Relying on thought as a crutch,
insentient to bliss beat’s touch,
no wonder we feel incomplete,
so perhaps it’s time to declutch.
Instinct driven patterns repeat,
without feeling magnetic heat,
as grace of God, divine sublime,
birthing bliss that does not deplete.
If Jacob’s ladder we would climb,
poised in silence, marking not time,
as pure awareness self-aware,
our presence conjures a love rhyme.
Melding head with heart, as they pair,
save joy, we’ve nothing to declare,
mind rests and with no dots to join,
cravings of ego we outstare.
Soul and God, as they so conjoin,
wisdom of sages we purloin,
that in this dream life, it’s a fact,
all are one, sides of the same coin.
Forging with love and light a pact,
the God code is by us thus hacked,
that as we so metamorphose,
attachments held onto retract.
Breath by breath bliss radiance grows,
more so when we are in repose,
brightening glow of our aura,
which exudes fragrance of love’s rose.
new dot
fiery
in
sunburst
horizon
spans
sapphire
sky
driving
dawned day
on transit
transient
spent sun
sinks
with
golden point
blazing
floral flare
of
the end
compulsive
completes
dot to dot
connection
in lattice
of time
continuum
designer
of destiny
disguised
creates
a pattern
intricate
with
bewildered
specks
of being
getting
joined
in the journey
to make
the motif
of
existence
eternal
in matrix
of life
ordained
I consume
my time
connecting
disparate
dots
of self
configuring
contours
of me
shifting
shape
to conjoin
the last dot
waiting
Summer scintillating with blossoms of purple and gold, while beneath
Umbrella stars, the magic of an enchanting evening takes her breath away
Moon glow above waters, verdant trees that fan the expanse of the sky
Macaron sweet scented air, a chiffon scarf blows in the wind, she sits at the
Edge of the water and prays to the angels above. Please send me someone to
Revere and to love. While the gentle waves lap, curl and cover her, he arrives!
Love at first sight, that is what it was for her, when she first lay eyes on him.
Orbiting her world he smiles and suddenly two celestial bodies meet,
Veering towards each other, long forgotten echoes of the past, heard once again
Eager to conjoin they fuse like sky and ocean, by the eye of a fading sun.
nothing much to report
except renewal
continual
of vibrant stillness
that betwixt bliss beats
enlivens presence
with the flow
of soma nectar
dripping through nadis
bringing thus to life
dormant nodes
that all then conjoin
tango dancing in unison
creating a rhythm
that amplifies
bliss reverberations
fixating fickle attention
in the world within
aglow aflame
with magnetism
transmuting our form
into living light
at our core
wherefrom stirs
ethereal reverberations
fulfilling will of God
here and now
Just nodded yes, when my ego had said no
Lost all consuming forces, simply let go
Met you halfway, instead of skirting the square
Perhaps sat down, when you brought over a chair
Found quantum entanglement, not just sheeple
Its herding force, far away from the steeple
Magnetism in both poles, pulling from all sides
Positive and negative, filling vast voids
Overcome the burden, in self surrender
Let empathy conjoin, and love engender
Gone outside my comfort zone, where truth persists
Quelled year old hate, encouraged alternate bliss
Lived together, stop digging at empty space
Found peace together, ending human disgrace
Believed together, without losing mere face
Came together, with all consuming embrace
But then again, (I wish I had) lots of things
Not just a pair of arms, but fully fledged wings
I’d fly ‘cross Nepal, meet and kill the Buddha
His words incanting, Shoulda Coulda Woulda!
Shifting shadows sculpt ebony edges,
Inking boundaries 'twixt twilight and Dusk.
Light's tethered to shapeshifting silhouettes,
Highlights shadowed, defused differences.
Out of chaos, scattered structures conjoin,
Utilizing rays of a setting sun.
Etched upon the fringes of Night and Day,
The trees begin to merge with the background:
Time pauses, almost standing still, as Dusk
Erases the colors garnered by Day.
