“The avadhuta, alone, pure in evenness of feeling, abides happy in an empty dwelling place. Having renounced all, he moves about naked. He perceives the Absolute, the All, within himself.”
We flow like the fresh morning breeze,
mood and mode embrace and release,
having obliterated time,
with no demons left to appease.
Poised in peace betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
having no new peaks left to climb,
focus fixated on the void,
on its own heart conjures a rhyme.
Our presence, pure and unalloyed,
no longer by desires decoyed,
enlivened by bliss magnetism,
is no longer by thought forms toyed.
Grace igniting mind-body prism,
we thus transcend every known ism,
transforming as pure living light,
by a magical mechanism.
That all’s one is known by clear sight,
truth stark that banishes the night,
so here now, each moment reborn,
breath by breath heightens heart’s delight.
Pure and plain like a plump white plum,
Evenness of color in a swirling euphoric fog.
Alchemy in a shell ready to sell for the chance of romance.
Round and rolling right out of Heaven's Chest.
Line, string, & loop 'round the neck that is your best.
Sugar of life you are
Sweet and dainty in jar
Over and under the counter
You are a wonder in winter
Sturdy grains of Summer breeze
Granules of sweetness, not freeze
White, not green like the apple peels
Sweet and brittle in my heart reels
Salt of the lake
I grow strong and rake
Salty grounds and eden of drake
As briny as the sea sands shake
My skin dries when you touch
Like yellow leaves that fall too much
Salt not scar, palatable in taste
From the dust man came, never a waste
Sugar and salt are grains of wonder
Sweetness and evenness in gains yonder
Life's toils and reaps in harvest
Man's worth and quest above the rest
Everence, most evenness scenes ever.
The cremated remains last.
Can I return it for a difference?
Zealous, jealous, and conscientious,
emanated outward, giggles and grins.
Can I re-petite ****?
rough
coarse, harsh,
creasing, wrinkling, crumpling
vandal, hooligan, uniformity, evenness,
furbishing, steamrolling, ironing
creamy, effortless
smooth
Date posted: 07/28/2021
Maintaining an evenness of devotion
means the world to me
don't fool and start a commotion
I recognize ye
There are times I ponder
as to why love don't last
why people squander
and rod do cast
are they not warm and dry but cold and wetter
is it themselves that is lacking
should they be a debtor
while the floor beneath them is cracking
in our walls of luxury
they should fix the dent
this is just the introductory
so contend to be content
God knows everything
I, the human, do not know anything
who said
- I, the human
God is a great guide, almighty
I, the human, am follower only
who said
- I, the human
God is the light
God is heaven
God is the peace
God is the Warner of wickedness
God is the punishment giver
God is the creator
God is the destroyer
God is everything for me, the human
who said
- I, the human
I, the human, said everything
since unknown time,
but in changing of time
now, my saying is God's Words
my advice is God's Books
my making Idol is my God
my making prayer home is God's Home
the Home and the Idol now before me the ultimate governor
How wonderful my eyes of thoughtful mind and belief are
How wonderful I and my God are!
Together
but inequality
in evenness!
06.08.2020 Chattogram
Equanimity – mental calmness, composure, and evenness of temper, especially in a difficult situation
Euphoric moments
Balanced by the darkest of nights
One without the other
Loses perspective – like a ship without a beacon of light
Our lives can flourish
When we acknowledge the pain
To fight the inevitable
Drives the strongest insane
So don’t fill up with pride
On the brightest of days
But don’t fall in a hole
When things don’t go your way
Have patience
Live life to the fullest - passionately
Breathe deep
Equanimity
A soft spell of unfounded lightness,
confounds
deep engraves of pride and posture
A sweet pace of evenness branded,
pervades
tales of dew, and wine-filled sadness
Remorseless fumes and dues to end this,
decide
a tasteless tune of truth rewound
Cautious terms of proven bonds,
rest on knots
and yet you won't
i burn
i indulge in the fire
of my slitherin ride into you
indescribable warmth
that touches,
smoothens the
toughness in me
and conjures up
libidinous urges
that cannot be smothered
i am distraught
nothing has ever felt
so prodigiously agreeable
my wobbly hand
slides slowly along
the evenness of your
long, velvety arm
sure as you and i
are there
the ephemeral bliss
that is supposed to be
is lengthened
drawn out
to fulfill our
handsome desire
to be one
Depression seeps through my soul
How can I write when my heart’s such a droll?
Can a set of fancy words truly make him appear?
Alas, it is never meeting him again I fear
Would he not gaze at my verse in surprise?
Would he not see it pour through my eyes?
In tears I ponder upon his reaction
Every line a bittersweet satisfaction
I care not for evenness; I care not for whim,
I care not for dead words, only for him
Often when such words escape my mind,
I try to see him in them, but he’s too hard to find
In truth, I see less of my heartfelt rhymes
As the clock striking seven heavenly chimes
Pictures race in my frivolous head
I see his green eyes; I hear the things he has said
‘Never Again’ are the words I now cry
And my heart knows those words never die
31.
Some work day mornings just fill with sour time.
The evenness of the florescent lights is annoying
I see all the familiar faces hating every moment along with me.
A department meeting, how horrifying.
The common voices outlining choices--that have nothing to do with you
Blacken and blue, I must stomach this painful gathering of shrews
A pressured push in the brain
To not let this poison my day
I rely on pleasant memories to carry me away:
The last cherished talk, the phone message from a friend.
I really can’t wait for this meeting to end.
Now my agitation has been noticed.
I am not paying attention--thinking about folly and Ben.
The expression on my face shows rejection
Can she see my recollection of the last time we met?
Crap now I am found out; she must be judging what my whole life is about.
Turn toward her stare, show sincerity and care
Easy now tiger-- and smile--give the moment awhile.
Save face, my Japanese ancestors would say.
I am disciplined, this is work--not time to play.
Don’t let distraction make you her prey.
Short of help, but still of staff
the headache from the neck does last
the evenness of time in cache
lies dormant, so disbursed, abashed!
Though waiting, justice is enmassed
to some fond hill, its wearied bast
has tempered not the day's full cast
and sleeps in kinship, life's repast!
Forgiveness lacking, lacks in class
so metered to repeating's lash
like some huge wail, the wave's do splash
first beaten ~ then to mercies crass!
Deliverance of lieing's stake
the game goes on of win and take,
the overpowering of land's sake
do drink and drink its servile cask!
That greed and garrison of task
nor common sense can so express
the doing's done in overt haste,
this burgeoning of time erased!
That filtered sleeve of compromise
should pinch the air to realize,
we've done it, winnows out our eyes
while change redundant hypnotized ~
. . . becomes incumbent with the skies!
Spring‘s gone,
Summer days,
Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace.
Silently, I gaze from secret place
Consumed by memories
Of happiness shared of you and me,
Snowy days spent by the fire
Entangled souls seemingly
We beat the odds with evenness
Blissfully…
In this present moment, a longing touch rises within
Where giddy hearts still afire
Passionately so…
In an instant,
It begins to rain within,
I sigh, you sigh -- We
Breathe…
A fallow tree stump
ritualized by the empty
Bath of Salvation
creeping painfully as if
thrown by the wayside
The retort of schoolchildren
smoothed by the evenness
of taken innocence
Arisen from a fruitless slumber
Clamoring for the germane
but destined to be wholly
irrelevant
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