It's a cry for attention
it's as loud as loud can be
~ how many ways to ask
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
To evade the fangs of fate,
if we choose to meditate,
the doer as yet present,
we imbibe not love’s bliss scent.
Our feeble form we hold dear,
becoming the cause of fear,
which in turn is fed by thought,
a vortex in which soul’s caught.
As a witness to ourself,
watching life flow by itself,
we stand at the river’s bank,
heart enlivened, our mind blank.
Our emptiness is then filled
with bliss mists, by grace instilled,
if we be childlike and pure,
mood playful and heart demure.
Thoughts at rest, poised in repose,
as we so metamorphose,
in timeless time ego falls,
blown like a leaf in bliss squalls.
Ego dies, we yet remain,
as light of Self, free from stain,
in a realm beyond space-time,
with no mountains left to climb.
For weeks, my hands searched your side of the bed,
Yet emptiness mocked the warmth I desired.
Our love now lives in a distant, closed past,
Where memories refuse to fade or dim.
That morning you spoke your final good-bye
Turned my whole world to a mourning ground.
I lost the knowing of what love feels like,
For your absence drove me into deep grief.
Ten years have not healed the wound of divorce;
Time has not mended this fractured heart.
The pain grows sharper with each passing year,
And no new love can break this bolted door.
You said we must walk on separate pathways,
Yet we’ve stood still on the same ground for years.
Love refuses to flow to other hearts,
Though you claimed we were not meant to be.
Come back, my sweetness—let’s mend what we broke;
No lovers are perfect under the sun.
We only fit when we’re with each other—
For only God is perfect, never man.
The sky's
apparent
infinity
and emptiness
is interrupted
by solid ground~
an apparent
empty
interruption
unquestioned
emptiness
is a story
dramatic maybe
of discovering
separation is
already
unquestioned
emptiness~
astonishing
I found myself in a store, you see.
A sign on a box said, "Buy This for Free!"
I thought it so strange, I must confess,
when I saw the label: "EMPTINESS".
Never was I one to turn down a deal,
so, I took it home - my goodness what a steal.
I opened it up and found...nothing there?
In disbelief, I could only stare.
I thought to myself, I think I'll pour it on
some cereal, and wow, it was gone.
Next, I poured it on my family and friends.
I never thought they would meet such ends.
So I emptied the box, which was then full,
and I'm telling you the truth - this ain't no bull.
My family and friends all came back to me,
and my life has returned to normalcy.
The moral of this story might not be clear.
It's simply that if what is not can appear,
what you have, can then soon be gone.
Now, isn't that something to think upon?
when light fractures into noise…
I embrace the outburst
with emptiness chewing up my nerves.
The void softens the impact—
can’t break what never arrived.
What was once important is now mundane,
since we look neither ahead nor behind,
resplendent in light of Self, free from stain,
with pulsations of divine will aligned.
There is no time, yet dream images flow,
enlivening existence with their glow
and yet they are but shimmers in the void,
orbiting our heart, pure and unalloyed.
When silence layers silence in deep trance,
in the vibrant void of thought cessation,
pulse of magnetism causes nodes to prance,
this dance divine, our soul’s meditation;
flirtation with each blissful sensation.
Sans thought, pristine awareness self-aware,
in its native element thus stands bare,
resplendent in God’s light in heart aflame,
wherein with the all-that-is as we pair,
we attain clear sight as our claim to fame.
time
and aging
affects us all
that's the story
convincingly told
yet there can appear
a healing emptiness
in these empty words
there's something missing
i don't know what
but that gaping hole
leaves me feeling blue
there's an emptiness within
whose silence is louder than its scream
~ a heart in constant search with
hunger pangs that have no remedy
so night and day i seek for that
special something that feels like peace
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
i wonder if this feeling will pass.
if the skin rotting beneath my eyes will become a permanent color of blue,
if the bruises on my knees will fade to nothing more then flesh.
they say this feeling goes away as you age-
im not so sure about that.
i feel the agonizing sensation of pain rotting beneath my chest as the hot mountain water flows down my neck.
i think my soul will rot and burn as others grow flowers with the soil of their burdens,
i wish i could be as beautiful as those flowers.
to be born out of something so rotten and diseased yet still be as alive and beautiful.
if maybe this body of flesh and sin will free me and maybe for once, i’ll be happy purely again-
there will be no “this will be a happy memory” or “this feeling will not last, i’ll be sad again.”
my soul will simply never feel once again.
but even so- would it be better to feel nothing?
to not feel the unholiness beneath your chest that pumps blood.
to not feel the sorrow of once before,
would being numb be even more torturous as being alone?.
Lost in the world,
Trying to figure out a way ahead..
I heard, there isn’t any fixed one!
And thoughts want to be engaged in that question.
As if that’s the nature wanting me to do.
I do shut up, however.
And its all full of emptiness.
When I am doing something of heart,
I forget everything and I am left with no questions.
Is that what they call love? I don’t know..
Years and years passed by,
and the answer was utter silence.
it's the
emptiness which
in its fullness
expresses what
seems happening
we dwell in the gap
of the unmanifest
in ineffable peace
feeling blessed
wherein poised thus
in our natural state
bliss teleports us
to heaven’s gate
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