there is the knower and the known
where the known would know the knower
to which end he does then atone
by making all movements slower
the knower is wherefrom flows will
so how is the urge to know born
that seeming voids within may fill
when through cessation ego’s shorn
borrowed is creative instinct
though not quite choice not to react
whence bliss vibrance in the void inked
forges then with God a firm pact
no one ascends though it seems so ~
this truth is known in stillness slow
Yes!
What appears
appears without a knower~
No separate one
to know anything
but amazingly
it may appear that way~
Appearances are
expressions of nothing
with no holds barred~~
Empty of desires, yet flowing in peace,
reverberations of bliss pervade form,
soft hum of delight that never does cease,
tingle of magnetism, both cool and warm.
In the midst of movement we remain still,
celebrating life’s endless renewal,
kundalini perched on spine’s window sill,
knower of the void and earth realm dual.
All nodes by themselves perform their function,
as a conduit of pulsations divine,
toroidal heart as always the junction,
where all polarities with love align.
Is-ness of our being-ness has no name ~
Call it what you will but we’re not the same
“If the Self is the negation of difference and nondifference, if it is the negation of knower and knowable, if there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the third, how can there be the fourth?”
Time makes kinetic, consciousness in space
but neither space nor time truly exist,
being but a template birthed by God’s grace,
terrains we navigate as a bliss mist.
Consciousness capsuled in form feels constrained,
since deep at its core it knows it is light,
hemmed in by space-time, to body-mind chained,
it searches for permanent bliss delight.
Power of bilocation is the key,
that as both immanent and transcendent,
poised at heart’s stillness centre, we are free,
beholding light of Self, bliss resplendent.
Dear souls, bother not about yogic states ~
We are living light that never abates
Be
A
Doer
Of
The
Word
And
Not
A
Knower
Of
The
Word
Deeds in the dark
whispers on trembling lips
stories we craft in silence
all, He sees.
He is the All-Seer
the All-Knower
reading even the doubts
you bury beneath your breath.
He sees when your mind goes blind
when your smile hides pain
when you fold truth into silence
He sees you, even in your hiding.
No mask escapes His gaze
no secret too deep
no corner too dim
the eye that never sleeps watches still.
Be leaved
In your redemption
As whole
Leave is unworthy
Of spirit
Usual day
Ends of spittle held
Under nectars perch, hast child as babe
Layed beneath wounds crown?
Neither beckon of blankets coldened ease
Wells, as slavic despondent ledgers
Nor, blathering distinct indemptions buffet
Break winds towards lightnings laughter
Relish of lips, their sweetness,
Breasts’ cute contours, their firmness,
Poetry prime and mellow,
Who but the knower would know?
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Translation |19.09.2024| beauty, poem, connoisseur
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. The beauty of a beautiful woman, breasts’ firmness, their right contours, he knows that knows. So also a poem’s mellow and mature taste. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Adharasya madhurimaanam,
kucha-kaathinyam,
drishah tathaa taikshhnyam |
Kavitaayaah pari-paakaam,
anubhava rasikah vijaanaati ||
“Some seek nonduality, others duality.
They do not know the Truth, which is the same at all times and everywhere, which is devoid of both duality and nonduality.”
everything everywhere, all at once
the pulse of life in unending renewal
spontaneity has no need to rehearse
with love and light of God as life’s fuel
sacred geometry everywhere abounds
consciousness expands engulfing all
thus all manifestations are but illusions
so who in truth we are we must recall
self is living light self-aware and complete
this is the non-dual singularity sages seek
we pulsate in space-time dissolved peace
yet to grow in love don organic form weak
what is real and what may we call unreal
God alone is and is the only true knower
do not both duality and singularity entwine
which chakra is higher and which is lower
omnipresence, omniscience, omnipotence
enjoying full freedom, is God’s effervescence
resplendent with love and light is God’s heart
everywhere all at once shines His vital essence
” Through the grace of God alone, the desire for nonduality arises in wise men to save them from great fear.”
