thinned out ego remains as an interface
to enact on earth as it is in heaven
innocence carries not the cross of disgrace
ascending easily through chakras seven
can we ask the sun of debts of love it owes
causing it to appear every day at morn
with fragrance of a rose in blissful repose
remaining nonchalant to both praise and scorn
as we partake of soma nectar’s potion
with bliss magnetism pervading feeble form
what once was a drop has become the ocean
eye of the hurricane, still within the storm
Trapped in the eye of the hurricane
Lost in the heart of the sea
What started as a summer voyage
My friend, my lover, and me
Only chaos on the horizon
The tempest won't set us free
All you can see is fear in our eyes
My friend, my lover, and me
Since we were caught like rats in a maze
We all dropped on bended knee
Now there's nothing left to do but pray
My friend, my lover, and me
Waves were crashing and smashing the hull
The Kraken won't let us be
Spiraling down a watery grave
My friend, my lover, and me
observing mindfully
upswings and downturns
from the void of perfect stillness
we witness with nonchalance
Ferris wheel movement
for our soul’s delight
the eye of the hurricane
hums in blissful silence
as this dream unfolds
08-February-2023
In chaos set sail
where pain barbs assail,
yet retaining poise,
in life's fearsome noise.
To become as such,
we must feel God's touch,
moment to moment;
then no fears torment.
18-October-2022
Tossed about through the turbulence of life,
Confusion remains to search for a seed.
As if the eye of the hurricane seeks direction,
Only to find no compass for its need.
Does this curious resolve weaken & wobble,
Or grow stronger through the effort & quest ?
While every response creates another,
And chaos may contribute to severely test.
The desire that looks to an unknown horizon,
May often see emptiness to follow despair.
Yet choice must pierce through this fog & veil,
With enough light that can guide to remain fair.
This journey is seldom without consequence,
As obstacles become present and abound.
So whether hurdled, avoided, or plowed through . . .
Overcoming them must be found.
While the question remains fundamental,
There are billions of answers to be observed.
With each one's unique testament,
Tracing a morality rarely hidden or reserved.
Ultimately, this inquiry is survived upon,
By those to judge while reflecting their own view.
Just as current events & history tend to remind us . . .
Not everything seen or heard is always true.
Knowing eye of the hurricane is still,
Heart’s tranquil in the void of cessation,
Simply allowing God to do His will.
All that’s manifest, is God’s creation.
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made;
Heart’s tranquil in the void of cessation.
We search for joy, that with time does not fade;
Enabled when we choose to surrender.
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made.
Have we felt not within, silent thunder?
Bliss, as in scriptures, ours for the asking,
Enabled when we choose to surrender.
Ceasing striving, ending multitasking,
We feel heightened rapture, within resume;
Bliss, as in scriptures, ours for the asking.
Employing free will, to cravings exhume,
Knowing eye of the hurricane is still,
We feel heightened rapture, within resume,
Simply allowing God to do His will.
10-April-2022
AN ORIGINAL TERZANELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Eye of the hurricane is still
Tranquil is, the stillness centre
Distanced from cacophony trill
Yet the compere, the presenter
Fears and desires, engulf our soul
Eye of the hurricane is still
Bliss suffused, heart’s attained it’s goal
Soma nectar does overspill
Drink from the stream, to our heart’s fill
We’re in a realm of abundance
Eye of the hurricane is still
Nodes within form, burst into dance
Void of cessation, reveals truth
We abide with the divine will
Embrace oh hermit, love forsooth
Eye of the hurricane is still
03-December-2021
stuck in the eye of the hurricane
in eerie slow motion
while at helter skelter speed
unforgivingly relentless
deliberate its devastation
overnight
the shock sinks in
a silence shuddering
seeping to every depths
of days numbered
uttering its new reality
left shaken to its very core
the aftermath inconceivable
global extermination averted
or likely just delayed
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on February 11, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (FEB 12) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
My heart beats a mile a minute when she is in proximity
Her whispers soothing travel into my ear infinity
She says exactly what I wish to hear
Waves of thunder through my fast beating fear
Can’t help but feel like this towards this dart
She hits the target every time we engage start
Our eyes widen & our hearts fill with lust & rage
My heart says hello beautiful in 3 million different ways
Her heart replies for you my soul cries
I want nothing more than to hold her in my eyes
I walk slowly towards her much better
I express my love for her with a soft blue feather
She says I will always seek you in any weather
I tell her I shall always find you in my jacket leather
A mile a minute my heart races
Uncontrollably it back & forthwith paces
In the eye of the hurricane we stop to take selfies with stupid faces
With stupid faces
Shuddering on the hallway steps
smoking far too many cigarettes
drug deprivied
withdrawling all sleep back under the bed
entering slowly the eye of the hurricane
still cursed
with the agonizing after effects
that inescsapable
sick shadow of a man reaching for a perpetualy
shifting end
I had no idea it was love I was falling in,
But through the freefall I saw his eyes,
And from the eye of the hurricane we stood within,
He saw through my every disguise.
