standing erect as a funnel of light
the world of forms whirls around our presence
lucid dream beheld by spherical sight
viewed nonchalantly by omnipresence
thus our eye single in life pulse dual
is the motionless substratum of life
all that moves employs love as the fuel
to throb in vibrance and to feel bliss rife
we as Self dwell in the cave of our heart
being that wherefrom all intents arise
with each breath feeling bliss ignition start
we behold in delight offered surprise
dipping in and out of love’s vibration ~
we are poised in the void of cessation
Playfulness childlike
causes bliss to spike,
if our heart clings not
to decaying rot.
Embrace and release,
flowing like the breeze;
no rear view mirror,
hence no heart tremor.
Waves of the ocean
cause no commotion,
as they just flow on,
each moment reborn.
Feeling heartbeats sing,
to what should we cling
for each pulse is new
like the morning dew?
05-January-2023
Pure intent, by love energised
Destiny materialised
Power of our co-creation
Our heart’s desires soon realised
We start with purification
Ending doubts of separation
Becoming still before release
Of potent reverberation
Love caress playful, is at ease
Manifests as heart does so please
Mindful that seeds of joy sown grow
Enlivened by soul spawned bliss breeze
29-April-2022
Our differentiated perception,
arising from stuporous awareness;
unsteady stance, cause of agitation,
oscillating between light and darkness,
self-blocks our innate state of blissfulness.
Flicker-free flame, pure heart, devoid of stain,
renews attention again and again,
melding thus with the flow, in stillness slow,
erst ego fears and desires, to rest lain,
revealing soul luminous, heart aglow.
20-June-2021
The glow of the tree
So pretty, immerses me
In the tranquil transparency
Of colorfully illumined clemency.
Each cry of affirmation
an outpouring
purity of intent
outcome determining
If the desire be selfless
non-judging
from the heart
is then Gods will shining
08-September-2020
Night donned sparkle of moonbeam,
drizzled from sky when it gleamed
on the cascade of stardust,
draping my wasteland dreams flushed.
Lost in desert with no glare,
I saw in you the pole star,
took me to your aurora,
sank in longing patina.
Like the sky your silk face blushed
in my dream hued by sunburst,
missed path to you illumined
in new dawn’s enticing light.
June 25, 2020
Syllable count : 7 each line
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Circled light from angels' faces dawning
traces the darkening way all feet must tread,
reflecting forgotten silhouettes on rain wet streets.
Old city lights beam bright pathways through the gloom,
resplendent pools shimmering luminous enchantment,
mirroring tear washed memories of distant pasts.
Buried beneath regret-slick brick roadways,
specters gather round glowing gas lamps--
modern street lights' ancestral flames--
ghost lovers lingering in shining orbed dreams, remembering . . .
trembling vaporous fingers tracing love across softly illumined faces.
So linked in melancholic splendor, lovers old and new,
ply life's sacred needle, stitching the golden tapestry.
Copyright, October 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Le passé
Mon enfance
Eileen deviating from my path
Some eggs waiting in the sink
I felt the cold eating my naked feet
As I killed my last cigarette
Ma mémoire s’envole
Vers les horizons
De mon enfance
De ma mère
La silhouette d’Eileen
Surfaces again
Takes over
As I am watching the invasion
Of the Blue sky
From the uncovered part
Of the window.
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