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Once upon a time a room came available at my residence,
an Astrologer was interested to share the coexistence.
Some exciting times revealed themselves very soon,
as attractions creating space and time to bloom.
Mental conspiracies became scientific theory,
and wondrous past happenstance are no more eerie.
Spiritual conception created awareness perception,
liberating purpose dreams with celestial breathing.
Time came by and the cosmic fellow pursuit his own challenge,
leaving the door open for my own mental pilgrimage.
Decisions changing the landscape of providence,
providing all necessities with pursuit in confidence.
As I met the old man who used to own a esoteric book fare,
giving me the lot for a amazing bargain, so dare.
Those books became my mental reference,
changing all so far known desired preference.
My observation changed very radical,
making interpretation to nourish very practical.
Not only to look at life’s conclusion,
but making it a living solution.
For many years now I observing the daily light of change,
and I am glad that the laws of nature, let me engage.
How long was I asleep like a proud bug
deep in her nest? All of my life was ease
and wealth until I became a bit smug—
and all about was hunger, dearth, and disease!
So cozy was life that I was content,
snug, self-assured, sure, and self-satisfied
without awareness of my confident
pride and the fact that I was gratified.
Crash! Why is my world so swiftly shattered?
My hopes and dreams quake, rattle, and quiver!
Clattering are my hands; my luggage tattered!
Collision strikes as I now shake and shiver.
From above—life goals now reveal with brute force:
I'll forge ahead anon without remorse!
Awake oh hermit
“Drop that thought, ego begot ~
Here and now, be thus self-taught”
____________________
Prone to weigh and size,
we self-block surprise,
since we don’t let go,
of thought forms that flow.
Habit of thinking,
dots in time linking,
plunges us in trance;
piquant circumstance.
Laying thoughts to rest,
no load on our chest,
awareness heightens,
our aura brightens.
Sans thought we are free,
caged not to mind’s tree.
Cleansed of egoic stain,
fears to rest are lain.
Conscience voice heeded,
thoughts used when needed,
soul regains control
of our earth life role.
Our void centric eye,
sees through ego’s lie,
choosing tranquil calm
and love’s healing balm.
Empty is our cup
but love’s our backup,
which pervades our form,
as magnetism warm.
Stop energy leak.
We’re he who we seek.
Soul’s luminescence
is pure God-essence.
19-July-2022
Look at you —
the truest word
Nietzsche ever wrote:
any man who knows
too much can’t fit in
anywhere.
That’s the curse
of awareness.
Once you start to dig
beneath the surface,
you see the world
ain’t simple.
You start to notice
who people really are —
the games they play,
the fake confidence,
the motives underneath.
And you realize
this whole society
is built on lies.
People are sheep.
Once you see it,
it can’t be unseen.
Awareness isolates you.
Its price is clarity.
The crowd will say
“move away,”
but then, finally,
you will know
who you are.
You try to tell them.
They say you’re
overreacting.
They say you’re crazy.
So you stop talking.
But you’re still
observing.
You’re still
watching.
You know you don’t
belong anymore.
Not because you
think
you’re too good
for anyone —
no.
It’s because
you’ve seen too much
and you’re
watching everything.
And now you know
you can’t go back
to how it was.
Awareness isolates you.
Its price is clarity.
The crowd will say
“move away,”
but then, finally,
you will know
who you are.
You don’t belong.
You’re still watching.
You’ve seen too much.
You can’t go back.
Awareness isolates you.
Its price is clarity.
The crowd will say
“move away”…
but then, finally —
you will know
who you are.
Charles Green was eight years old, and his father was a great teacher.
Yet, Charlie preferred playing to school; because he was a daydreamer.
The Greens lived in the town of Ivoria, where dahlias nodded greeting;
And Charlie frolicked with Sam and Scarlett, until sun came, bleeding.
Samuel and Scarlett were his siblings. Both got good grades in school;
Like gardens dyed in burgundy, red, orange, and gold, lovely as jewels.
Fantastic, flaming nights were not far, and gusts fitfully tossed flowers;
As good friends flattered the family with visits, like silver glazed hours.