He bent my will and lit up my sky;
His thunder silenced my fear.
Coppery clouds have me wondering why
His violent storm makes my eyes see so clear.
Broke me and fixed me, he promised to carry
My burdens tattooed on his veins;
He was the thunderstorm in the valley
And I was the girl who smelled like rain.
I found the feelings freezer burned;
I never thought I would’ve turned,
But it’s a crazy world we’ve learned
And I just want to trust you.
Control my thoughts and curse the days
I contemplate my busy ways,
But you despise the holidays
And I just want to love you.
Suspicion with no heartbreak;
Submission just for my sake;
Salutations, desperation;
I have not the will to fly.
Lost in my own scenarios,
I’m going crazy, no one knows.
We’re bound by our heavy souls,
And I’ll drown so you’ll love me.
This saying might just keep me sane:
“In the eye of the hurricane
There’s quiet,” I’ll feel no more pain?
And you’ve died just to stop me.
It’s time for our conclave.
Undress me and I’ll be brave.
So tell me just one little thing:
Do I die for love today?
The lights went out.
The trees were torn.
The sky was gray.
The night was born.
The lightning crashed.
The thunder roared.
We were caught in the eye of the hurricane.
We were caught in the eye of the storm.
We were caught by the lights that lit the sky.
We were caught in the eye of the storm.
The rain cam down.
The thunder roared.
The rain came down.
The trees were torn..
The rain came down.
It crashed to the ground.
We were caught in the eye of the storm.
We were caught in the eye of the hurricane.
We were caught in the eye of the storm.
We were caught by the lights that lit the sky.
We were caught in the eye of the storm.
As we watched the storm pass.
We watched the winds blow.
As we watched the storm pass.
We watched the storm grow.
We were caught in the eye of the hurricane.
We were caught in the eye of the storm.
We were caught by the lights that lit the sky.
We were caught in the eye of the storm.
We were caught in the eye of the storm....
Stormy-Weather-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2014..ALL rights reserved..
In his eyes I see tomorrow
he is the holder of all my time
like beautiful stained glass
holding rainbow colored sand
His touch is healing and divine
like the warmest sun
in summer time
his words are like seashells
As they call out to lovers in the ocean
drifting along the tide to sandy beaches
he has found me anchored to him
holding me with his soft sensual kiss
I see the moon in mid-day now
shining right beside the sun
they over came the obstacles
of all the storms on the run
We are in the eye of the hurricane
where the sky is beautiful all day
enjoying our mystery
to the rest of the worlds dismay
He is the ink that now flows from my quill
I am the tapestry the ancients could never fill
together we are a master piece designed with our love
we are the ones who are well endowed in love
Stained glass masterpieces.
art inked with sand from above
two beautiful lives filled with God in trust
found within the many
rather than the few
the hope of wrongdoing
(happenings which may have no explanation
worthy of the damage done
to self, to family, to friends
spontaneously aroused by
incessant turmoil whose cause
cannot be determined to be
any one person’s violent efforts
but instead must be linked to
a psychopathology of the
whole)
festers,
and with it comes actions
which have their base in something of a
common human horror
wanting “bad” things to happen to
“good” people
wanting “bad” things to happen to
“bad” people &
subsequently delighting when they
do.
this spiral seems to have no end &
the time spent swirling, orbiting the
eye of the hurricane,
is time wherein one watches & learns the hurt---
as one is hurt by another
one passes on that hurt to someone else,
because if it can happen to you
it can happen to me &
the whole while
our shells become harder
our punches become stronger
our premeditation becomes sharper &
our rate of success grows,
like we were all carrying
our own little voodoo dolls
wrapped up inside us
equating our own selfish greed
with that of terrible destruction
coming from our very hands.
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