There is a heartbeat under my heartbeat,
the one that was already going
before I had a body to carry it in.
I have called it wrong names.
Anxiety, when it was only aliveness.
Loneliness, when it was only spaciousness
with no one to explain itself to.
It never needed permission.
It didn't wait for me to become someone
before it started shining,
the way a window doesn't wait
for the house to be finished
to let in light.
I have spent so long trying to be smaller,
easier to hold,
and this whole time
there was something in me
that was already free
of every wall I built to contain it.
If I am honest, on my most tired night,
what I want isn't answers.
It's this, to feel that I am not separate
from the thing that made the stars
and also made the way light
moves through a glass of water at 2 a.m.
I don't think delight has to be earned.
I think it's underneath me
the way the ground is underneath me,
holding me up whether I notice it or not.
I did not arrive from nowhere.
Something is still arriving through me,
right now, as this breath, this pulse,
this quiet, stubborn light
that was never asking my permission to exist.
The aim of news is to widespread anxiety
To add more stress inside and out just for fun
We play the readers, posing the society
Among those out for a morning run
The social myth about the media is trivial
Nobody opens stuff under the good headlines
Bad stuff’s far more attractive and believable
We feel the edge of these ill-fated times
But what’s left in the end, reminds a song
Yesterday’s Papers by the Stones, it gives some tips
Although the papers didn’t last too long
Weren’t they useful at the time for wrapping chips
These days we serve the digital completeness
Newspapers gone, our chips are boxed and wet
Tactility gets shrunk, that dual purpose sweetness
Remains a memory, which hasn’t faded yet.
poetry has dual purposes you know
evoking emotion, inspiring others to grow
metaphors and similes busy comparing things
sometimes so rhythmic, you can enter a karaoke sing
lines and stanzas showing the reader the way
eliciting sadness or humor in pinks, yellows and gray
You live within me, my adorable
It’s due to you I'm here today
Though naked truth stands inexorable
I miss you in the usual way
We’re immaterial together
But even so, we do exist
It is a dual life I gather
So in this sense you’re never missed
The truth of our souls adherence
Brings life to memories we hold
Revitalized in our appearance
Released from time, we can't grow old
Brush back your hair, put on the lamp
And kiss the air before the screen
My image there is getting damp
Before we fall into unseen..
Repentance
a religious word is
the seeming suffering
needed to return to one's
better state~
without separation
repentance is found
to be that suffering
and its acceptance
are expressions of what
cannot be expressed but
often labeled as grace or
unconditional love~~
Dual Rainbows ?? across my skies
A demon screams an angels cries.
Satans soldiers have surrounded the kingdom in the sky.
A spirit is eternal. A spirit can never die
I frequently tune into the universal frequency.
My Eyes closed my mind open I can see things no one else can comprehend or see i am Astro traveling into alternate realms and dimensions to escape my distorted reality.
I now know the worth of my own existence
I now know why I am here.
I won’t stop believing until i stop
Breathing.
I will never give up.
I will never quit.
I will never give in.
Reincarnated, Reimagined,re written, re wired,reinvented, redesigned.
I have worked hard to understand the inner workings of my own mind.
You will never see inside of me you will never hear the voices inside my head.
You keep on walking with the living
I’ll keep on walking with the dead
Written by Adrian Bogdal 18/4/2025
Drawn by the image of my Lord
This lumpen mass—worthy of none—
Prays to resist the tempting horde.
Drawn by the image of my Lord
As panting harts bled in the sun
Long for water to be restored.
Drawn by the image of my Lord
This lumpen mass—worthy of none.
Drawn in the image of my Lord
Out of the miry clay, well spun;
Charmed like Saul by His secret chord.
Drawn in the image of my Lord
As resplendent as His dear Son—
My will His own, perfect accord.
Drawn in the image of my Lord
Out of the miry clay, well spun.
P erched between choices, I linger in the gray,
E very whisper of possibility tugging both ways.
R isk sits heavy, yet comfort hums its quiet song,
H oping one path proves right, fearing both could be wrong.
A ll days I balance fear with longing, want with need,
P recious moments slipping while I hesitate to lead.
S tep forward at last — though trembles chase the will to proceed.
