“This Holy Sound (Aum) Pranava Sabda manifests spontaneously through culture of Sraddha, the energetic tendency of the heart's natural love; Virya, moral courage; Smriti, true conception; and Samadhi, true concentration.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Love dissolve all opposites in its womb
and where true love is, there exists no thought,
so as maverick ego we deplume,
heart animated, we become self-taught.
Courage, conception and concentration,
arise on their own when heart lotus blooms,
that thus feeling one with God’s creation,
we see we are more than our mind assumes.
Embracing all souls and keeping no score,
shifting to feeling and ceasing thinking,
fragrance of love surges forth from our core,
whence we attain awareness unblinking.
Love is the path that is strewn with roses,
where breath by breath we strike blissful poses.
Categories:
deplume, joy, love, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
We as the subject, look at any object,
noticing space that separates us is still,
the void of no-thingness mind cannot bisect,
omnipresent yet exercising no will,
so what space really is, we introspect,
reflecting in silence, from soul’s window sill.
In staid stillness we sense our presence expand,
then truth of space we begin to understand.
Melding with the void, concepts are discarded,
wherein present as formless awareness pure,
the form we ensoul, is by bliss bombarded,
whence earth life tests then, we easily endure
and with no attachments left to be guarded,
softened soul presence in time becomes demure,
whereupon flickers in space are by us seen,
piercing through its pores, deep wisdom we so glean.
God’s light that lights all lights, enlivens space too,
signalling that though it holds us in its womb,
it also depends on God’s pulse to renew,
that as all life forms in it, with aplomb zoom,
it is silence alone that offers a clue
to truth of space, as ignorance we deplume.
Ceasing to weigh and size, though we vaporise,
who in truth God is, we’re yet to realise.
Categories:
deplume, god, space, spiritual,
Form: Ottava rima
Intricate patterns, exotic flowers
curl into royal insignias
cultured eyes can devour
A cornucopia of colours
Like a peacock's feathers on display
expanding and contracting
those myriad Eyes ~
Visual accordions at play
All this and more
covers the floor
of my living room
Please don't step on the rug
~ and a peacock deplume
Categories:
deplume, bird, color,
Form: Rhyme
As veil of darkness falls, and stars caress the sky,
this poet’s playful passion comes alive;
within an ardent mind, as thoughts of love apply,
a frisky, sultry scheme I must contrive.
She reads her boring book, while propped up in her bed
without a passing thought that I exist;
I must now find a way, to get into her head
so maybe she will finally get my gist.
Perhaps I shed my clothes, and prance around the room,
I’m certain this will surely catch her eye,
but what if she should laugh, and cause my pride’s deplume;
the darkness is my only alibi.
With cell phone by her side…perhaps I send a text
expressing clearly all my wants and needs.
it’s solely up to her, whatever happens next
we’ll see where naughty cyber message leads.
Yet still she reads her book, and still I wonder why;
I guess in boring book she’s buried deep;
and so as darkness falls, and stars caress the sky,
this poet’s playful passion goes to sleep.
May 28, 2019
Categories:
deplume, humorous, longing, passion,
Form: Rhyme
The past has painted a dreary history
with emblems of bittersweet memories,
Benign soaring deeds in almost everything,
but generations to come will be a surprise.
When worlds far apart ceremoniously unite,
to leave the lowered frown of awful gloom.
Deplume made Africa arise from trampled dirt,
to be admired in fiercer clouds coming down.
With every drapery breath changing place,
Destiny hands over the elusive realms in time,
Casting crowns to a forgotten race of eminence,
To Bring them out from the labyrinth of decline.
Into a glorious sunshine far and high as the stars,
Joyful alliance made combined nations proud,
in greater orbits, their planets have no slaves,
Wearing paradise on their heart under a shroud.
Africa arise out of the screen of banners forgotten,
In the distant sphere, see a reign less radiant now,
Could that vapour be a drop of monotint dream?
With Caribbean faces looking through the window.
Narrowing the refit gap, brace for future impact,
although hope seems very far away,
Africa will arise to stand upon the mountain top,
when the vision becomes light as the day.
Categories:
deplume, africa, blessing, destiny, freedom,
Form: Free verse