{Nonduality - monistic Consciousness, in which the knower, knowledge, and knowable - soul and God - become one; the highest realization of Divinity.
Fear - The word "fear" includes also such states of mind as insecurity, despair, and grief, all of which arise from a consciousness of oneself as limited and separate from others and which therefore can be dispelled only by realizing oneself as the All.}
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ignorance is the cause of fear
mistaken that we are body-mind
clinging to objects we hold dear
floundering about as do the blind
freedom within is near at hand
yet to invoke the boons of grace
we must be still to understand
that God holds us in close embrace
NOTHING MISSING, NOTHING BROKEN
With your head, roll out drums,
Mighty trumpets in their stead,
And like Eagles soar higher in the sky,
The skies of your mind,
Do not crumble on vain things,
And do not hijack your fights_
From within.....
Never you nurse or nature,
Thoughts of negatives
But like the lion, swim in positives
For the whole essence of life,
Is synonymous to dire softness.
For the Knower squeezes,
The oozing chant in her hue,
While the plangent solo dies
The strange strength of a fish,
Lies in its tender thoughts.
Make your thoughts tender,
For all is but a staged drama,
And sooner, we may leave.
As I tender to you
This tender foliage wand;
Undress these emotions,
Negative tongues waxing
In a pillock of confusion...
So, let’s zhuzh up our thoughts,
In this torrid and bogart spheres;
As I reverberate yet again,
Nothing missing, nothing broken.
Finally, I wave you all, shalom!
.
Every
Karma. K
Action. A
Reaction. R
Mediation. M
Attainment. A
Contains
Ordained Contains
Nested in
Time. As in. Within
Source Within. itself
SeedS
Of its own destruction
Knower
Knowing this He
Remains a non-doer
He Sails in this world
Free from “ Nothing
Doer-ship To Do
Nothing Not
To Do”
Knower of truth visited not the church,
for he was worn weary
of sermons leaving heart in lurch
by words dreary.
He was not an atheist since he knew
truth of soul’s existence,
feeling bliss beats within renew;
love’s insistence.
Rebel, a nerd, he followed not the herd,
aligning with God’s light
that glowed within as chakras whirred,
by day and night.
21-December-2022
Constance La France Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing form
Rhyme pattern: abab, cdcd, efef
syllable pattern: 10, 6, 8, 4 in each stanza
20.8
“Where is the knower?
Where is knowing?
Where is the known,
or knowledge itself?
Where is anything?
Where is nothing?
I am pure Awareness”
Verse revisited on 27-November-2022
Standing in, within yet apart from the template of space-time
Beyond all phenomenal worlds, resides consciousness sublime
Positioned at a centreless fulcrum, devoid of any ego residuum
I Am presence cognises the all-ness of the manifest continuum
Holding at the Bindu point of singularity Sat-Chit-Ananda bliss
Upon which the mystic affirms all that is, is God, here now this
Aunt June
My aunt taught me...
how to be; a sewer, a grower,
a knower of "things" important.
She taught me to watch the pot,
until it boiled and never look away.
Canning strawberry jelly,
and making sweet marmalade pie
were the easy lessons
in believing in tomorrow.
Blankets made from scraps
to keep the family warm in winter,
kept "devotions" for another year.
Dresses made of flour sacks,
with corn mill colored ribbon...
They were for spring.
Summer was all about the garden,
and planting... "seeds to fling".
We had chicks for a while,
until my uncle lost his job.
Then we had to eat them.
That was a hard lesson in cooking,
"things" you keep close to the heart,
Sacrifice...
beyond dry tears
to feed the ones you love.
My uncle got sick,
and then he died.
June went to work,
ironed for others,
sewed and cooked and made
their lives easy,
as her's was hard.
My aunt never complained.
My aunt was amazing...
a farm woman,
from the mid-west.
She could rope and ride,
and she would never hide
even from
cancer.
My Aunt was a warrior.
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