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10.8
“For how many lifetimes
have you done hard and painful labor
with body, mind and speech?
It is time to stop”
Ah! This entreaty
It has this ring of compassionate divinity
Emanating from a true seer moved by our plight
Enmeshed in delusion oblivious to the light
We are already free but we choose to indulge in illusion
We know our conscience is real but are addicted to delusion
Fear of freedom keeping us bound
So we reincarnate again & again upon this ground
The reality is simple in that we co-create
A partner in crime with the ego that agitates
Misaligning our attention blocking the divine connection
Reclaimable instantly in stillness of meditation
(20-August-2021)
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Verse revisited on 01-November-2021
Shhh! Read this one and pause
For it is wisdom discerning the cause
Of our suffering, feeling of incompleteness
Arising from wayward stuporousness
Truth this: we are not mind -body
Fears and desires shoddy
Let’s admit we have a split personality
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rotating in continuity
Ego driven lower mind fuels cravings of the flesh
Spiralling thought forms that freedom enmesh
Whilst conscience whispers love vibrations
If we listen, we awaken bliss sensations
Silence and stillness shows us the way
In tranquil thought rested awareness we pray
Oscillations slow down, vibrant is our soul presence
We reclaim innate innocence and luminescence
Empty mind body vessel, with love resonates
Each node within form, to bliss gyrates
We are a receptor and God the doer
The doing is all done so let’s move slower
We are as He so in truth there is no separation
Reality of oneness recognised in deep meditation
Oh hermit, this dream life is a reflected reality
Womb of silence reveals truth in clarity
Path simple; just align head with heart
When desires cease, bliss ignition does start
Consciousness is then in but yet not of the world
As moment by moment we see bliss unfurled
We shine in full glory as the living light
Obtaining by grace, spherical sight
Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem
Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple
Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples them
Desiree samples pitchfork debauch, spicy morsel
Charcoal meats mesh ashes as a couple
Ambidextrous temptress directs a dirty rehearsal
Slides snakelike under bellies of cavernous crime
Noir nymph' s naughty retorts immortal
Eclipses mens' deception with suspense sublime
Renee seeps charisma, dripped dagger stalactites
Fever lucid rouge cog spins fire's scorch
Sword slung blood hungry royalty raunchily ignites
Challenges zealous volunteers alter ideal rhythm
Their arteries' iron absorbed easily by hers
Victims slump lethargic in archer's hearty system
Daisy cartwheels through clouds of chaste cherubs
Recklessly devours disappearing desserts
Meringue marries her tongue to immaculate merit
Sunrise serene promise of peace glides with dove
Subtle touch petal's glitter silken sensual
Agitates a fragile ego to dream unconditional love
Virgin indulges a glutton with wedding splendour
Impulsive maid skips in fields plentiful
Expressive poses pollinate their dramatic detour
Reunited trio resplendent, red black white card
Dervish of dizzying seductive curses
Climb dandelion conducted, an angel on guard
26th April
Tantalising Apparitions!
Ticks imperceptibly further from tocks
Sally-anne gracefully brushing her locks
Perusing the papers in yesterday's socks
One eye on the news on the old goggle box
Lawns that want mowing, maybe today
No firm decision on that, either way
The daffies sway gentle their livery gay
As early the spring edges out winter grey
Wave at the neighbour out washing his car
Seems in no hurry, he's not going far
Exaggerate motion of tipping a jar
Inviting a post dinner trip to the bar
Somebody passing outside shares a laugh
While yellow billed blackbird agitates bath
Fido brings slippers, wife calls him staff
Then aerates the logs to enliven the hearth
Upon us the day when no desk shall tether
And only the mower shall fret over weather
A shower means trim the lawn next week or never
Well maybe not never, simply whenever
Dinner now served at family table
Sneak Fido a tidbit whenever I'm able
Courteous chat with mum in law, Mable
Kids stifle giggles, she's slightly unstable
Now Mable snoring, I do the dishes
Kids drying up conceal Facebook wishes
Mum by the pool sprinkles pellets for fishes
Whimsically lost in multi-finned swishes
And when gibbous moon gives off scant shadow light
And gone is the sun that shines somewhere else bright
Retire to our slumbers prepare for the fight
Batteries energise over the night
For five days or six we shall toil away
Earn twenty four hours to rest and to play
So never forfeit the day some people pray
This one day in seven, the Sabbath, Sunday.
