Deeming Poems

Invoking grace

latent muted newfound observations, quests raging
bemuse our heart and confound the mind 
maverick ego is at play again
inducing cravings we must leave behind

beguiled, confused, depraved ego feels guilty
such pangs of conscience usher dawn
entering silence the ripples cease
betwixt bliss beat’s rise we are reborn 

prayerfully quiet radiant soul tames umbrage
deeming thought forms as but illusion
thus by doing nothing at all
flame of our innocence exits delusion

delightful empowering favours God Himself infuses 
bliss magnetism cascading in feeble form
on choosing to shed our resistance 
heart’s swept away in love’s benign storm

monk mode

free from thought and free from desire
no earthy goals left to aspire 
vibrant without a to-do list
he who has become a bliss mist
knowing this world is but a stage 
impacted not by other’s rage 
nonjudgmental eye, tranquil heart 
deeming all souls one, none apart 
outcomes any, at peace within
a purified heart, free from sin
egoless and bereft of pride
recognising God dwells inside
equal to birth death, rise and fall
walking path of truth, standing tall
present in the now, all the time
drenched in rapture of bliss beat’s chime

Path of Krama

“Not all souls are willing to burn to learn,
transmuting as light in mind-body urn.”
            ~ quote by poet


Krama, step by step energisation,
simply stated, is kundalini rise,
gripping us in all time meditation,
each rapture tremor embraced in surprise.

Awakening occurs in slow motion,
in a manner that leaves no room for doubt,
where presence sipping love’s magic potion,
from the world of ego, opts to walk out.

The prerequisite of course is a pure heart,
without which we cannot board God’s bliss bus,
growing in love, deeming no soul apart,
breath by breath we ascend without a fuss.

This path leads to God realisation,
wherein mood and mode is celebration.

Invoking grace

Every form has a name but God has no form,
therefore for our earnest God search quest to start,
softening attention we choose to conform
with love and light deeming no soul stands apart,
a way of being that invokes a bliss storm,
that our formless presence shifts from head to heart.
When our wanderings are done, we return home,
discovering in heart, name of God as Om.

It Came to Come

It came to come;
with no trumpet call,
no fanfare flair,
no grand parade,
just dust, after all.

It came to be;
without a plan,
without a dream,
of what becoming
really means.

It came to pass;
a lingering lilt of longing,
played with a chorus, 
of echoes coming 
from distant thrills.

It came to ask;
why no answers given,
to questions asked, 
about why your dreaming
has not moved on to deeming.

It came to fate;
which begins with -
what's to come of me,
and ends with -
see what you made me do!

It came to end;
with a full stop, period,
a pirouette, soiree spun; 
a gasp, a blink, a sigh,
then, it came to come.

Divorced

Divorced from our true self, we wandered lost,
oblivious to truth of our being,
looming head-heart divide yet to be crossed,
with whispers of conscience disagreeing.

Trapped thus in a web of desire and fear,
joy in permanence soul sought was denied,
since ego let not love and light draw near,
deeming our waywardness as justified.

God, the dweller of our heart was dismayed,
yet waited for us, His child to awake
always ready to hasten to our aid,
by giving a gentle consciousness shake.

God’s left it to us to change our life’s course,
since touch of love applies no use of force.

Untamed Reflections

It gets too much
I hold back, shielding you from parts of me
you should never have to fear.
Some truths, I keep locked away,
deeming them unnecessary for you to bear.

Yet, you control me
mind, heart, and the depths of my soul.
My intelligence does not intimidate you,
nor do you come as a red-eyed agent of corruption.
You found me on this journey of reflection,
a presence I never sought, yet cannot deny.

I protect you, keep you covered
look into my eyes as you take my soul.
You already know what you want,
you already know what is.
Take me there.
The rage lies in wait, tempered, but never tamed.

Zen mode

deeming as intermediate
every offering imbibed
we remain a humble receptor 
to magnetism as it heightens
within this organic form 

humility makes us silent
yet the silence reverberates
with the cosmic hum sublime
so as we so surf the bardo
we willingly burn in body urn

Let Go

How is one to let go?
With so much held on
Everyday promises a tomorrow
With a yesterday to never feel gone

Is it so hard to let go of things?
Perhaps much more with thoughts.. 
A new change seldom wins
Of an old habit forgotten that never rots

Why do we always remember?
Why do we always forget?
We always predict and reminisce… never to center
Can we ever find a self worth we never knew to lack?

Time is just so endless
And we are all just a time being
Can I learn to be careless?
To finally let go that of which… is deeming

Am I holding on?
To a yesterday today for tomorrow
With tomorrow to never feel gone
How is one to let go?

CRY BABY

They called me Crybaby because I easily weep
Treated like a girl not worth the keep
Stepped on like a doormat, used like open doors
I answered the call to fight generational wars

Deeming myself unworthy of God’s impossible mission
I rose with trembling and intimidation
Afraid, I braved life’s fierce storm
Shifting the narrative, a warrior was formed

I’m still a crybaby tears come with ease
Now I cry for victories, not for sorrow’s release
Triumphant applause echoes as thunder from high
Each tear shed luminous, for I am no longer tied

With newfound courage, I’ve seen God’s glory 
Transforming my life and rewriting my story

Renewal continual

Deeming both the living, as well as the dead,
to be vibrationally present right here,
we embrace and release all, by God’s hand led,
as these images appear and disappear,
clinging to none and thus we mindfully tread
in the vast void, holding all existence dear.
What’s there to say, that has not been said before,
so why then as yet, does heart seek an encore?

Love alone is real

Let love steer every emote,
letting not our ego gloat,
when the weak suffer defeat,
lying helpless at our feet.

Life will continue to test,
so let’s do our very best,
by shifting from head to heart,
deeming all one, none apart.

What the truth is, now recall;
God’s sublime light, glows in all,
albeit veiled by ego,
which in time, we must let go.

We rise, fall, then rise again,
touch of love, healing heart’s pain
and so let us be as such,
mindfully gentling our touch.

Monk mode

We
cannot
ascend till
negating fear,
as also desires,
we live internally,
refining our responses,
mindfully gentling our actions,
recognising we must walk the talk,
moment after moment, day after day.

Yogic practice, prayers and chants help not,
unless we emote love breath by breath,
deeming all souls one, none apart,
enlivening those we meet,
with joyous tenderness,
feeling in their hearts,
God’s pure spirit,
that pervades
our form
too.

The pathless path

I searched far and wide for God’s love and light
but found it not because of self-doubt,
deeming myself as unworthy,
as I was taught to believe.
No wonder then, I sank
in darkness of fear,
heart contracted,
soul shrivelled,
outlook 
grim.

Through
the maze,
my soul knew
that divine light
must be deep within
in the cave of my heart,
for is that not where I feel
the humming pulsations of love?
Thus, in staid silence, I became still;
false ego died and then I saw the light!

Radiant heart

Ah! Our heart! God search quest let’s here kick start,
deeming all souls one, none standing apart
but to be as such first ego must die,
that thus divine entwined, we wingless fly.

Head and heart linked, our soul becomes love inked,
no longer by narrow cravings hoodwinked,
looking not at form but spirit within
cave of all hearts, so we too look therein.

Blissful, joyous, entwined with existence,
we know love and light is our quintessence,
with each pore a door, presence keeps no score,
renewal continual soul’s encore.

Ah! Our heart! Let’s here now add love to cart,
with each emote uttered, a work of art.

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