I beseech the sun to undress the stars
In the same manner you disrobe hearts
Inspiring indigo pulse to dance runaway
Carrying cranberry cries yellow yesterday
Exposed by charm your whimsical words
I’m like a feather in your arms like birds
Riding romantic breeze unlimited heights
Purple passion coloring days and nights
High as a red kite I’m destined to swoon
Emerald eyes hypnotized by light of moon
As a night flower power in your blue bloom
I lay with you hours as we cradle and spoon
As hot as lava you stir me from within
I am white paper ready to receive black pen
Words fall like rain despite night or day
Forever promising you’ll never go away
To disrobe the lion’s ego,
would be to destroy a charismatic higher light
dethrone a regal rightous dominance
denounce a fierce protective energy
with pride of a warrior, never repudiate royalty
forswear fealty is to renounce a king of truth
whilst in his den, uncloaked he and his lioness
of regal virtue, love eternal and loyalty
when you engage with ultimate hierarchy,
roars of authority warn and ward risk taking rivals
with gifted instincts, a supreme stubborn strength
and a keen bond and respect for his own
an affectionate and generous warmth
confident yet cautious in their garden of Eden
defeatist disrobes the ego, only when defeated
deep within the soul, we yearn for substance
a spiritual substance sustaining us
the creature sustains as messenger
deeper significance beyond physical form
depicting qualities from the universe
butterflies symbolize transformation,
the turtle patience, the elephant a mighty sooth,
the lion links divine wisdom and perceives truth
.
Hello, Ego.
In this contest, I am to disrobe you.
Is that OK? Thanks.
What do I see?
What I expected to see—
Continued Universal Human Cluelessness.
It hides beneath the raiment of all egos.
Here is the Philosophy of Broader Survival.
It elevates your mind above cluelessness
and takes the pressure off of you.
You’re welcome.
Dappled pointless drizzled thoughts,
zephyr voices, shadow moods:
you’ve tried all kinds of games to play—
where your glance-born sunlight fits,
where your whispered meadows lay,
when the seasons autograph
your worn-out practiced smiles…
I have but eleven remaining lines
to wax poetic over you:
to sate your clueless need to shine
while posing on a cloudy ‘morn;
that blooms when basking in the dark;
that you will eventually leave behind
when I straighten-out your wayward mind
with a future mode of deeper thoughts
sitting in your lap today,
just beneath your clever lips…
I’ll then see you, disrobed, in a diorama
In a museum’s Wing of Cluelessness.
.
Light represents reality, pure consciousness and divine truth,
the physical need for pleasure and happiness is a distraction,
a cloak of bliss preventing us to look deeper into our reality,
there is always a battle of our intellect and our lower mind,
desires, needs and ego- a magnetic pull for attachments and,
attractions to the physical world, leaving us anchored,
and bound to the material earthly wants forgetting the light,
because of the veil of bliss leaves us searching for the truth,
the big picture- it is a cosmic game of hide-and-seek,
that we must navigate through the distractions in our life,
and overcome that magnetic pull of desires and rediscover,
the hidden light to disrobe ego.
our heart region is a bliss globe
and head ovoid the cosmic egg
revealed when we slowly disrobe
prayer on lips for freedom beg
what’s there to be said about this
as we become love, light and bliss
To check the health of your gut microbe,
the nurse will ask him to disrobe,
and (as Sam said), on this you can rely,
he'll wait for the doctor as time goes by.