Feeling deep and dark from inside is where it starts, mentally departing for an hour or two.
What has become of what’s inside is getting harder and harder to hide.
Inside having pride, but always what’s inside still finds a way to hide. On good days of shine
never feeling like in mind, different directions in mind is dreaming divine.
Where to look; being hard to find aloft through the mind, electrifying sounds in my ears and
eyes through the blindness still managing to find the inside.
A daring soul so deep, eyes wide shut and crying it’s the inside always ever prying. Never
trusting until one sees the wide view, then what’s inside starts to slowly decline.
Years go bye the inside has seen much, somewhat out of touch. There is no denying the
projection and view, in taking all we are small but not few. With the world in dissolve, ever
wanting to evolve.
Inside what agitates the gravel in all, flowing smooth and clean. Graying with what inside has
seen what a sweet thing to take the inside and make it gleam.
Picking up vibes from every voice, eye to eye living by choice, a natural selection through
reflection. So powerful in sounds so profound, like watching lightening without the sound.
Reflexes alike never having a need to smite or fight, just a need to dream full self-esteem.
Mind aloft on high and skin tough as steel harvesting what we accomplish, what we show is
what we feel.
Inside…
James C Bryant Jr.
January 23, 2002
September 11, 2023
Today Marks 22 Years
Written: By Tom Wright
People, some jumping to their death as if to fly,
helpless to escape, a cherry red inferno, in the sky.
Black billowing smoke, now hangs horizontal as a flag,
while misguided terrorist, in the name of Allah, brag.
Amid concrete and scrunched steel piled high,
black columnar smoke billows upward to the sky.
Through cracking voices many attempt to speak,
as first responders view the aftermath, and confront its reek.
Media anchors speak of freedoms that under foot are trodden,
while our outrage is directed toward Osama Bin Laden.
As citizens, many seek forgiveness for this anger that we feel,
while viewing America’s wherewithal, and her cohesive zeal.
On vehicle, tee shirt, and flag pole, Stars & Stripes are shown,
it seems, that for a time at least, patriotism has grown.
Many wonder why, in the name of religion, Nations fight,
why each must push our tenants, and flex our might.
Why terrorist bring destruction then quickly leave,
leaving untold thousands dead, and many more to grieve.
They commit despicable, cowardly deeds, and scurry underground,
content to live in caves, to plan and plot to kill until found.
God Bless America, a distressing “motto” many find,
Those schools banning its use, agitates my mind.
A younger generation questions, why war in their day,
the answer simply put, freedom is costly, and all must pay.
Never forget!!
Anger so deep it penetrates, agitates and aggravates
Feeling so helpless, clueless and ruthless
Knowing my physical pain and the flaw in my brain is like a derailing train
Wondering why no one cares and no one is there. Why do they all sit with a blank stare?
Confused as to why I can't grow. Who is it I really know? With whom my emotions I should
show?
Tired of all the selfishness and phoney bliss. This is truly an abyss.
Questioning if I really exist. I think I'm here, but Maybe I'm just a mist. Maybe I don't get
the gist.
Frustrated that I even need a crutch. Do I really ask for too much?
Sad for myself too much it seems. I'm free of flaws in a distant dream. I want to
scream!!!!!
Never can I get along. I'm never good enough and I don't belong. Why is everything so
wrong?
Unsure why things never change and I have this new found rage. Can we please turn the
page?