(“Zero Point of Creation”, 2018, original encaustic)
The Dual Nature
The dual nature of reality,
When we look we see a thing
When we don’t it is a wave,
Isn’t a matter of either/or
But one of and/both.
Beyond the simple wonder of this reality
Is the ineffable mystery of what lies within.
What more is there to say
When you have reached the point of origin
The zero point of every thing.
(9/3/25)
Today my grandson, the four year old one,
Gave me a gift more valuable than any other.
The fact he didn’t even know he gave it
Doesn’t make it any less precious,
In fact that lack of consciousness
Was the giving and the gift itself.
What he gave was insight,
A glimpse into his world
The natural non-dual experience of Life,
An effortless pointing out instruction
With just a simple enthusiastic call,
“Hey Grandpa!”
And in that call I knew that for him
There was no self and other, no me and him,
Just Life, with a sense of joyful delight,
Living life,
Connecting across time and space,
With simply, more Life.
(11/26/24)
The curious mind is an endless flame,
That facts and truths cannot tame.
For knowing is powerful, sharp and clear,
Helping to adapt, learn and face the fear.
But knowing comes with a heavy cost and toll.
More questions to answer, more doubt to control.
But not knowing, too has its place.
For ignorance is bliss to engrace.
Where the mind lets go in free-fall.
In relief, in surrender, to just enthrall.
Knowing, sometimes it's better not to know.
To lie spaced-out, where turmoil won’t grow.
For though we claim to want to know more,
In the shadow of the knowledge door,
Lies our pull-back, and strain to resist,
Over-reaching beyond the canny twist sophist.
Social media, realm where whispers fly,
A land beneath the vast digital sky.
Here, every word can travel far,
Each post and tweet, a potential star.
It binds the world in a tight-knit web,
Where thoughts and cultures easily ebb.
A platform broad for voices small,
In this grand stage, one and all.
Yet in its depths, dangers dwell,
As truths and lies together swell.
A double-edged sword, it can deceive,
Where false narratives weave and leave.
A mighty force for advocacy’s fight,
It lights up causes in the night.
From grassroots grows a towering wave,
Empowering the meek, the brave.
But watch the cost, privacy paid,
Invisible prices, quietly laid.
A footprint permanent, never gone,
In the landscape vast, forever drawn.
A frontier for the bold, the new,
Where innovations burst into view.
A pulse of progress, fast and fierce,
New ideas that pierce the universe.
So wield it well, this potent tool,
Educate, engage, but never fool.
For social media’s power, vast and wide,
Reflects the human spirit, amplified.
Intonation
tonality
Harmony
Pitch
Harmony
Melody
Centra
Ctesibius Xylem Grundfos
1803 the hoes of 1803 were forged
and the handles carved.
Used in areas of gardens
and feilds
the cicadia made
the locals conversationist.
Until "ole Fussy" told
them
"ya'll Bouis shut yo' mouths
foo Gingle Dheeze come
down year and quiet ya'll up!"
"Zum Doop dew Ditty!"
Oh: ooh wee!
Zoom:zoom:zoom: Zoom!"
""scatt dew whatta scatt scatt!"
End Line Rhyme as a footle
SENIOR MOMENTS. FOOTLE
Here I am at a very great old age with same chat)
for these days I can only recall old tales, off pat)
Toothless now and decayed so no, long kiss)
for that's certainly something best, to miss)
Reading with a magnifying glass in , large print)
with very strong glasses for close-up, or squint)
In my chair most afternoons having, no sap)
having to pace myself or without doubt , need nap)
Morganite, Jasper
Floor Voiced of many waters
Drinks of my Creature
Seers eyes roll over
Stigma of the Messenger
The Tree of Knowledge
Apple of my eye
Medusa's organa seed
My Jealousic Stone
The Palmer Worm feeds
Honey in mouth, sour stomach
Scroll is unveiling
Wisdom in connect
Strings of raw experience
Our discovering
Dew of Collective
Words on lips under cover
Supple Oasis
Sins hide quietly
Lions roaming to devour
Souls in Final Hour
Shaking Globe Hourglass
Signs, Flux relativity
Reveals Pearly Teeth
Sigh of Elements
Message in delivery
Krakens in release
My Equalizer
Binary Twin, incoming
The Throne has spoken
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