By the method of non-method
The effortless, spontaneous arising
Lightning strikes
Revealing what has always been
Beyond cause and condition
Simply this, vast open space
Of primordial awareness
(9/9/26)
Mighty winds blow
Approaching storm
Sudden and accurate
An Old Man lived with Arthritis for a long time
A morning rise would be a pain experience
Went to Doctors and still no relief
On this specific morning, a Thunderstorm took place
Strong and true
The Old Man went to his kitchen to get a cup of coffee
One flash of lightning he went outside to get his newspaper
Immediately came a powerful jolt of a lightning bolt
It knocked him off his feet
He was able to get up
The Old Man felt the Arthritis was gone and he was now enabled
A miracle being a blessing took place
Heaven had been watching observing from above
Unexpected and the Old Man had no idea the miracle was coming
The Old Man to the Doctor to be examined, and the Doctor noticed that the Old Man’s Arthritis was gone
The Doctor questioned the Old Man in how did he do it?
The Old Man quickly responded that it was a spiritually bout
Now Lightning bolts do kill
But on this morning, it was a jolt of enriched and rise, and spread the miracle being a testimony apathy
Show the world in what can happen if one believes
The breeze that prepared for the miracle
Heaven’s action in deliverance.
My body jumps as Lightning violently flashes
across the sky and is followed by jolting
thunder that shakes the earth
I dash to my door as huge raindrops begin
to pound the earth and my shaken kitty
runs in as I do into the safety of my house
I take a minute to slow my racing heart
as I admire the power of the storm outside
and feel immensely grateful for the shelter
as the world shakes outside with the power
of the summer thunderstorm
The cloud looked down in silent shame -
'Oh! What do I do? My lighting kills!'
The strong winds blew it to pastures green -
'O Look down now - your rainfall heals!'
soft
sparks
gone now
fade gently
encroaching twilight
meadow-whispers cradle their glow
night remembers their wanderings with wistful wonder
tiny lantern-souls drift upward, offering the darkness, their final trembling shimmer
summer grasses bow in reverence, holding the hush like a hymn, honoring each brief, bright life that stitched warm magic into the waiting air
we, the mourners of small miracles, gather their glimmers in our grieving palms, grateful for the tender radiance they gave the world, for the way their fleeting flames taught us to cherish each fragile flicker of luminous beauty.
Nature’s patterns repeat—they’re alive,
From meandering rivers and butterfly wings,
To zebra stripes and the leopard’s spots—
Patterns appear wherever you look.
Now don’t be deceived—nature has its tricks,
Some patterns shift; it’s a survival instinct.
Take the tide, drawn by the pull of the moon—
No wave reaches shore in quite the same place.
The spider’s web, so delicate and thin,
Its shape shifts when dew settles in.
A snowflake, formed in sixfold symmetry,
Yet no two snowflakes are ever the same.
Tessellating hexagons in hives and mud—
From wax and honey, the patterns take form.
That rainbow up high, with its coloured light,
Shifts and changes with the place you stand.
There are countless more patterns to find,
From grains of sand to lightning on high—
Don’t forget the spiralling sunflower seeds:
Nature’s patterns shift in plain sight.
Flicker of ancient shadows playing with fire.
Crackle of light, fine spirited wind and chimes.
Infant’s lullaby, before the sea aspire.
Unfurling leaves, hunter green, sonorous climb.
Twinkling of eyes, brightening of poet’s inspire.
Christmas bow unwrapped, labyrinthine daytimes.
Wonder of a storm, rocking and rolling force.
A stupendous show, tree splits, a ship off course.
Peaks and valleys alight with touch, candlelight.
Flicker and sizzle, creaking, crashing of bed.
Crisscrossing to transcend remarkable height.
She whispers a moan; romantic fire, widespread.
Trunk bends, ceiling fan blowing a clash downright.
They’re like thunder and lightning. Oh what a night!
A storm, like a firepit, is stoked; flames are high.
All at once, all is calm. Cloud's singular sigh.
