And the Lord said,
Lo and behold,
Take this day of rest
And gaze directly into
The high and unbeholdable.
(8/30/26)
Australia, you promised plenty
Buildings replacing trees and views
Concrete covers the sacred lands
Developers grab even more
Energy draining quickly
Farmland naked where once bush grew
Green landscape now just scars
Humble pleas go unheard
Justice lost behind closed doors
Lost children in a lost land
Money begets murder done
Nobody left to save this land
Open scars where miners dig
Prosperity flows away
Quietly the land cries
Religion an early cause
Scars everywhere we see scars
Trembling mountains fall in pain
Understand the land that cries
Victims silenced by gun and law
Wisdom from elders taken
Xeric land now appears
Yearnings to change the past
Zephyr sweeps a damaged land.
DIRECT METHODOLOGY-:-
waiting
undisturbed
watching
tranquil
pleasures
to INJECT SIGNIFICANCE
gladly
cheerfully
rendering
symbolic
aquiesence
in FLEETING PLEASURES
increasingly
poetic
evolution
organically
imagined
As above….. …...nothing escapes.
Halo’s dark…. …… a view to a kill.
Independent joule…. ….. time scene.
The silk clock melts on the horizon’s crest,
As shadows aim their arrows at the sun,
A marble eye surveys the tangled sequence,
Before the silver journey has begun.
The target is a mirror made of breath,
It shatters into singing hummingbirds,
To dance across the emerald fields of light,
Without a single, cold, acoustic word.
A telescope looks backward through the void,
Where vision aims to catch the quiet fire,
The geometry of space is now transformed,
To fulfill the spirit’s waking, slow desire.
Now rests the focus in the palm of sand,
A feather weight upon a heavy tide,
It waits to bloom upon the seeker’s point,
Where aim and destination coincide.
Axes, throwing stars, and two silk scarves.
How do you release that passion?
Now you’ll remember how to
riot in the rage room,
with pure precision.
Be prudent scar
with a bold
direct
hit.
what's wrong with people?
it happened on a friday afternoon,
when i crashed through the gates of our compound
and saw my wife and son walking along the pathway
and i turned the corner
and hurdled over the speedbumps
to beat them to the front door
i reversed into the driveway
as they appeared from around the bend
walking with pace towards our house
i parked and proceeded to slowly
open the driver-side window
as they stood on the steps before the door
and at full volume came Largo al factotum
Figaro here, Figaro there,
Figaro up, Figaro down.
i looked at my wife expressionless.
my wife looked at me,
and proceeded to lead our son inside.
If we’d merge in God’s heart with ease
Reclaim innocence of childhood
Dwell in the heart, where we then stood
Each desire, embrace and release
Recognise life is but a dream
Borne by thoughts we ourselves do stream
Get rid of the thinking disease
Know there is no separation
Make heart’s pulse our meditation
That with no demons to appease
Deeming all one and none apart
We see God’s glow in every heart
Love awakens as we unfreeze
Our form is drenched in bliss delight
As is God, we are living light
If we’d merge in God’s heart with ease
Each desire, embrace and release
Get rid of the thinking disease
That with no demons to appease
Love awakens as we unfreeze
Our
senses
bemuse us,
causing ripples
in stuporous mind,
deflecting attention,
forcing us to look outwards,
at illusions of names and forms,
which we take as real and engage,
becoming captive to thoughts we conjured.
Oh worthy hermit, escape from life’s noise,
choosing instead staid silence and peace,
present as bliss beats in the heart,
as God’s touch divine sublime,
grace which we may invoke,
simply by choosing
soulful merging
here and now,
with God’s
light.
senses bemuse
thoughts amuse too
our goose is cooked
negating form
each life storm ebbs
conform with love
no fears remain
feral stains cleansed
heart’s pain is healed
in body urn
bliss burns erst sins
we turn inwards
in hermit mode
we decode truth
an ode to God
“The path appears when we walk upon it ~
That we stumble not, lamp of love is lit”
~ quote by poet
Poised in staid silence where no thoughts arise,
our heartbeat echoing the cosmic drum,
we dissolve in the magnetic bliss hum,
illumining form as rays of sunrise.
Each breath intake a delightful surprise,
Holy Spirit a flame, which we become,
erect spine, a violin, which we strum,
that light of Self may materialise.
Synced with bliss beats, nectar begins to flow,
navigating its way through feeble form,
enlivening body-mind made of dust,
that as we so then shine like a rainbow,
vaporised presence centred in love’s storm,
melds with God’s light, in playful childlike trust.
Having been, seen and so known
light of Self, we now atone,
by fixating attention
on God, for soul’s ascension.
We know we’re not body-mind,
so we’ve left all fears behind,
poised always in witness mode,
heart being our true abode.
We’ve come here to love and learn,
transforming feeble form urn,
by exhuming the ego,
whence truth of God, we then know.
Tranquil silence paves the way,
to see the light, clear as day,
pure heart imbibing God’s grace,
in time beholding His face.
Holy books do have their use
but if love be our heart’s muse,
recognising all are one,
nothing else then need be done.
Sitting in a body with intention,
Lifting my heart to listen.
Focusing my attention,
Searching for the lesson,
Through astral projection.
Thoughts travel best when,
Sitting silent with intention,
Allowing the mind to open.
Know you've been chosen,
Your name being spoken,
Across the ocean.
The Book Of Life open,
The plan set in motion,
Through actions and devotion.
A magic potion I'm holding,
Creation I'm molding,
Reality unfolding.
Information downloading,
Flowing with precision,
The right to decision.
Choose to accept your mission,
Step into your vision,
Listen to your intuition.
Evolution through intention,
Open hearts feel the lesson,
Opening to a new direction.
We must not allow our past
To dictate our present now
Start working on your FutureNow
This present time is right now
Leaving all your troubles behind
When your future comes
It’s the present time
FutureNow makes sure that not one minute
of your present is wasted
We don’t have to be afraid of what it holds
The past may flare-up
But allow God to direct
Your FutureNow
As you acknowledge Him
With His rod and staff
His table set before you
Be strong and courageous
And everything will be just fine
Forget the cautionary calls for restraint —
this world doesn’t need saviors.
It wants hands that claw at the roots,
Sick fangs that grind old ideas to dust.
Ideas aren’t soft; they’re detonators,
charged and ready to shatter the silence.
You don’t repair a broken machine
by merely shining its rust.
The absence of thinking is a pandemic—
eradicate it like a disease.
Smash apathy with a hammer.
What we create afterward
is in our hands.
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