Turning inwards
reflects outwards;
Becoming outwards
changes being;
And being changed
is Being.
comparison steals
the laughter from tomorrow -
shadow's reprimand
strangles joy of tender blooms
by coveting other fields
the spark of the self
wanes beside a brighter flame
lit in other hearths
creativity withers,
its bold wings torn by envy
what dawn promised
fades in light of noonday sun
inception undone
let what has started become
before the light of day stuns
self-worth is kindled
when the gaze is faced inwards
not outward in want
yearning for sufficiency
self-sown seeds of contentment
fountains join the streams
winds entwine clouds in the sky
rivers meet the seas
all of nature sings as one
in bright, shiny summer's day
rain fell with riddles
chalk dust tumbled from my hands
I loved the schoolyard —
learned questions I had not asked—
left un-quenched thirst in my mouth
seashell in my hand
I pressed it hard to my ear
I heard sea strumming —
calling me like it knew me
until tide drew my voyage
clocks ran without me
their teeth grinding daylight down
turning gold to dust —
the clocks ignored me this time
grinding unfazed without me
shadows curled inwards
I traced darkness in my pulse
then folded the chart —
the stars no longer led me
to go gently into night
“The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. It is priceless. Move inwards, without faltering & know that you are held.” Poet
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journey within is strewn with jagged edges
and jewels
both can lead to detours
walking a straight and narrow path one
traverses own jungle untamed
lame sometimes becomes our resolve
not to forge ahead beyond crags or rags
is not an option once undertaking begins
screams may merge with songs or dreams
cream alongside starvation or salvation
a luminous beckoning lighthouse at end of tedium slogs hold us steady
often makes us heady
in solitude with faith we need make no haste
knowingness with Heart’s compass surely
keeps us safe
neither hazard or hurdle makes us curdle
Soul the master of destined fate never late
to turn cherished key into jewelled Home
within is majestic prize to win
If you were to ask me
Be the one to catch me, before i take the fall
You'd be the only one waiting, afterall
For whence i open my mouth and
Spill a sea of pills tinged with reddened liquor
I think you'd listen, then
If i took advice from any voice, it'd say 'give up'
But then again the only advice i ever took was the gurgles from down below
Onwards, outwards, suck inwards and hollow
If i gouged the gurgles, they'd say 'continue'
They'd count on me as i count every zero
They'd hold onto my head while i clutch the bottle
But, you'd catch me.
Incase i couldn't catch me
You'd advise me to give up
But i'd have fallen from your grasp
Onwards, downwards, i'd ignore the numbers from the liquor
For they'd spill from my mouth ever quicker
I'd have lost count, either way.
Hey, what did you want to say?
Dripping words ooze alike golden honey
When someone's world is saddened with worry
Poetry may offer quiet release
For those who seek strength and calm inner peace.
Poets cannot foresee fear or the dread
Inside hearts of whom their poem is read
If only they knew how words can inspire
Peace deep inside those whose world became dire.
Poetry stirs emotions lying low
Held inwards with nowhere for them to flow
Poems are indeed truly precious gifts
In hearts of poets, and those they uplift.
Whenever feeling lonely or upset
Go ahead, read aloud from a poet's text
You will feel better, it's a guarantee
Words written with love, sent to you from me.
I am one who carries love
who also carries grief
I hold life’s many phases
like the moon engulfed in shadow
this weight has pulled me inwards
to discover hidden craters
that may become rich seams
how far till I reach darkness
the tides rule pain and pleasure
our wealth of brilliant dreams
and loss of all we cherish
as we fall to earth again
the sky of summer brightness
bears trails of rain and tempest
growth needs the bleakest weather
to forge its strongest limbs
and I will strive to keep
the love I bear inside
supple, deep and vibrant
sprout leaves for my new moon.
From pitch black to being the pitch in battle
From self-destruction to self-love
A touch of faith yesterday planted the seed
He heard my cry from the heavens above
Today feels better because of the turn
Back in the race with handy upgrades
I needed dead-head pruning like rose bush
No victory exists without the blood of crusades
I bow my head in cold-headed affirmation
My smile turns inwards like an invisible humble ray
I had to stir my pot of faith to be granted this great day
My wounds heal as my dark past buries like Pompei
senses bemuse
thoughts amuse too
our goose is cooked
negating form
each life storm ebbs
conform with love
no fears remain
feral stains cleansed
heart’s pain is healed
in body urn
bliss burns erst sins
we turn inwards
in hermit mode
we decode truth
an ode to God
Where there is no Light, there is no Hope, so Burn Bright
when the Spirit is withered, the Spirit is defiled
where the worn-out paths weary out the Soul
seek solace Inwards, there where the Sacred Flame glows
where Preeminent Fires burn, there One Must Go
away from the Crowds, and Herds, and Roads
when the ties of conformity go Unfettered
the Wells of Life Spring Forth, Seek High for those Hidden Treasures
The Way is Fulfilling; no words need spoke
just as the river knows how "The Way" it flows
and Strength is attained beyond the Upheavals of the Soul
and the Fire erupts and all that is touched transforms to Gold,
and there the essence of life shows No Remorse
that it has Conquered, Vanquished, and Walloped the Dross
and there the Quintessence comes forth and Unveils the Source
that All Is Eternal, In This Take Note
Time folds inwards,
like paper cranes in cosmic flight.
Time folds inwards—
a twist of clocks in glass-bound wards,
its orbit skewed by quantum might.
We dream in loops by neon light—
Time folds inwards.
the sea lures me
as waves run
one after another
splashes over the silvery sand
and moving shingles
slow tide flows inwards
holding me
in its spell
crabs are carried
towards the deep salty sea
I stand mesmerised
listening
to its melodious thrill.
seagulls invite me
I just jump into the sea.
Placed 8
The summer was lush with death,
it turned the hare into a twirling dervish,
the raccoon to a pantomime villain,
forced mice
to sing in the jaws of predators.
The woods are bare now,
trees rattle,
birds clatter twiggy wings,
briar tangles
in the bare throats of scarecrows.
October gourds glow, there serrated grins
reflected within the eyes
of late stalking cats.
Nocturnal winds sweep in,
bone corseted myths
ride upon the cracked racks
of desiccated lambs.
Petticoats hang from gristly limbs
much tattered by thorns.
By December, the skeletal woods
crunch inwards like roofless catacombs.
Reckless children are lost
in a leafless maze of fairytales.
Mothers tag the young
like puppy dogs, vaccinate them
against dismay.
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reent edit
It would be good
to be a thought set free
of what holds it here
in time and space,
to go wherever a whim
might take it,
some far galaxy
or a small pond in a garden
bathed in moonlight.
It would be good
to be caught in the gravity
of the Sublime and begin
that slow spiral dance inwards
towards the centre
of all things.
Tricked by ego, troubled by desires, heart sank,
grieving, searching like a ghost, lost in darkness,
turning inwards, to softly slow such thought forms …
taming the tempest.
Doing nothing, poised in the void, we beseeched
powers that be, to hasten to our rescue,
that we may be bestowed with spherical sight …
before our exit.
Setting up thus childlike intent, soul softened,
gazing at the radiance surging outward
from our very core, a bliss mist enchanting …
exhuming all fears.
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