Strike me with your ligjtning of love,
electrify every fiber of my being
with the violet voltage
that your soul can unleash,
spell love upon my soul
with a bolt of tongue thunder,
make me vibrate vulnerable,
deliver unto me the raw of passion
flashing like a cyclone
of lethal caress,
buckle me blind to my knees
pleading for revelation ruthless,
I tremble in your storm of seduction,
bleeding straight into your mouth
of wet fire,
shock me strikingky into the center of salvation,
elevate my erected ethos of eternity,
let me lavish You with a lodestone
of unmistakable loyalty,
I pour upon your majesty
a lava from the bowels of bravery,
I harness your storm heat
in the palms of my oceanic urge,
exploding through a riptide of desire surge,
I want every part of your wild atmosphere,
the lips of your thunder tempting my testimony
to speak the truth of temptation,
Light my sky with lust,
make me star gaze
into your eyes of terrible amor,
I want you like I want the crown of the Universe,
I collapse into your catastrophe of love,
knowing that you will not abandon Me,
that You will serve Me the love that I need -
J.A.B.
I seek the thunderclouds
on thunderous nights
when karma roars under sieving clouds
bolting within, driven by desires
the darkness of Brahman & vitality of Krishna
rumbling earthlings, throbbing arteries
blood rushes the heart
lightning striking limbs succumbing
my knees weaken,
streaked is a surrealist’s sky lit,
shamed shadows hide
tinkling rain droplets
quenching naked napes
given into those elements
evoking God's wrath,
judgement alive, awoken I’m gaining
invoking reality, unearthing its
primal pathways
I stayed for the sound
that came after the light.
Now I open the window.
The storm leaves rain
on the old wooden steps,
and the night smells of earth.
Lightning finds the trees
for a moment,
showing branches
through the window.
I stand in the doorway,
listening as it rolls,
my hand still resting
on the wooden frame.
The rain keeps falling.
I let the night stay awhile.
I listen a little longer.
The calm skies welcomed a light rain that lasted
a while, but suddenly natures unpredictable flare
gathered its clouds and burst into a heavy storm.
With intense luminescence of a lightning-lit sky,
the soft light precedes the shatter of thunder that
pierced the heavens with an iron bolt; and again,
repeating its uproarious cry until Zeus was satisfied.
At the storm’s climax, mirroring each other’s motion,
aligned together, our bare homologous bodies
in full sway intertwined under blue satin skies,
synchronize as an unwritten symphony, a bohemian
rhapsody of involuntary euphoria that seems to last
forever. When the storm finally subsides, relaxing
in each other’s arms, in search of a resolution unlike
the placelessness of other times never visited before.
Our eyes shut, the words “I love you” yet unsaid.
The dark room is a canvas of hidden shades.
Vibrations from veins in the sky thrill as they fade.
My reflection catches a sudden, wide smile,
Awe-struck by an ambience so raw and frightful.
My heart skips; the pulse is electrified.
Pulsating sparks strike sharp like hidden teeth,
Illuminating bare floorboards and weary bones.
Unfettered liberty shocks like the first brush of lips.
A current travels all the way down my spine.
I marvel at this ecstasy, this fire’s heat.
Life's force takes hold when abandon grasps and tears.
Reluctance surrenders to endeavors of splendor.
Stark white strobes strike—the dark is vanquished,
Leaving the room to shake in the heavy wake.
Liquid lightning in starry sky
Ride the moods in ebony eyes
White flashes of electricity
Tracing silhouette of black tree
Where branches dances
with white wind
Illuminating leaves of light again
Silver strikes like a battle ax
Setting fire to house white neon attack
As firemen clothes glow yellow and red
Lightning strong like sky has bled
It’s streak of light across onyx sky
Makes for an eventful exciting night
Teasing rumble in the distance,
faint fragrance of petrichor,
redolence of rain nymphs
drifting along in primal scent,
like a mesmerizing lover hovering,
tantalizing, provocative.
Pent up emotion mounts, burns,
a yearning fountain of ecstasy,
love bursting forth flashing bolts
splitting skies and scorching earth;
saturate my soul with storm
relentless love of tempest born.
One with nature's searing surge,
I am consumed when we converge.
Copyright, 7-3-2026
Ceraunophilia
Winter freezes the glass
Thunder splits the sky without warning
Lightning nails a dry tree
Bark burns loud and throws sparks
Moonlight cuts the snow lake
My window throws it back
The first time I saw you in the garden
Your glance struck like that
White sudden through bone
My heart caught fire
Red and blue like your eyes
Phoenix ash on my tongue
The whole world turned green
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