Ingrain Poems | Examples

concealing and revealing

enjoying unbound freedom, innate to Self
presence invokes the power of pure intent
whence the one becomes two and then one again
in a playful game of descent and ascent
that God’s love and light breath by breath we ingrain

Gemini Garden, Silent One

“We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun” - Silent One


Let’s state in plain words, who we really are,
which most certainly is not the body-mind.
Floating rudderlessly, we’ve drifted afar
because head and heart are not with love aligned.
In truth we’re living light, shining like a star,
known not because we are gripped in ego’s bind.
Be this as it may, the map’s not the terrain,
so how may we by touch, this wisdom ingrain?

God’s grace both immediate and intimate,
is ever present if we choose to receive,
for which we must ensure desires do not bait.
In staid silence, soul asks ego to beg leave,
upon which we find ourselves at heaven’s gate
and then there remains no load we need to heave.
The false falls away, delusion disappears,
then in the vibrant bardo, God’s light appears!

Look closely

Do we not wake up each morn,
refreshed, energised, reborn,
magnetism suffusing form,
touch tender, loving and warm?

Sans thought, soul presence in heart,
feels therein love’s bliss hum start,
divine refrain, free from strain,
boons bestowed, which we ingrain.

Though we’re awake, senses rest
and as nodes jostle in jest,
the sound of one hand clapping
is heard, while we are napping.

With no earthy goals to chase, 
stretching time, dissolving space,
connected thus with our soul,
our heart feels at peace and whole.

Choosing to remain as such,
garnering wisdom by touch,
entwined with the universe,
orbs of soul’s light, pen a verse.

Heed My Advice

Your beginning to ingrain
Your insanity on my brain
Do not drag me down with you
There was nothing I could do
I tried my best to help you friend
And I can't remember when
There was a time I didn't care
I tried to always be there
But you never even took
My advice--you didn't look
At the facts in front of you
Before she left you sad and blue
Trying to warn you that I saw
Running around before
Hanging from a new guys arm
Laying on her cheating charms
Looking like she didn't care
You were waiting for her here
I was hoping you'd be wise
And open up your closed eyes
That couldn't see her doing wrong
You were blind for way to long
Her scheming ways you just blocked out
Now you want to scream and shout
It is finally sinking in
Your true love was full of sin
A lesson learned you wont forget
One that is going to let
You be cautious from now on
No more victim of a con

Komorebi

Captivated by the throb of silence,
wherein presence dwells free from stress and strain,
free from clutches of thought borne violence,
we meld with melody of soul’s refrain
and thus rapture borne by bliss beats ingrain.
Glimpses of truth on us has been bestowed 
and we’ve repaid debts of love that were owed,
so living internally, we’re at peace,
with each life breath, paying to God an ode, 
obtaining thus from delusion release.

Child of God

 our light, cleaved from the bosom of God
now eternal and complete, as is He
albeit in a stage of infancy 
occupies a body
God creates
and thus in truth
ego is but an interface
for us to navigate this earth life
to ingrain in Self, love, wisdom and power

Song of The Red Wolf No 8: ABAB

Chinese medicine, thus hope is reduced,
albeit, it doesn't apply to Red Wolf.
Canis rufus, a deep southerner roost,
with southern hospitality, aloof,
unlike others of their kind. Family
oriented, bone structure limits brain
size ... small, seventy-five pounds ... tactfully,
per agility, standard weight. Ingrain
habits, eventually, were for naught
as they became extinct in the wild, when
local ranchers had mauls on their livestock,
they were rounded-up and confined. It's been
during World War II days. They've been restored,
it's back to the wilds, for the unexplored.

hum of bliss

Melding with the vast universe,
in monk mode, we compose a verse;
why would we strive, struggle or strain,
when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain.

Love in love with love, is God’s call,
that who we are, we may recall;
pure hearts God’s love and light ingrain,
when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain.

Resting overthinking disease,
like a child, we’re again at ease;
thought flow ceases, now rests our brain,
when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain.

Upon surrendering our will,
when we be still, voids within fill;
staid silence plugs energy drain,
when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain.

Nothing need be done, come undone,
knowing that God and we are one;
fears and desires, are to rest lain,
when hum of bliss be soul’s refrain.

