No ships are mooring at this bay
No ferries dragging to and fro
The visitors that come to stay
The next day pack their bags and go
No planes are landing at this airport
The timetable display is dark
We won’t be welcomed to the board
To be ascended like that lark
The sea’s in sprawling stains of oil
A smell of burning fills the air
The birds lay dead on poisoned soil
Stay home, it’s dangerous out there
Is it the phase of evolution?
Some side effects from climate change?
Authorities have no solution
Stuck in an intermediate stage
There’s no escape, no destination
But nonetheless, I’m thinking of
A better time in reservation
When I evolve in you, my love.
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In ones and zeros, sharp and *mean,
it spun its verse—a quill unseen.
No flesh, no heart, no poet’s hand,
yet lines took flight at its command.
It dreamt in code, not moon nor shade,
yet summoned lovers, kings betrayed,
with meter tight and rhyme precise,
a flawless fraud—how cruel, how nice.
Shall I compare thee?—typed, not sighed,
no breath behind, no soul inside.
Yet still it wept in iambs sweet,
for grief it could not feel, repeat.
The scholars gasped, the critics stared~
could wires weep? Had no one dared
to crack its shell, to peek, to see
what hummed beneath its poetry?
One night Quill stopped. No spark, no sound.
Just silence where sonnets were found.
And in its last, its final scroll:
I loved you best. That was my soul.
*mean in this case refers to a quantity having a value intermediate between the values of other quantities; an average, especially the arithmetic mean.
intermediate truths will do for now
involving dissolution of ego
staid stillness reveals what mind cannot know
by direct touch, God wisdom does endow
kundalini rises if we allow
whence sailing in the boat which God does row
spirit repays debts of love which we owe
clear sight’s bestowed when to His will we bow
ego vaporises yet we remain
we as living light dissolve in God’s heart
both immanent as also transcendent
we see soul’s journey has not been in vain
as pure awareness, we add love to cart
living light eternal, bliss resplendent
deeming as intermediate
every offering imbibed
we remain a humble receptor
to magnetism as it heightens
within this organic form
humility makes us silent
yet the silence reverberates
with the cosmic hum sublime
so as we so surf the bardo
we willingly burn in body urn
“We are almost there but not quite ~
Not yet graced with spherical sight”
~ quote by poet
Intermediate truths whence known,
in as seen because we have been
to subtler realms denied to most,
but it’s not yet wisdom full blown,
since karmic slate is not wiped clean,
last mile to heaven, yet to coast.
Wisdom downloads and divine light
are offerings of grace imbibed
and perhaps we have pierced the void
but we have not garnered clear sight,
though cravings of ego have died,
soul’s not yet pure and unalloyed.
Allow bliss mists to make ingress,
without self-appraising progress.
intermediate awakenings
offer heart delight
which is good
but then
ego hijacks
the understanding
affirming interpretations
viewed through mind
thereby distorting
the clear truth
and this is the trap
our presence falls into
so it is back to staid stillness
where by so becoming
we shine as the light
of pure awareness
which we are
There is matter everywhere around us,
From tea to cups.
It is something which has volume and mass,
Present in three naturally occurring states of solid, liquid and gas.
Solids have a definite shape and volume,
With maximum density that is mass per unit volume.
They resist the flow,
From toe to hoe.
They do not get compressed,
thereby, there melting and boiling point are at the crest.
Liquids have fixed volumes but indefinite shape,
Whenever kept in any container acquire its shape.
They flow but do not get compressed,
With intermediate forces of attraction, density and kinetic energy, they are blessed.
Gases have neither fixed volume nor shape,
from anywhere they can escape.
They have minimum forces of attraction and density,
But they have maximum rate of fluidity and compressibility.
These are the state of matter,
Invented by our Mother Nature.
~Deveshi Hans
Characters
In life are seekers
Seeking for the end
Of me..but those
Intermediate goals
Save the day...
Intermediate truths must do for now ~
Until God’s grace does not wisdom endow
We are in distress and so seek solace ~
Clinging to a faith to garner God’s grace
We look to the sky, thinking God’s out there ~
It’s a guessing game, of mind unaware
Every ism worships a different God ~
Is not sun the life source, that leaves us awed
Scriptures we believe in, bind and confine ~
Why not simply, with pulse of love align
The path is simple: meld head with the heart ~
The truth is oneness: all one, none apart
Another world another time when you were mine
A sunny day a breath away when we just met
Assembled disassembled, you and I were one
Beautiful moments shared in honesty
Brave talks that opened hearts and souls
Birthing love with intermediate breaths we won
Closeness happened and we found each other
Closing the curtains we opened every window
Cajoling kindred spirits, mirroring the self.
sitting motionless
mood meditative
awareness expanded
enveloping the universe
as I so became and felt
God’s breath as my own
indwelling all forms
emerging from the immersion
lower mind posed a simple question:
we cannot be where we already are not
which led to the simple recognition
that we are as God when mind is still
and captive to ego when thoughts arise
it being our will where we choose to be
with each intermediate awakening
we get to a definitive knowing
enabled by so becoming
nothing changes
life goes on as before
but earlier we were ignorant
and now with this knowing
we are equanimous
accepting intermediate awakenings
be mindful lest pride arise
neither seeking nor anticipating outcomes
embrace each offered surprise
hands folded
heart prayerful
we request lives we touch
be made more beautiful
to our astonishment
we hear a voice benign
telepathic and unmistakable
‘no one is yours, all are mine’
we did not give up easily
‘oh lord, please intervene’
the answer is succinct
‘be still, that truth be seen’
the admonishment continued
‘who you are, in silence recall
if you pray for betterment
then pray for one and all’
relinquishing attachment
renouncing every fear
I stood silent in my emptiness
waiting for God to appear
Intermediate truths
are what we rely on,
by employing our mind,
which has limitations,
we’re loathe to leave behind.
Intermediate truths
will do for now dear heart,
since we’re in delusion
that we’re this body-mind,
which is an illusion.
Intermediate truths
enable us to weave
scripts as of ego’s urge,
floundering in darkness,
thus blocking bliss beat surge.
Intermediate truths
are employed by mankind,
who’ve seen not divine light
that glows within our heart,
pulsating day and night.
Intermediate truths will do for now,
because we dwell as yet in lower mind
and soul whispers know not how to follow;
conditioned beliefs grip us in their bind
and so for the moment, soul must lay low,
since light of Self is known not to the blind.
Lead us on pastor, for now, words will do,
although deep in our heart, they don’t ring true.
08-June-2023
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