It’s another year
And with spring
The automatic sprinklers
Once again run like clockwork
Mesmerizing in the morning
Making me feel like an inmate
In an insane asylum
Or old folks home
Bound to view the world
Through the screen
Of a window or TV
Bound within while
Merging without a world
Of vibrant greens
The hypnotic pulse
Of watered lawns
A metronome
To ground my mind
Within the illusion
Of time
(4/30/25)
Hypnosis cuts off conscious mind
but for souls who’re free from thought flow,
those heart-centric, divine aligned,
trance state for them is a strict no.
Being tied not to the mind-tree,
awareness self-aware is free,
in witness-mode, poised in the void,
no longer by thought forms decoyed.
Dehypnotising the soul,
who is stuck in lower mind
is easy but not quite so
for monks who’re empty.
Once thought a merely mundane matter,
Confronted by daily matters,
Until a sudden overcast
Shining,
A soft blue hue reflecting unto the walls,
Originating from the surface.
Entranced and in utter awe,
I could fall asleep,
In your encompassing blanket
Of pure hypnotic coolness.
To feel fully, we enter trance
Ego then leads us on a dance
Cajoling heart to fuel desire
We chase illusions till we tire
Choosing vibrance of nonchalance
14-February-2022
step
by step
we expand
out consciousness
until our luminous self is revealed
we already are That but know it not
till clear light dawns
we wake up
from this
dream
09-July-2021
Our
active
animal
lower urges
overpower us.
Rotating attention,
exiting all stagnation,
all desires and fears rested,
childlike purity of being grants
freedom from ego borne delusion.
Contraction origin in attachment,
of fears and desires spiralling,
pursuing illusions fleeting.
Indulging in the movie,
we hypnotise ourself
amidst images.
The suffering,
life after life
follows
us.
29-October-2020
Swaying pendulum of the hypnotist
Impossible for mind-body to resist
It transfixes our attention in a trance
Stillness then being our only chance
Fact that singularity contains duality
Self inflicted hypnosis blocking clarity
Is known only in stillness and silence
When ends with images our indulgence
There is no meditator in our meditation
Lifting of the veil mirrorless recognition
The clue offered every night we sleep
Dreams unreal where we laugh & weep
While awake ceasing ego identification
We exit all illusions in quiet meditation
Though memory imagery yet pursues
Vaporised presence bliss throb renews
Stillness innate within in each vibration
Cessation at point of polarity rotation
Be it in thought or breath or heartbeat
Hiding in open sight this truth repeats
We see this not being bound by a spell
Mesmerised by illusions where we dwell
To exit all we do is to go to the centre
Nonchalantly each life flavour savour
In stillness
26-August-2020
Within the realm of illusions
Wherein our attention is transfixed
Narrowness of our conclusions
Signals hypnotic maya has us tricked
If we be sleep walking in a trance
All seeming reality but a dream
Freedom simply an unclinging stance
Wherefrom radiant bliss streams
20-August-2020
We love them everywhere we go,
Every size and every shape,
We dream them when we’re fast asleep,
And we stare when we’re awake,
And some are big and round and warm,
While some are firm and pert,
And some are out on full display,
Some are squashed behind a shirt,
Then when she runs they hop about,
Try escaping to be free,
And when they do this fantastic dance,
It’s the only thing we see,
And so we see them everywhere we go,
The mounded rounded pearls,
Our beautiful women in our lives,
Her jugs, her gorgeous girls.
silence
fruitfully sought
never disappoints
silence
some cannot abide it
I deplore those people
silence disturbed
by music casually flipped on
by non-thinkers
silence
never fully understood
by non dendrite-builders
silence
necessary for my health
my go-to place
silence
all I ask
is more….
Attune yourself to see the miracle of music.
Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic.
Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic!
Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar.
Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore
Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore!
I call it meditation, the best way of catharsis.
Whirl, twist, sway and spin under wonderful hypnosis.
Dance! Just dance, it needs no basics!
Hey! Go with the beat. Dance to the tune of your heartbeat.
Don’t stop, keep stomping your feet.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
Yes! You are a blend of perfection.
I know dancing is an addiction,
Unbound soul’s reflection.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
To hell with the stares!
Come on come on who cares!
Dance to the music of spheres!!
17/03/2019
Cheating death with a masquerade veneer,
faking the failed attempt to hypnotize,
the prisoner showed no pain as suture
closed the deep knife wound bathed in crimson blood.
His eyes were closed, ebony thoughts within,
blackened to obscurity by his pain.
But his revenge would rear up like a snake
coiled up and seemingly aloof, hiding
behind his opaque compliance and accord.
The razor blade hidden beneath his tongue
would soon be slashing searing and cutting
deep within his enemy's foul, brown flesh.
From that first touch
before I could comprehend
the pulsating movements between our hands
as our fingers entwined
to lead the dance
without choreography
without intention
each step into the unknown
and the rhythm grows
intensifying the senses
into that state of hypnosis
called ecstasy
a rapture that binds me to you
in the chains of desire
where all I need is your hunger
like a spark igniting the fury
at the gateway to oblivion
© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Free Verse
Drifting, my excellence
Blonde air-line.
Comme ce comme sais.
Bungalow Bang
Leave my space. Richard Gere in my car.
Space-Fraud
Sickening Mercedes Benz
Woah- woah. That is.
Plastic Coke
Metal Cork. Colour the Heinz.
Lovely 1980 arrives
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