nothing remains in the pause
where we are still as the cause
poised in peace with bliss beats pleased
potent power unreleased
focus firm undistracted
by life being enacted
we do at times enter trance
to feel fully each nuance
polarity rotation
animates our cessation
though there is a rebound time
as the slope on which we climb
bilocation holds the key
to be at each moment free
which is granted when we ask
on disrobing ego’s mask
although there is no desire
in objects we would acquire
just as waves with moon align
for love’s touch do we not pine
The extended hand was soon retracted,
signalling perhaps that it is not time,
in life’s lucid dream being enacted,
which caused no tremor in heart’s bliss beat chime,
dancing in moonlight, conjuring a rhyme.
We are the void, to outcomes nonchalant,
presence free from taint and immune to taunt.
Be this as it may, we may pause to ask,
the aim to continue this game inane,
yet there is learning even when we bask
in warm sunlight or while watching the rain,
bliss caress freeing us from ego’s chain,
in a dance of delight in slow motion,
as we partake of love’s magic potion.
Vibrance of our emptiness has no name,
since our true being has no location,
there now remaining no tempests to tame
and since we are here on a vacation,
flirting with dream forms is our vocation.
We swim in the sea without getting wet;
that we’re living light, we never forget.
there’s someone who needs to be met
for business to be transacted
tension mounts but we do not fret
in this dream by God enacted
On the seashore, stretching endless,
There stands a lighthouse, a beacon of light.
Staying alone, it faces the roaring waves,
Guiding lost sailors and ships aright.
It often watches thundering breakers
It doesn’t command them to be still
Nor chase the brewing storms away
But sheds light poised on a rocky hill.
How many stories a lighthouse has to recount!
Stories of havoc, plunder and shipwreck,
Tales of escape from the fury of typhoons,
Of love and romance enacted on the deck.
Each lighthouse holds a mystical allure.
Broader at its base and narrower on its face,
It has a cylindrical and tapering shape
And stands as a sentinel with a piercing gaze.
In each one, there’s a lighthouse shining within
It guards us from all storms brewing inside
Shedding light along life’s murky tracks,
Leading us to coveted destinations like a guide.
when we’re free from limitation
wishes easily manifest
without any effort at all
enacted in light hearted jest
one with oneness we are the all
God’s magnetism in heart aflame
bliss thunder cascading within
we can call grace by any name
as we walk the path too appears
all doings are done by God hand
enablements seem magical
heart’s desires fulfilled on demand
The first offense
Was enacted through violence
Too little to comprehend
Adults needed my silence
I learned to stuff the pot
It wasn't difficult at first
But many years of sorrow
Brought my pressure cooker to burst
The person present when it happened
Experienced all the anger on reserve
He got splattered with matter
Even Satan, himself, did not deserve
Patterns and politics about delivery
Can never be a part of broken hearts
Domestic violence is the ride
The finishes at the point it starts
Who is to bear the pain of yesterday
And carry the aftermath of today
It is the co-dependent needing value
Who seems to never have the courage to say
...STOP IT!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-23-2026
No beginning no end
Declared a prophet of men
From womb to birth
Every individual came to Earth
...unless
The connections set
The program enacted
To many come to TRUTH
Memories redacted
...questions
Evidence of ancient people
Churches topped with sainted steeple
Hints of plagiarism in books
Ideas taken with golden hooks
...twist
Exciting information presented
To invite curious exploration
Careful to skillfully conceal
To prevent deep investigation
...story
Thinking minds know...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-18-2026
bliss energised stillness fixates focus
upon the play of divine magnetism
as we navigate a pathless locus
we garner truths unknown to any ism
this script is enacted in feeble form
observed by our presence in solitude
where all we do is with bliss beats conform
in childlike wonder marked with fortitude
we voice the truth without inhibition
of this dance divine underway within
suffice to say, God is the magician
His will causing ignition to begin
pardon our diction that sounds like fiction ~
leading to our ego’s crucifixion
We find true peace when heart is in repose,
so let us not be by thoughts distracted,
since the truth’s substratum mind never knows,
fooled by illusions on earth refracted,
thus in silence, as fate is enacted,
resplendent in the vibrant light of Self,
bliss peaks and this dream flows on by itself.
