Contemplative Poems

OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW

OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW
(Apropos Of An Ironic Juxtaposed Reality)

Ironically,
it’s cheaper to live than die:
Save, self-cremation:-
Even then, you must pay for
The ashes to be cleaned up:-
And don’t forget, the family
Is charged to pay off all debts
That you may have left behind:-
Ironically,
We are born to live and die,
Life, being cheaper:
Funerals are expensive!

CONTEMPLATIVE GUIDANCE

It is prophesied that
                 “Wisdom dwells
                 In contemplation;
           There we must seek her...”

After

POEM OF UNTOLD DAY

If a day starts/ ends without me, 
I would be totally happy and free
 Free from worries and anxieties 
Temptations and negativities 

The world is temporary 
Life has to be returned 
No regrets to be carried on 
For eternal offers more 

I Have been in this world long before 
And I thought my purpose was

A Contemporary Complaint for Consideration

Annotations of mis-co-ordinations of the latest military drone strike 
The fear when the children of Ukraine hear bomb raid sirens into the night 
What’s near when all that you can contain is silenced by your fright 
A seer blind in the conventional way and devoid of traditional visual sight 

Theolonius Monk riffing improvised scales on

Contemplative Sequence v11

I praise you God for all in which you live,
evolving in creation so diverse.

I meet you Jesus in the Gospel texts
uplifting those whom most of us reject.

I love you Christ through all in whom you dwell,
thankful that in me you also find a home.

Lamenting how mankind has messed up life
I feel remorse. I too have

A Contemplative Sojourn Through the Breeze

A Contemplative Sojourn Through The Breeze

The continuity of perspective required for accurate conclusions 
The ingenuity of the reflective inspired by immaculate infusions 
The co-morbidity of defective desires for considerate inclusions 
The plain fluidity of the introspective fires of commensurate confusion

Why does the momentary delight fade with contemplation ?
How do we constantly engage to fight instead

Roses In the Wild

Foraging through the firry forest
I came upon roses in the wild,
not the elusive morel I sought,
but roses, pink, mauve, cerise, and scarlet.
They raised their velvety, flushed heads
as if to encourage my caress.
Fragrance, so tantalizing, wafted
as I tenderly stroked their grandeur.
I sat awhile and marveled in them
before continuing on my studied way.
A delightful respite from my

Contemplative Sequence

I praise you God …
I praise you God for all in which you live.
I seek you Jesus …
I seek you Jesus in the Gospel texts.
I find you Christ …
I find you Christ through all in whom you dwell,
thankful that in me you also find a home.

Lamenting how mankind has messed up life
I feel remorse ...

Of Contemplative Essence

As said by the wise ones, wisdom dwells
In contemplation; there we must seek her.
So it is with the musing mind; always seeking
To nourish itself with seeds of guiding wisdom:-

Thus, so it is and must always be when we feed
On thoughts of creation, us, heaven, hell, and earth;
What we think and hope for cannot be divorced
From

Contemplative Moment

Contemplative moment


 Late October if has rained but stopped
the town is green air mild and gentle, but no jubilation
no flowers grow.
Seed slumbers in the soil.
The mules in the field look pensive, sad too they are of no use anymore
the farmers keep some as they make the landscape rustic.
Who loved a tractor painted blue?
The harvest of

Contemplative Vibing Waves

under
the bright sunshine 
of innate contemplative serenity
let gentle waves flow from the ocean
of words—kissing the shores of mind—frothing
it with quiet bursting bubbles of whispering peace—
completing mission purpose—moisturizing
the cranial atmosphere—with imaging
euphoric bliss…blowing the mind…

now let 
the mind’s ears
hear the vibing 
rhythmic beat
of your heart pumping
the melodic flow of intrinsic
love energizing you in your labors
of love as

A Thought Ne'Er Thunk

One thundering Thursday, in a thicket of trees I had thought I had thunk a real thought.
I was thinking deeply, when alas, creepily, a thought appeared, jeering at the tip of my tongue.
It said “At once you thought you’d thunk a thought, but alas, you’ll see, a thought has thunk you.”
“And now not the faintest

Steadfastly Unsure

I remain unsure
of how to reliably
robustly
resonantly
resiliently
and yet autonomously distinguish
between contemplative leisure
and contempt provoking laziness.

I remain unsure
why Eastern metaphysicians,
spiritual/natural nondualistic teachers
continue to describe
ego as not only ignorant
of identity's leisurely origins,
but also lazy-eye False;

And,
in a positive corollary,
I remain steadfastly unsure
Why ego's experience of living Earth
is not merely an insufficiently delusional lens
but also is taught
as an unnecessary laziness

Ether Come and Never Go

If walls could talk
What would Keats or Wilde’s walls say?
Or Lenin or Lennon’s?
Or the walls of a pub
A prison or a morgue?
Ah, but now walls do speak
Your walls
Our home is in the ether
We are immortal
The needs for our feeds
Your walls will talk forever
Your rants
Your memes
Your poems
Your cat pictures with laser dots
That plate of lasagne
Who you

Of Contemplative Webbing

Here in the quietness
like that of a silent root
growing deep into the earth,
I sit in the womb of my room,
contemplating a tributary
flow of imaging words
from the lexical river of verse;
sending streaming messages 
to the belly of starving eyes

Suddenly, and as quiet
as a shooting star 
across the sky’s vastness,
a small black spider
eight-track its way across
a clear

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