Long Ataraxia Poems

"The Book of Changes"

Thoughts arrived before words,
1000s of years before
the crossing of curves

always seen to be 
swimming upstream 
against the current

thoughts … and feelings,
in the flow, always arrive 
before words, they are cast 

in the...

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my presence was needed
the announcement echoed thru hospital halls
which meant the medical team assembled
but that kind of expertise
was not why i was called
my lot in this equation, a signature
i was in another room in a...

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14.
after the dry leaves of the winter 
fall in innumerable drops 
the spring comes 

the cover-face of spring means 
a note-book of the rain-tree 
letting float in the sun-water 

and mr harry says that
this question...

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Only when the trumpets roar
Angels in chorus, enchanting all music
The day our creator calls.
I surrender my soul, O Holy One, to you
He who casts, out all shadows, from the darkness
striking at the devil's door, he...

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Platos dualism… 
                         Laertius' "magi”
The most noble say we are an...

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"50 Words for Poe: St John"




St John was his name
Sinjun for short
Temptation was his game

Ah Black Monk of my dreams
A hot car on a fast track

Shifting gears
I burn up the road, turn up the stick

Fast...

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Beautiful angel a soul's destination flies
High above on gossamer wings delicately 
Circling between heaven and earth as soul keepers

Eclipsing the light seraph twitches softly gaze
Touching inside one bond never to be broken
An angelic message shown...

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"Phenomonology"

time drips through
the lens of philosophy 
phenomonology melts
the solid realisation;
was all that time 
spent inconsequential, 
the purpose of it all
bought abruptly, 
for an expected cost
(for this annal
somewhere soft 
and vaseline-lensed, 
we anticipate, it is never
an...

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Blissful emotional, physical, and spiritual state
(alternately titled Ataraxia)

No rhyme nor reason
explains ecstatic feeling woke
bright eyed and bushy tailed psyche
weight of the world
(think Atlas shrugged)
and/or mysterious Sisyphus

regarding former fate did unyoke,
while immense burden freed the latter
either...

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My heart is reaching for you
While my mind is putting up its roadblock
It may startle me, or it may not
If on my soul you did knock

Scared you are really mine
Just feels silly that I would...

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Emerging from sleep dream temerity,
his remote aurora  spectral prisms
from which his wakefulness gives legerity,
from which surfaces new burgeoning aphorisms.

Truth’s contours arrayed in fluid fluency,
his morning ataraxia in the still water lake
from where his senses...

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Ataraxia

Ah !
Peace
Peace apart from all the other wishings
For it
And other dreams
For the world
To be set
Within its balm

Peace
Would be known
If she were not so denied
By those who cannot spell out
Her sanctuary
Or rest from her a single...

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Note to self: In observation where there seems to be nothing there, there is 
always air.  Even without matter there is something for instance light waves.

The spirit of the Divine in me seeks the...

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Oh it's so hard to be tranquil.
But I'm doing the least that I can
to harvest passionate experiences
in the cargo-cult van.
To divest of stress and worry.
To divest of uncertainty and dependency. 
To opt instead for calmness...

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The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture...

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