Upon achieving a state of deep meditation,
I step outside of perceived reality;
feeling like my soul's been lightly
kissed by a passing breeze of awakening.
My mind merges with the universal aura
tethered to a profound awareness of "I am."
And as my heart and soul conjoin,
I become one with all
there is, ever was, and ever will be;
as I experience enlightenment,
nirvana and love, simultaneously.
Leaving my physical body behind,
my mind is astroprojected
at the speed of thought;
through time and space.
To a place beyond Death,
where all life connects;
and my soul feels at peace, in tune with time.
If you break into laughter, I won’t join,
Facing us right now the need to hands join
And, fast, stripped body cover up to loin;
Neater clothes to fetch for the man’s bared groin
And no less veil for his wife’s announced loin…
Perhaps you want them to Adam rejoin
Or right there as wedded couple conjoin!
Mad beggars – yes – for as cheap as a coin:
But which shop picks from filthy hand a coin
And which food seller attends to leaked groin?
Then it’s a much fake concern: your tossed coin
Unless a cool, thousand of it you join
The nascent fiery dot
in the sunburst dawning horizon
spans the sapphire sky,
driving the dazzling day
on the transient transit.
The spent sun sinks
as the blazing golden point,
the last flare gleams the end,
completing the dot to dot connection
in the lattice of time continuum.
The disguised designer of destiny
creates an intricate pattern
with bewildered specks of being,
getting joined in the journey
to make the motif of existence.
In the ordained matrix of my life,
I consumed my time to connect
the disparate dots of self,
configuring the contours of me,
waiting to conjoin the last dot.
_______________
December 11, 2022
For Brian Strand's Contest No. 1180
An un-lonely loneliness
separates the breezes
as they search for each other.
The kayak paddle stirs
a fading wake
consumed.
A silence forms
as egrets, fawns
and idleness
conjoin.
©12/3/2022
Journey without movement Poetry Contest
Dot to dot conjoin
words we wish to coin;
splash in the ocean,
joy’s magic potion.
Soul's inspiration
shapes thought gyration,
to blissfully dance
in ambedo trance.
Our heart's pure intent,
grants the void consent
to forge words in shape,
leaving all agape.
Dot by dot so linked,
canvas now love inked,
by music patterns;
our night sky lanterns.
As thought flow resumes,
vibrancy assumes
heart’s unique flavours,
which our soul savours.
The curtain when drawn,
ushers a new dawn,
for each hue is new,
like the morning dew.
15-November-2022
Dot to Dot Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Along the coolness of the oaks we walked.
Honeymooners dreams, was our secret talk!
Eucalyptus trees smiled, scenting our way.
Twas “our” San Francisco first come what may.
I never thought, you would die so very young.
But you taught me independence and deep love.
That gift you gave me, to not follow nor a groupie be.
Was the biggest gift ever, till we conjoin in eternity .
Your wisdom, laughter, love so sorely missed.
But a wife never forgets the magic of your kiss.
Nor the great Bohemian days when we married.
When death comes,to you, I shall run and not tarry!
All my love,
Panagiota
8/14/2022
~1~
All we seek is permanent joy,
thus flit about from toy to toy,
no different from a small child,
heart’s desire, both fickle and wild,
wandering thus in delusion,
lost in the world of illusion,
until one day when we so choose
thought cessation without excuse,
whereupon head and heart as one,
conjoin to end the ego’s run,
as bliss magnetism then does rise,
imbibed gratefully, in surprise,
transmuting form as living light,
rapture cascading day and night.
07-April-2022
glass windows conjoin
stars like harlots peep shameless
torn curtains give way
06 July 2021
I get along with
my father now,
better than when he was alive
The walls have dismantled,
the barriers down,
a clear vision to inside
The excuses we made,
a pride that forbade,
here buried in the ground
As our spirits conjoin
to sail on the wind
—each other we have found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
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