lust not to rest lain
weeds cleared grow again
and since roots are deep
dreams haunt us in sleep
along love’s locus
we hold firm focus
sensing bliss beat’s chime
from beyond space-time
divine exorcism
cleanses body prism
whence we shine as light
drenched in bliss delight
demons that appear
we no longer fear
since ego is dead
and we’re by God led
we mind not the burn
in mind-body urn
as we so transform
in bliss currents warm
They're coming by the thousands,
here to suck your blood,
here to take a bite,
in a gluttonous biblical flood.
Hold firm and squirm,
don't be late,
or wait,
hold the gates,
then accept your fate.
The I-thought arises, then disappears,
so the practice is to get hold of it,
before we’re hypnotised and ego leers,
that lamp of awareness in heart be lit.
Blink and we’ll miss it, so hold firm focus,
examining the I-thought’s very source,
which lies far beyond the space-time locus,
cognised in silence, without use of force.
The Self when polarised becomes the ‘I’,
to navigate this earth life’s harsh terrain,
where heart feeling limitations does sigh,
when it chooses to wear the ego-chain.
Freedom or bondage, is for us to choose ~
As both dreamer and dreamed, what’s our excuse
The Self is everything including mind,
which once seen, leaves us with nothing to do,
since with all other concepts left behind,
free from stain, our heart pure like mountain dew,
resides in the now where bliss beats renew.
All we do then is hold firm our focus,
breath by breath thus along God’s love locus.
to abide in the truth hold firm resolve
assigning no grade to how we evolve
mindful not to be swayed by fickle fate
shining as the light that does not abate
If you want to last without lust, fast—
Break the hunger of the flesh by choosing what will last.
When the body shouts loud and the soul feels weak,
Silence the cravings by strengthening the meek.
Lust is a fire that feeds on desire,
It grows on neglect and burns ever higher.
But fasting is water that quenches the flame,
It humbles the heart and reorders the frame.
When the eyes start wandering, longing to roam,
Call your spirit to the altar and bring your heart home.
For battles of purity are not won in the night,
They are forged in the daytime by walking in light.
Fast from the screens that poison the mind,
Fast from the voices that tempt and remind,
Fast from the idols that promise delight,
Then feed on the Word that gives strength to fight.
Fast until hunger bows low to your King,
Fast until your spirit learns how to sing,
Fast until holiness becomes your desire,
And purity burns like a sanctified fire.
For lust is defeated when Christ is embraced,
When flesh is denied and the heart is retraced.
If you want to last without lust, fast—
Choose what is eternal, hold firm, stand fast.
whatever mind perceives is an illusion ~
hold firm to this knowing to end delusion
in consciousness alone, everything appears
in the vast void, each thought bubble disappears
know that both the seer and the seen are one ~
all forms are illumined by the central sun
simple truths ~ let us list them out
if heart’s quiescent, mind is still
in staid silence, voids within fill
let not fears and dark desires grout
know this: we are not body-mind
leave imagined knowing behind
God dwells in our heart, have no doubt
He is felt as bliss magnetism
wisdom transcending every ism
to find Him, let seeds of love sprout
remaining at all times bliss rife
recognising transience of life
hold firm faith in monk-mode devout
breath by breath, let go of ego
at peace in the boat, God does row
simple truths ~ let us list them out
let not fears and dark desires grout
God dwells in our heart, have no doubt
to find Him, let seeds of love sprout
hold firm faith in monk-mode devout
Hold firm resolve, to remain still,
gentling thought, word and deed,
that thus by relinquishing will,
we let love take the lead.
Awake dear heart, awake
Be tranquil like a lake
Our soul’s growth is at stake
If we’d evolve
Hold firm resolve
though ego cravings continue to bait ~
hold firm; negate not God’s touch intimate
Fear not the countless stars that light the sky,
For many naysayers still will deny.
Find them a place where they must stay away,
The clouds will part, your star will shine today.
Each star, a lone pattern in glow and gleam.
So nothing dims its light or halts its dream.
The clouds hold space to cradle your surprise,
For many reasons, your star has to rise.
Just know your star must shine despite the dark,
A mentor great in knowledge lights a spark,
Ignites a flame no force can quench or tame,
Its glow entrenched beyond all doubt or shame.
Let not the winds of fear obscure your way,
For dawn will break to bring a brighter day.
Hold firm to dreams, let courage be your guide,
With steadfast hope, your light will gleam and glide.
Withered wishes
lick the sap of spring
and loose all they've held,
except all that dared to
winter in a heart
that clings where hope's
tendrils grow tired and
brittle
and still ~ in their final
vestige of existence,
braved the relentless frosts
and hold firm,
even in their death,
the supple youth that will
bear the fruits of
another season...
Then happy in my own world,
before you proposed your silly love to me.
Like a hot magma landing on a still sea water;
you blow open my brain to take away my thoughts;
that made me meander with madness.
Before too long you started your hide and seek games,
when you knew too well my heart is very fragile.
Just a little spark you ended dimming my shining sunlight.
You have now shattered my heart into pieces.
The sky of my hope collapsed;
the stars, the moon and the clouds have all disappeared.
Even the ground could no longer hold firm my stands.
I am now deep into drugs;
that's the fire that now burns my spirit.
I’m not for every eye to see,
a quiet truth that lives in me.
Steady in heart, grounded and whole,
I guard the light within my soul.
I may not bend to each demand;
my roots hold firm where I stand.
Through scars and stumbles, I claim the road,
guided by courage to bear the load.
If I don’t fit the world’s tight mold,
I’ll shape my life with hands untold,
for I’m not bound to every frame,
and what I am won’t fear the flame.
Hold Firm Your Immovable Sacred Heart
Your sword that badly broken thrown away
night winds blowing another world apart
seven nuns, heads bowed slightly to pray
but what of my loving heart that gave your start
has this terrible world defeated us
did the black river decide to flow west
pure gold or did the dying man just cuss
as those spitting words cursed you the best.
Hold firm your immovable sacred heart
that pierces very deep my troubled soul
in the Heavens, across Poseidon's chart
red roses strewn celebrating your goal.
Your sword that badly broken thrown away.
Seven nuns, heads bowed slightly to pray.
Robert J. Lindley. Sonnet
July11th 1978
EDIT-
age 24, getting more serious..
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