Zen Mode

as each character
in the lucid dream
i am all that is manifest
borne by a creative urge
to ingrain the wisdom
that all conflicts
must be resolved by love alone

once love enabled
separation ends
duality disappears
whereupon all that is
is light of Self alone
vibrant and complete
in ineffable peace
devoid of attribute
renewing itself within itself
in a self-existent singularity 

embodying this awareness
here and now
breath by breath
in an unbroken continuum 
is our prayer

Perfect Brilliant Stillness

Melding with the vast void,
mind-body vaporised,
awareness, self-aware,
with turbid thoughts rested,
flows with nary a care.

Melding with the vast void,
nonchalant eye beholds
soma nectar pierce form,
ushering boundless bliss,
taking us by the storm.

Melding with the vast void,
living internally,
one with the universe,
inspirations pour in,
as we sing our love verse.

Melding with the vast void,
we feel toroidal heart,
being seat of our soul,
ingrain Christ consciousness,
vibrant, blissful and whole.

Osmosis

”Enabled by divine love magnetism warm ~
Allow love and light to permeate our form”
~ quote by poet


If wisdom of sages we wish to ingrain,
we must choose to shed resistance and be still,
that divine grace may slowly cleanse our soul’s stain,
allowing light to osmotically fill
voids within form and free us from ego chain,
that prevents us from surrendering our will.
Moment by moment, all moments so entwined,
in staid stillness, our consciousness is refined.

Love employs no force and so opts to go slow,
piercing our consciousness slowly, drop by drop
but assures us gently that we’ll be aglow,
enlivened by its flow that never does stop,
for if we be pure, God is sure to bestow,
love and light eternal, with bliss the backdrop.
Exit oh hermit, self-imposed hypnosis,
that soul reclaims inner light by osmosis.

Fools

Freedom was our brethren for the longest century,
Our dreams were tears of lotuses in the lake.
Our God was king of all humanity,
And still a fool of ourselves we made.

One voice surrounded by a million others,
And in those millions were millions unheard.
Ears were shut and mouths opened,
And still our tongues didn't utter a word.

Men and women cured maladies
Sacrificed existence to ingrain their names in the stars, 
How we blamed those stars for the tiniest of adversities,
Ran away on two feet, far afar.

In time, when our ashes will be dust,
A new dawn will awake.
Henchmen will continue the unbounded legacy,
And they too will, fools of themselves, make.

Within This Lucid Dream

In the ethereal domain
where love drenched soul stands free from stain,
we discern that we need to learn
to exhume feral instincts stern,
for which we choose descent to earth,
taking in a loving womb birth,
sans memory, to shape ourself,
with no agenda on our shelf,
save love as we so pair and share
warm embrace with all, self-aware
that like us, other souls here seek
to rain dance in bliss, cheek to cheek.

It’s therefore worthwhile to mention,
this dream world is soul’s creation,
replaying as God did ordain,
that upon earth, love we ingrain.

19-August-2022

Ripples In Space

Tell tale signs linger in the void,
of unvoiced emotions destroyed,
yet embraced by the universe,
thereby shaping destiny’s verse,
replaying as our life’s refrain,
until mindful eye does ingrain 
each flicker and nuance within
bleeding hearts, thus exhuming sin
from the very core of our soul,
that womb of existence feels whole.

03-August-2022

The Forgiveness Trap

The sense of injury we feel,
owing to belied expectation,
by ego thought spirals amplified,
leads to our suffering and agitation.

Thus arises the real reason to forgive,
for us to heal our wounded heart.
So, is forgiveness selfish?
Let the debate start!

A flying wasp stings
or a stray dog bites us.
We feel pain but shrug it off,
accepting what is, making no fuss.

So, it’s not pain but the expectation,
we have from souls in human form,
that causes us mental anguish,
when denied embrace warm.

If we let go of expectation,
accepting each soul as they are,
then irrespective of their behaviour,
we’ll exit narrowness and cease to spar.

The need for us to forgive is obviated,
for we never ever feel injured at all,
humorously viewing play of life,
in monk mode, standing tall.

Acceptance, not forgiveness,
is then the attribute to ingrain,
looking at spirit and not outer form,
soaring at heights, free from ego stain.

24-June-2022

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