If I had had the will to say ‘no’
When everyone around me said ‘yes’
If I had had the spirit to fight
When everyman accepted cowardice and remained a coward,
If I had had the courage to express
When the iron curtains suppressed,
If I had had the power to outlaw the law
When the lawmakers enacted martial law,
If I had had the urge to write
When something in me told me to ponder over,
If I had had the desire to reciprocate
When the Lass showed her interest in my acts,
Had I had the feel of empathy
When my people felt the need for support,
Had I had the courage to shed tears
When my heart of hearts pained,
Had I had the patience to listen
When everybody quarreled to convey,
Had I had the courage to be patient
When my nerves trembled with anger,
Had I had the power of my will to smile
When my ego needed fuel,
Had I had the impatience to be brave
When the world around me accepted slavery,
Had I had the revolutionary in me to stage out
When the social systems buried the spirit of humane,
I would have called me
‘An ordinary human being’
Not even an extra ordinary being.
What I had been is making me
A has been.
The maggot is weary of children it eats,
Of women laid down in Rafah's cold streets.
It's tired of salivating on innocent dead,
With no parting words and no tears to be shed.
It dined with the war-lords who broke Palestine's door,
On limbs, and on bullets, and on Hind's final core.
It gorged on a nation, sovereign and free,
And now seeks a prize for its "nobility."
So give the maggot his Nobel Prize,
Who seeks a false peace for his villainous eyes.
A peace made of cluster bombs, blood, and our pain,
On dishonesty's altar, for conquest and gain.
The maggot is sated, his tools are all shown,
In Tel Aviv's fortresses, of steel and of stone.
On aid-seekers' bodies, in Khan Younis's sands,
His peace is enacted by madmen's commands.
Then give him his prize, let the world acquiesce,
And grant his nobility to wickedness.
Let his name be inscribed in the blood of the slain,
For a Nobel bought with terror, and perpetual pain.
Prose of self imprisonment, in lieu to my self-risen-ment
Errected un-hourly to squark at my un-symmetry
And squander the squalor of dirtied mind
Cleansed to find the finest within the polluted rites
The squalor of impunitive squander hath dirtied the fishing rites
And awakened my soul at the fisherman's hour
T'wave thee 'Tally Ho!'
F'the dirtied mind enacted me, the foe
Now I, the fittest t'await and ponder
Shall await fished imprisonment and feed the sonder rays that dare awaken thee.
F'the dirtied mind has collected the tide,
To pollute mine own body.
Is age really just a number
With no money no slumber
When birthdays were a fun
Why now I feel that I am done
For each year I used to wait
Now each year appear as bait
When kith and kin were all fam
When we all were herd of ram
When Aunt was another mom
And well enacted the rom com
When Dadu play my super spine
When he’s there for every dine
When love gets lost in labour
No kin, no trust and no favour
In chamber of thorn in all line
Where wonder i if all is fine
In drums of drama’n distance
In every heart there is a fence
A hope resides like star shine
In million miles i may get mine!
the zone in spine with heart aligned
sphere-shaped, heart of God
awareness self-aware
aglow with love
full of light
we are
That
bliss hum
in head ovoid
conjoined with heart
readies the earth vehicle
to echo love’s divine pulsation
that in resonation with God’s will
all actions in this realm be enacted
desires beget dreams
in which we then enter
as a player therein
with memory erased
that we are the subject
who has manifested all objects
within the play being enacted
with this recognition
we erase thought flow
in as those impulses
relating to identity
mistaken that it is form
seeking to hijack awareness
which dissolves in stillness
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