correspondent to the soul star chakra
between crown and Bindu
highest point of head
subtle bliss beats pulsate
we are still, being by God’s hand led
Set apart, and appealingly
Each land, and a different.
Faced sameness, its correspondent
Aspect of topography
Leaves what that's new, for whose spirit
Of adventure to thrive on?
Mild or moody, up out the one;
The other, so blows o'ver it.
mindfully cognise
each flicker in space
through the gaps in time
in-pours benedictions of grace
correspondent to light strobes
nodes within us come alive
to throb of magnetism
in rapture we jive
A friend for years
a constant
Amidst those
who come and go ~
not even one correspondent
Trump and Biden, a joint election win,
In the White House, they both walked in.
But the cat, feeling small,
Grew peevish in the hall,
Wondering who'd let the doggone cat in!
NYT News:
Trump and Biden, declared winners so fine,
Shared victory's crown, sipped the celebratory wine.
But the White House cat, oh, so peevish in clatter,
Fussed and fumed, with a grumpy, sour chatter!
W.C.Barry, White House Correspondent
spontaneity too needs fuel
so it draws nectar from source
being the reservoir of the universe
holding all existence in its womb
and yet there within it it selects
effervescence of an octave
correspondent to affinity
of collective memory
within our mind
wherefrom it surges
as a hue of that colour
at which our heart still beats
leaving a unique imprint in space
Exploring manifold layers of skin
Wondering what region he was in
Spectacular this romp through her dunes
Exciting, the lure of her moons
Sailing swiftly from port to port
The time flying, ever too short
Soon winging its way via top-secret report
~ Startling news: Heaven's such a willing consort
Sprawling, open,free,desolate even, The vast sky enthralling in waves,correspondent to the plateaus and hills, the depths of which are fascinating even within the trained eye. For this design is focused on the epitome of believing that love doth has a dying voice enveloped inside the inner most of all our beings . Equivocation mysticism as a commodity, but equally inviting , is a heart that is walking into the steps, shadows,whispers and echoes of love. For Footprints of our heart leave a trail of edified, and enamored happiness
Chakras correspondent to the earth plane
announce their presence as a reminder
that all attachments are not to rest lain,
as we blissfully go through life’s grinder,
requiring to make tender touch kinder.
Thus when fire of navel raises it’s head
or lustful sacral signals we’re ill bred,
impulses received, when distilled by heart,
relinquish doership since soul’s by love led,
whereupon animal cravings depart.
06-September-2022
By my enabled senses five, attention externalised, I beheld the magical world of myriad objects, reflecting their luminous auras. As I exhaled, the world disappeared and through my open fontanel correspondent to the crown chakra, I entwined with universal consciousness, melding with God’s blissful domain of boundless love and soft white light. My subtle body felt God in-dwelling all forms, breathing His life force by His sublime pranic breath, magnetically energising each being by Holy Spirit. Then sadly, as my body aged, to my dismay, the fontanel closed, thus severing the divine connection. I now feel incomplete.
dreams hold forth promise
cajoling us to let go~
for God is within
05-June-2022
Like A Child Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Dynamic interplay
Worlds within worlds
Manifest geometric fluidity
Within designated boundaries
Correspondent to vibrations
At play in the spectrum
Activated by magnetism
Wherein the polarities orbit
The fulcrum of creation
Brought forth by will
Propelled by desire
To distil love’s essence
Allowing ripples in motion
At play in the vast vibrant void
Reflecting prismatic hues
Of pangs of separation
Seductive climax of union
Like a clap of silent thunder
Time stretched bliss explosion
Cascading thus unendingly
Waves lapping the shore
To our heart’s delight
20-April-2022
(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent)
November dons her coats of warm terries,
tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright.
(Except for sneaky, red-coated berries,
peeking from bushes, agrin with delight.)
November's dress: pretty dull, never shines.
We prefer October's boisterous charm.
Branches bare, it's said limbs often recline;
sunbathe to keep their tans, and also warm.
Fashion designers often grow somber
and turn November into works of art.
Choosing russet offset by burnt umber
we find those dull colors lacking in heart.
Whispers of Summer heard in fashion parks.
Soon we'll write of a new bridal-white show.
Days ending sooner, dusk now wearing darks;
Winter waits coyly; looks lovely in Snow.
November 10, 2021
November or December Quatrain Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Time bomb time womb times
Dark light spaces between our
birth life whisperers, tangent told
and tried by ego-etiquette egadathons,
yet we all fall short into how we hold each other
side by side in a sometimes listless sublime
treasure trove of banal love designs
claiming a socio-coaxial critical correspondent
climax ever instilling potent long lifeforms sailing on
miniscule observations from places far, far away.
rings of magnetic electricity
correspondent to each energy zone
affirm their bliss pulsations visibly
within form power, though not ours to own
an open secret, known to us alone
innumerable are the energy grids
apart from Sushumna, the central vein
become visible, if we do as bid
singular God focus, pure and unstained
whereupon assimilation ingrained
there are as many doors, as there are pores
we are divine being, full of Gods light
love and light dawns on those who keep no score
thunderous bliss pulsating day and night
revealing luminescence vibrant bright
imagine a fine comb grazing our skin
enlivening each node with magnetism
wholeness centreless vibrating within
each cell becoming our sensorium
radiating light from mind body prism
09-June-2021
Spine
tingles
by itself,
at the centre,
correspondent to
the seat of love divine,
within glowing heart spacial,
as we look on in wonderment,
at the rhythmic dance of in-form nodes,
surging forth, vibrant in blissful rapture.
The ovoidal energy loop aglow,
orbits central Sushumna funnel,
leaving no void within our form,
each pore a door, thus aflame,
throbbing in the current,
transmuting the self
into pure light
mirroring
pulse of
bliss.
13-March-2021
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