Holding on by a thread. There are so many things I dread. I sink again and my soul is dead.
Why do I suffer this way? Why do I have to pay? All I ever used to do is pray, but not today
Alone is what I've been for so long. Maybe it's the only way I feel strong. Maybe that's how
I belong
Desire exists to understand life. I do yearn for minimal strife. At times I can't make it in
this life
Misunderstood all of the time as if I've committed some crime. It's about time I end this
rhyme. After all it's not so sublime.
Form:
Sometimes, in uncertain outcomes, as life agitates,
It can sway either way, maneuvering on the edge,
For a difference rather modest, makes the final call,
When a narrow margin determines a win or a loss.
If a win we choose to celebrate, or defeat we deride,
Prudent to bear in mind, that it wasn’t a landslide;
When results are so close, why not cheer them all,
Cognizant to recognize~ distinction is awfully small.
Slender is the layer between eve’s dusk and twilight,
Between dark of dawn, and luminance of sunrise;
Between safe and danger, there lies a narrow divide,
Where, between cliff and fall, life’s border resides.
Mementos of love embraced, and love sadly repelled,
In albums of beloved, or memories forlorn dwell,
Clamoring from corridors of good or bad choices made,
Between narrow margins of hope, and contours of fate.
O, a narrow margin can be of mighty consequence
Inhabiting elation of success, or anguish of regrets,
When death lingers in the clutches of final moments
Stilled between breath inhaled, and breath exhaled.
A Feeling So Fresh...
Ahh...! The streak of pain,
The rough floor
And the red stain.
How can I forget that agony?
They were five
And I was only.
They dragged me like a rucksack,
A feeling so fresh...
Not at all a Flashback...
The strong smell of alcohol,
The half burnt cigarettes
And their faces like a black coal.
I’s like a fish out of water
Repeatedly pleading
Like a stubborn beggar.
How could they listen?
Unlike humans
They were all demons.
Tightly, they tied me with a rope,
Not a movement possible
Breathing was only a left scope.
Unsuccessful to unwrap me,
They took a knife
And put cuts, one...two and three.
Echo of their laugh still agitates me,
The smell of their sweat
Is still chasing me...
One by one, they quench their thirst,
Good thing is that
They were fighting to be first.
They murdered my innocence,
Unbearable and brutally
Killing all my sense...
Leaving me, not less than a dead
Chained, in time coffin
Still trying to move ahead...
Thy voice sounds like violin from distance
Melody of the holy angels
Thy beauty bouncing along the conductor
The airwaves beautified by the rhythm
A glut of neurons awakened by a giggle
How thy voice closes distance by wire?
My receiver agitates from life
Thy words transmit power through the wire.
The command you possess over my body;
Pauses not there!
Pass it on to non-biotic
Come dismiss my lesions.
When the air is saturated
It penetrates my dual engine of life,
With trebled effort much as of gamma
Even the clouds display thy image
Oh! What a natural wonder!
Do all the eyes witness the beauty at once?
I wonder what gives you reign.
Who crowned you this way?
My mind meant to rest-you take me far
The frame is at rest-your presence feeds my spirit
Together we traverse the world
All places far from imagination
Within a blink of the mental eye!
Earth life a jigsaw puzzle, soul navigates
Floundering about in vain
Fickle and fleeting is joy, so heart agitates
Measuring loss and gain
We see all around, perfect divine order
Planets orbiting the sun
Save man, no living creature a hoarder
High time then, we come undone
Looking back at the zigzag route we took
Delusion cause of our bondage
Soul not this body, seems we were mistook
Fears and desires, our form ravage
We recognise head and heart at divergence
Misaligned with throb of love
So we stand still, enabling joy convergence
With God’s will, hand in glove
Layer by layer, our cravings disappear
We become an empty shell
It is then we feel, bliss magnetism spear
Fulfilled at last, all is well
05-December-2021
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