nothing is amiss in the here now this
immanent in form and yet transcendent
wherein by resonance we imbibe bliss
aura with light of heaven resplendent
yet every life breath on God dependent
thus with this recognition held in heart
betwixt heartbeats we sense ignition start
a day in the life of the formless self …
mind’s at rest so no thoughts arise at all
there’s no narrow agenda on our shelf
we dwell in the void, where there is no wall
we do nothing yet all doings are done
patterns of old now have on us no hold
grazed by spirit, presence shines like the sun
no desire remains, that fate be controlled
bliss replete, vibrant presence feels complete
magnetism spikes, our form may well explode
rapture spasms vibrate from head till our feet
with each breath graced we sing to God an ode
vibrance peaks as life flows on by itself ~
a day in the life of the formless self …
I look,but have far to go,
Scenic beauty steals the show.
Try to realise the belongings,
Its arrangement with the surrounding.
Blanket of air as covering,
Flowers to share an offering.
Grass spread throughout,
Not an inch is left out.
Birds are resting in their nest,
Sun is glazing at its brightest.
Moon is ready to take things over,
Stars are getting a makeover.
With a shift ending soon,
Just similar to a sonic boom.
Nights are even better,
Decorated sky with bright pointers.
with the short passage, will go,
Getting ready for the next show.
The recurrence would never stop,
A continuity by joining dots.
Embracement is obvious when I remain within.
Keep your eyes open;
I do not exist for anyone anymore.
I want to embrace myself, adopting everything uncertain.
Uncertainty is the key.
Life, death, and every incident
Might have been tragic,
But every personal tragedy goes with resolution within.
Birth is a pursuit of fulfilment,
But every fulfilment carries a debt.
Some debts turn into curses,
Some into never-ending journeys.
Death is not dark,
And darkness also matters;
For every light brings us back to our achievements,
And every night gives birth to every morning.
I always persist in the in-between.
The space I hold for myself,
Never count me underneath.
Close your perceptions to know me,
For I am imperceptive.
We are an entity and so is space,
Mandukya Upanishad claims as true,
a knowing which is revealed by God’s grace,
when flickers therein show light passing through.
Déjà vu suggests time does not exist,
for there’s no way we could have been and seen
and yet we did so why should we insist,
that life’s not a movie, played on time’s screen?
Space and time entwined, is the cage we’re in,
anchoring us in manifestation
but if practice of silence we begin,
we see through pores of space, light’s pulsation.
Dropping then all vicarious knowing,
winds of truth in our heart begin blowing.
Burning the midnight oil while writing
this poem one line at a time
looking for reason searching for meaning
making words scan and having them rhyme
consider the hands of a clock
as around the dial they rotate
some arrive early
(tick-tock tick-tock)
others come in late
one is fast the other slow
round and round and round they go
observe this strange conundrum
it's a paradox in every paradigm
tho' traveling at two different speeds
they keep the self-same time
whereas a broken watch
(strange to say),
in its oxymoronic way
tho' its tempo is a no-go
is correct twice each day
and
as it's of the essence whenever I see fit
I simply turn back time
3... 2... 1... emit
having aged, we’re no longer in our prime
yet vibrance of our heart remains intact
tweets of love continuing to transact
each moment deemed as the optimal time
heart sings a song and we dance to its chime
lost in ambedo trance, God’s grace attract
and as bliss beats with our form make contact
resting in stillness mind conjures a rhyme
one day this dream life will come to an end
but since we dwell in heart and not in mind
presence is upbeat, suffused with cool heat
borne by bliss, our chosen way to ascend
pure love drenched soul following the scent blind
delights as refrains of rapture repeat
If we must kneel, let not our hearts be blind,
To creeds that chain the soul in ancient lore;
Let senses guide where dogmas leave us poor,
And truth be sought beyond what’s left behind.
No longer shall we fear the wrathful skies,
Nor bow to idols forged in ages past;
The present calls, its voice both clear and vast,
To break the yoke where silent sorrow lies.
O kin of thought, arise and cast away
The shrouds that veil the light within our reach;
Embrace the now, let intuition teach,
And find the sacred in the breath of day.