memory recalls waking and dreaming
but we know nothing of the deep sleep state
save that we awake, refreshed and beaming
back within this form, ready to face fate
strange it is that we do not care to probe
subtle realms we seem to have visited
stripped of ego, where we chose to disrobe
aglow in our light, from fears acquitted
“Happiness comes when the individual merges in God”
~ last words of Swami Sivananda
‘Who am I’ being the question
Is what we first need to probe
Before we wonder Who God is
As wayward ego we disrobe
All that comes and goes is unreal
So it’s clear we’re not body mind
Space and time seems to be a cage
In which desires grip us in a bind
Taking refuge in staid silence
Ego in head melds with love in heart
As formless presence poised in the void
We feel within bliss ignition start
Bliss in permanence is a boon
Fixating focus in all time meditation
In time identity falls away
We then feel one with God’s creation
Mirroring the swami’s heartbeat
Divine magnetism bestows clear sight
The mists clear and then we see
That our true form is living light
lust
seducing me into a moment of unfaithfulness
drawing in my wandering gaze
fingers reaching through the dimly lit doorway
sinfully running through my hair
filling my mind with a myriad of thoughts
social
historical
carnal
poetic thoughts
seduced by a street hustler on the corner
bought things I never intended to buy today
never needed or wanted
door left ajar
low light seen on the night stand
creeping along the back hallway
trying not to get caught red handed
satisfy my moment of gratification
couldn't help myself
transfixed
memorized
lust
when I saw the first three lines of your poem
fever pitched curiosity
hating the term
"nosey"
but it is what it is
and that's alright
first three lines of your poem
slowly pushing the door ajar
lustful eyes
peering through the haze across the room
watching you slowly disrobe
to see the nakedness of you
your poem
your poetry
(Hint: à la "Heart" from "DAMN YANKEES")
You gotta be smart
If you wanna get a part
In a movie or a play on Broadway
There are dues you must pay,
Play it smart.
If you've put on some weight,
Make sure your headshot's up-to-date.
Kid, you ain't the only blonde who can act,
There are some fat ones, in fact,
But, lose the weight.
When you go to an audition,
One that's like a "cattle call",
Show your talent, heart, ambition,
A little leg,
Hell! Show it all.
Just say, oh screw it!
Disrobe and do it.
And when you finally get cast,
There's a way to make it last.
You can marry a producer, of course,
One who'll keep your sweet a**e performing art,
And art is all about heart…
Some talent helps, but mostly heart…
And T and A, but lotsa heart…
But first you gotta be smart.
I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.
A trip, I take, around huddle of trees.
The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet.
With warbling voice, blackcap chorus excite.
Break of lull’by, and brightly colored breeze.
I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.
The oaks, disrobe the night, outlook upbeat.
Their leaves, in burst of honey-love, do please.
The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet.
I hear the flute and harp; heaven’s sans white.
Reclaiming perch, I slink from sheets with ease
I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.
Come sun, from place of rest, and moon retreat,
And open thither heartbeat of birds and bees.
The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet.
Robin redbreast whistling with all his might.
The kodachrome of ev’ry breath, I seize.
I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.
The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet.
dancing within objects, is love’s bliss strobe ~
God’s light shines in our heart, when we disrobe
Into the enchanted forest
I will go and wander awhile
with the most ancient one amongst
the magical mythical wild.
I shall disrobe the mundane rust
of mortal mind, its death-filled coil,
and dwell within the living trust
of magical mythical wild.
The ancient one may let me dream,
then bid me plant in fertile soil
joy-filled spells, there beside the stream
and magical mythical wild.
Into the enchanted forest;
and magical mystical wild.
A lovely dawning
paints a rose tinted sky.
it will rain later,
the sky will disrobe
and fall as summer tears;
a rain softly sorrowful
yet drenched in a gentle joy.
So young and fair
are the fresh skirts
of this new washed air;
a breeze lifts our eyes
to the hem of heaven.
When the rain comes,
when the gray air trembles,
for it most certainly will,
our sprits will know
both delight and drear,
as we recall,
the lovely artistry,
the fine first blush
of this rosy dawn.
My suit of self-loathing no longer fits
The mirror of compassion tells me so
Years of bad-intentions held back growth
After a time, the length of my sleeves bind
I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized
These angry pants are fit for a small child
How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists
How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket
Like it or not, the right suit still waits
No one other than I can disrobe loathing
The best cloak is the one from the womb
It takes skill to unstitch a childish blazer
It takes care to unhem pants outgrown
It takes love to go out in my birthday suit
Let tatters of anxiety fall down the chute
Self-loathing keeps me from disrobing
But, I’m not ready to shed my suit yet
The manly scissors that cuts are too heavy
After self-loathing is bare understanding
Forgive the man unstitching childishness
Let go of short-comings without clinging
Take the macho suit off the rack with care
Try on that fitted suit made for just me
Wear it till love fills the over-sized space
Take it all off till nakedness feels nice
Matthew 24:18
"Whoever is in the field must not turn back to get his cloak."
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