The sound of one hand clapping
or a turtle when he's napping
is very hard to hear,
because it isn't even there.
the pale moon hovers
over the village at sunrise.
When we abide in restful quietude,
divine energy gridlines come alive,
held still with vibrancy and fortitude,
causing nectar to drip from soul’s bliss hive.
There is no mystery in words we speak,
being simply devout intent of heart,
wishing to be still to get a sneak peek
at sparks that cause bliss ignition to start.
Though the seeker who seeks does not exist,
heart’s desire emoted needs a response
which it receives, manifest as a mist,
throb of bliss magnetism, held in love’s sconce.
The aspect of us entwined with the whole,
is imbibed in heart as whispers of soul.
Too busy writing
to care if you listened
Space there before me,
live ink on the page
To say it just once
with no echo to follow
Questions—unanswered
endorsement prepaid
(The New Room: November, 2021)
soma nectar drips
navigating through nadis
bliss thunder soundless
28-October-2021
our heart is singing
hark sound of silent thunder
purring in our heart
19-May-2021
Silence
Subtle whisper
Feeling replacing thought
Soma fuels rapture within
Stillness
12-November-2020
As at the heart centre
Awakening consciousness does enter
Already swathed in bliss bubbling
Celebrates with male-female polarities pulsating
Who’s to say who’s at the left or who’s at the right
What matters is our heightened delight
As the void within throbs with ecstasy galore
Rapture bursting to a climax never felt before
A fizz awakening all lifetrons out of their slumber
In a unified field of ineffable blissful thunder
Free of egoic fetters we again find ourself in captivity
Of never ending explosive bliss renewing in continuity
Inexplicably we yet in mind body continue to exist
Having vaporised there remains no identity to resist
All that is is presence in innocence celebrating
The dance in unison of consciousness blossoming
In totality as well as layer by layer
Each moment ignition in rapturous fervour
One hand clapping causes tornados
On the northernmost slopes of Kilauea
Houses are destroyed
Many unemployed
But stocks were up for red ripe tomatoes
(after shakespeare)
paradigms sour repeats shade every yawning gasp past the ears swiftly yet
tell listeners such hidden nuance each hour rains sacrament tones sound
deepest thoughts silence ever reigns sweet
(pre 16th century)
paradigmsourepeatshadeveryawningaspasthearswiftlyetellistenersuch
iddenuanceachourainsacrementonesoundeepesthoughtsilencevereignsweet
stan sand
... one who claims he's heard
the sound of one hand clapping,
mad or just joking ...