Though temples fall and scriptures turn to dust,
The living moment is our only trust.
Line of inquiry:
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” by Unseeking Seeker
I can see God’s hand in all around me:
the sweetness of dawn’s pink; the dusk’s bright sky;
my loved ones’ faces; pets and my plum tree;
mountains to my east and birds that freely fly.
And in my grand kids’ voices I can hear
their joy and sorrow too. God gave me this
that I might comfort them when I am near.
In taste and smell, oh, there is such bliss:
good food; the whiff of flowers on the breeze.
I must embrace my senses, taking part
in using them to grow them with more ease
and feel both using touch as well as heart.
Thus, Now Continuum I do employ,
resulting in my mindfulness and joy.
This is the time of untamed reality
sentimental type of a man surrendered
hurt and bullied by his faith
totally humiliated and hated.
Some would say underestimated in his ways
truth hangs and begs for forgiveness.
He is the hero of his own failure
did you ever think your reasons are
like changing seasons.
Levitate in your own conscience
enter the innocence be brave.
Do not cave under pressure
stay strong because you belong
somewhere in time continuum.
THE NOW CONTINUUM
Now might linger forever, or be a mere instant
Yet an end to the present may look ever distant
It fights for survival about which it is so insistent
But it may struggle to be defined as a continuum
As from the past, the future is anxious to come
So try relishing this moment, however transient
When or if, the world in our mind ceases to spin
All sorts of adjustments to time must then begin
And a reset requires more than a password or pin
Maybe now is an old concept that has had its day
It can be redefined with some disregard, anyway
But do not shrug it off, as might some insouciant
The idea of now does maintain its certain appeal
But to academics, it still must prove that it’s real
It needs clear thought, but also how it might feel
There will always be time to ask the question why
When the past has passed, and the future is nigh
Acceptance of a theory could be quite sufficient
I am Buddha...
w a l l o w i n g
in the refreshing stillness,
A lone swan
smoothly gliding
in the stream of present time.
Everything slows
to a snail pace;
With my mind
in repose,
i think not
of tomorrow,
or of yesterday.
I plumb the depths
of myself,
perfectly centering
in the now.
I l o o k
around life,
sniffing air
like a sandalwood fragrance.
I marvel at
the beauty of nature.
I am peace...
like a dove
seizing precious moments
as tight as
a hangman's noose.
I treasure them all
before the world
gets moving again.
I i n h a l e
my piece of mind
like a soft, healing zephyr.
I live gloriously free
in the present,
blissfully grateful
to God
for all that I have,
for waking
yet another day.
And for my breath....
N O W.
in the now
your mind in free
a blank to welcome thoughts
much like a garden
you can sow which
seeds to freely nurture
weeds will grow
out of your leftovers
from a speckled past
you have the power
so select your
future harvest wisely
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
UNSEEKING SEEKER CONTINUUM
The Seeker can never be
unseeking for what is
sought is forever seeking
stillpoint is continuum
neither end nor beginning
membrane is not
holding woven
for what weaves loosens
then leaves
space expands then binds
twenty four into forty eight
at the middle disentangles
unmusically gently
three from two is enough
for now
as six is a resting point
overlapping spirals
fountaining colourless
Line of inquiry:
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing”
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Some look back despite shades of black
Or rose colored glasses and liquid laughs
But I was always the odd one
Living as if under water everything distorted
So while they look back I look ahead
Doing mental math despite the dead
Look in my eyes like I’ve lived before
Or that be lived in the past with no history
Not a mystery to be solved
I dream forward full steam forward
Desperate to evolve into my final form
Wishing to be a Buddha born
Embracing and releasing
Chasing and seeking enlightenment
Bound by flesh and blood
In more than one book of life
Pain pangs in the form of blue rain
I splash madly in it as if sane
Letting the darkness drain my vein
Hoping the sharpness ends my pain
Pleasure pleasing never too long
I think my calling is too strong
What if the universe’s neon song
Made me a comma but I want to go on
Nothing starts or ends with me
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