memory recall, boon or bane
to have it is to be called sane
some dreams fade, others grow bigger
what then dear heart, is the trigger
having its cause as the ego
brewing as thoughts, we don’t let go
Concepts may change but not bliss beats,
resounding as divine heartbeats,
birthing rapture beyond measure
and once we have found this treasure,
the world outside holds no allure,
for our pristine presence demure.
Gifts of God we would like to share
but we cannot unless hearts pair,
attuned to divine magnetism,
cascading within body prism,
so each must walk the path alone
and breath by breath consciousness hone.
immanent in each cell of form
we feel God’s lustrous presence warm
wherein thus as boundaries blur
bliss beats rise as nodes within stir
and with no doing done at all
that we’re living light, we recall
free from thought and free from desire
no earthy goals left to aspire
vibrant without a to-do list
he who has become a bliss mist
knowing this world is but a stage
impacted not by other’s rage
nonjudgmental eye, tranquil heart
deeming all souls one, none apart
outcomes any, at peace within
a purified heart, free from sin
egoless and bereft of pride
recognising God dwells inside
equal to birth death, rise and fall
walking path of truth, standing tall
present in the now, all the time
drenched in rapture of bliss beat’s chime
dwelling within our heart’s bliss hive
liberation while we’re alive
is the ask, yet an easy task
if but we remove ego’s mask
enabled by thought cessation
that in all-time meditation
will to God on choosing to bend
rapture rises as we ascend
both immanent and transcendent
from head to toe bliss resplendent
as pure awareness self-aware
seeing God’s presence everywhere
Omnipresent and all-knowing
Formless yet everywhere flowing
Both immanent and transcendent
We are His direct descendant
But not in the way we may think
As the all betwixt bliss beat’s blink
God is He with whom we should pair
As His living light, self-aware
The way we look at other forms,
views appearance, not their heart’s storms,
failing to see God dwells in each;
within us too, He’s within reach,
thus the singularity field,
is God’s mind to which we should yield,
for which the way we may begin,
is to find Him in heart within.
By relinquishing mind’s thought crutch,
doing nothing, learning by touch,
in this way, feeling not thinking,
poised in awareness unblinking,
we reconnect with light of Self,
whence impulsed life flows by itself,
viewed as nothing more than a dream,
we once long ago chose to stream.
Self is eternal living light,
God’s heartbeat, suffused with delight,
existing beyond time and space,
held there by God in close embrace,
meaning no difference remains,
for in heaven there are no chains.
Self-existent, feeling complete,
delighting in Its own heartbeat,
in the eternal now present,
driven by pure, childlike intent,
Its thoughts instantly manifest,
what heart seeks being by God blessed.
Tempests of desire when we tame,
light of our Self we then reclaim
but first wayward ego must die,
that thus twice born, we wingless fly.
I believe all you need is love,
when problems come sing like a dove.
Oh, when people are mean be kind,
and never let them know your mind.
Be gentle, humble, and grateful,
though you feel broken and painful.
'Cause each new day is a new day,
so think love, think happy and gay.
"Let It Be" by the Beatles
hearts unlock with piano keys
and while my guitar gently weeps
I sway to the rhythmic refrains
I dance to the sky but no rain
birds all sing the sweet melody
(true peace and true love), Let it be
Let it be (being kind, be free)
(Art, song, poetry) Let it be
"Blackbird"
You cannot cage what's born to rise,
she blazed beyond their brittle lies.
They named her ash, they named her end,
but fire learns how not to bend.
Her silence cracked the sky in two,
she flew where only lightning flew,
They heard her cry, not weak–but wise–
a battle hymn of "Blackbird" skies.
having recognised light of Self
renewing itself in itself
truth of being takes centre stage
flame without smoke in heart does rage
breath by breath embodied in form
as we remain poised in the storm
No longer can I write for soup
Not even a poem on poop
I'm cheating I'm using AI
If challenged of course I'll deny!
Aliens whisked my brain away ...
Was normal until yesterday!
My notepad is now firmly shut
I'm bereft, my brain is kaput!
Help! I dropped my phone down the loo
What can be done? what shall I do?
Stick my hand deep into the pan
I pull and tug the best I can
Call a plumber or call a friend?
Can't do that, phone's stuck in the bend
Out I go to buy a new phone
Call a plumber when I get home.
Hope of “yesterday” is bliss now
Greeting my heart with awesome wow
Since such is past midst lessons learned
Greatly valuable to be earned
Along inspiration so blest
Cheering me to do best with zest
For yesterday is the Lord’s gift
Granting today great uplift!
Specific Types of Lay Poems
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