pretending we are body-mind
we allow web of thoughts to bind
which they do but not for too long
since we are with bliss beats aligned
dance of consciousness is our song
drenched with love taking all along
as this dream unfolds as ordained
where all we sense is bliss beat’s gong
pretending we are a soul stained
in make belief realms we are chained
by our hand that we understand
how light innate may be regained
we are here but wish to be elsewhere
not in space but in orientation
as presence self-aware
vibrant in the void of cessation
what we seek is in timeless time received
though intent takes time to crystallise
so with wayward ego aggrieved
we resist magnetism that seeks to rise
we wished to know the truth so were shown
eternal light beyond space and time
but one with oneness we are alone
whilst on earth we dance to bliss beat’s chime
the flavour of our muse we ourselves choose
but descent does involve separation
so oh hermit let love ooze
that each breath intake is a celebration
Identified with form, we dream,
transfixed by mind’s restless thought stream,
so we heed not God’s wake up call,
working not with Him as a team.
God’s light is veiled by ego’s wall,
so who we are we don’t recall,
which is the sole cause of heart’s dread,
stance crouched, unable to stand tall.
On choosing to be by love led,
bliss pheromones in us are bred,
whence concepts dissolve, we evolve,
living more in heart, less in head.
I don't mind the counting
The big items that are easy to see
But it's the tiny little buttons
That gets the best of me
I know that taking inventory
Is necessary every now and again
Seeing what you got on the shelf
And what others require for you to bring in
I run a tight ship shape shop
Very aware of what others desire
It may be my building
But you'll never see me playing with fire
No I don't take to snooping
In the business of others
I've got enough to get on with
Taking care of the unmet needs of mothers
...searching for safety
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-30-2026
Note: Codependency sits on need
The extended hand was soon retracted,
signalling perhaps that it is not time,
in life’s lucid dream being enacted,
which caused no tremor in heart’s bliss beat chime,
dancing in moonlight, conjuring a rhyme.
We are the void, to outcomes nonchalant,
presence free from taint and immune to taunt.
Be this as it may, we may pause to ask,
the aim to continue this game inane,
yet there is learning even when we bask
in warm sunlight or while watching the rain,
bliss caress freeing us from ego’s chain,
in a dance of delight in slow motion,
as we partake of love’s magic potion.
Vibrance of our emptiness has no name,
since our true being has no location,
there now remaining no tempests to tame
and since we are here on a vacation,
flirting with dream forms is our vocation.
We swim in the sea without getting wet;
that we’re living light, we never forget.
When we are present we seem free
and when in trance, we appear lost,
yet are not all moments carefree,
witnessing awareness defrost?
As the substratum always still,
weaving our way through dream domains,
our playful heart employs no will
and is yet free from ego’s chains.
Gathering nuts like a squirrel,
we too are driven by instinct,
knowing not in truth who we are,
from truth of existence delinked.
Breaking our habit borne routine,
by shifting into silence staid,
in the vast void of no-thingness,
we enter God’s heavenly glade.
The seeker who sought is no more,
in blissful stillness vaporised,
yet our formless presence remains,
as the light of Self realised.
Dream forms orbit our heart’s core
but why do we keep a score?
Knowing no wave can endure,
let us make presence demure.
Unending celebration
on the path of cessation,
mood and mode, embrace-release,
transforms us as the sea breeze.
The spider has no fixed prey;
to remain still, is its way,
whence in time fed by God’s hand,
His love it does understand.
Caged in space and mocked by time,
heart desires and so we climb
but never become the sky,
from birth till the day we die.
Though we are in maya’s snare,
our mind can go anywhere,
so why not then pierce the veil,
seeking nothing, just set sail?
The worlds vanish and we too,
yet strangely bliss beats renew
and as we become the flame,
we are what mind cannot name.
With the very source we pair,
as awareness self-aware,
poised thus at a stillness point,
soul’s light we ourself anoint.
Come, come now, let’s be honest about this
What are the powers we wish to attain
Given that our Self is love, light and bliss
Yet whilst on earth we measure loss and gain
What about the gift of bilocation
Overcoming limitation of space
Free to travel to any location
Instantly of course, as God’s boon of grace
To live forever in body youthful
Comforted by destiny that is kind
But it’s heart not form that is beautiful
And what about friends who’ll leave us behind
Beyond space-time, our true Self is complete ~
What’s there to ask for when we’re bliss replete
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
To which end, our will we must bend
That in silence, each breath sunrise
Melding with the void, we ascend
First things first, this truth we must know
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
By whose power does our heart glow
Where lies the light that lights our eyes
Life script spun seems a web of lies
We feel we’re in a lucid dream
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
In repose atop love’s moonbeam
Staid silence seems the only way
So we cease to weigh, judge and size
Holding patterns of old at bay
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
I hate this void within
this gaping hole
that screams of silence
thumping echoes in my brain
endlessly night and day
Images i can't decipher
hover of the edge of darkness
tinkering their bits of bitterness
a black hole in motion
without rhyme or reason
AP: 2nd place 2025
a scribble here
a scribble there
my pen randomly
drawing diagrams and
spelling out words
meaningless chatter
idle artwork
mindless spilling of
thought overflow
nervous tic
kinetic outreach
mental gymnastics
creative outlet
for pent-up energy
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
apology from heart with eyes smiling
that ego spawned aberrations be healed
a simple task yet difficult for some
foolishly frittered is the gift of life
soul deadened to throb of the cosmic hum
Idle hands
Water plants
They can dance
And they chant
Or can rant
Sign language and
Make a stance
Give a chance
Wake romance
Hold a hand
Be so grand
Holding fan
Bold and tan
Can start again
Understand
Make a plan
With woman
Pray for man
aborted ambitions
time squandered
dreams abandoned
a life mismanaged
a ship with
no one at the helm
subject to the currents
and the whim of winds
idle and adrift
we've run out of options
out of time and
out of excuses
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 2, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE T sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
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