Funny family rode for miles, to laugh jokes, or olden days, out of focus,
When fruitful summer was finally full-grown, and jade frogs visited lotus.
Charlie lived in the house of enlightenment, like a saffron sun, forever;
Where lilac breezes brought on awareness, in emerald days of whatever.
Soaring ravens owned the satin nights, when navy twilight was missed,
On Charlie's street of songbird serenade, and big moon, still sun kissed.
Formality was never necessary with neighbors, when they came calling;
In a pretty nation of nearsighted novelty, where aged time was crawling.
The touch of jazzy 'jade vines,' adored June, and monkey tail cacti leapt;
As 'jungle velvet dottie' posed pretty, and 'little baby dwarf kowha' wept.
'Alien egg succulents' waited an eternity, only for pleasure of being born;
And 'blue shrimp' plants swam sadly, like snows, as weather turns warm.
On his way to school, Charlie began to dawdle. Frogs were so much fun!
Like honey sunshine on the first rose, back when scents were first begun.
Charlie's lateness was fun for a time, as neither of his parents knew of it;
Then his teacher made him realize, that with learning, the sky's the limit!
She finished her talk with the following words, that haunted him forever;
And made him a better pupil and person, like all honest, fruitful endeavor:
'A diller, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
And now you come at noon.'
The only comfort is that force flowing inward,
wiping out doubt and making us smile outward.
When nobody is around and sadness
replaces gladness, the only comfort
is that force flowing inward to drive out
thoughts that once caused unhappiness.
The only comfort is that force flowing inward,
wiping out doubt and making us smile outward.
Prayers create peaceful moments;
we gain awareness of how precious
we are in His sight, of how perfect
we can become by pursuing light.
The only comfort is that force flowing inward,
wiping out doubt and making us smile outward.
God is the father of the forgotten, the friend
of the lonely and the comforter of the unloved;
reach out to Him whenever faith awakens
the strength of our belief as darkness thickens.
The only comfort is that force flowing inward,
wiping out doubt and making us smile outward.
Let's be confident that God will not
remember any of our sins, once grace
is restored and holy thoughts delight;
He can be found in a near or far place.
Where lies free will, if we be not awake,
enslaved by senses, in bondage to mind,
fears and desires unable to forsake,
floundering in darkness, as do the blind?
We know not who we are and yet we spar,
questioning not our conditioned belief,
so without purpose we’ve drifted afar,
having not resolve to turn a new leaf.
In states of waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
we find that in the labyrinth we’re lost,
so unless consciousness takes a big leap,
hemmed in thus, our soul pays a heavy cost.
Knowing that we know not, let us find out,
how may mind and heart become free from doubt.
How may mind and heart become free from doubt,
by knowing truth of soul and that of God,
that immune from fears that twirl us about,
gentling every touch, we give love our nod?
First things first, we must learn to stand erect,
by melding head with our tremulous heart,
doing always as conscience does direct,
that ego and soul do not stand apart.
The process then requires our surrender,
dwelling in silence, choosing to be still,
deeming all souls one, no hearts asunder,
in seamless resonance with divine will.
Reworded, we become a child again,
clinging neither to pleasure nor to pain.
Clinging neither to pleasure nor to pain,
our soul’s consciousness enters witness mode,
receptive and acceptant, free from stain,
nestled in bliss, makes the heart it’s abode.
Upon choosing to make love our mainstay,
we flow like the breeze with nonchalant ease
and doing nothing, ego falls away,
whereupon cravings of lower mind cease.
Free from desire, awareness self-aware,
beholds its luminescence with clear sight,
ready to share with souls who care to pair,
with effervescence of bliss beats delight.
The game of push and pull, was our mistake.
Where lies free will, if we be not awake?
JUXTAPOSED AWARENESS
On and within the fullness
of this beautiful sunshine day,
I peacefully sit here pondering
the present chaos of the world.
How awe confusing…it all is–
outside, flowers are blooming,
birds and butterflies are soaring,
and the quiet wind peacefully blows.
.
But within the physical and spiritual me,
there seems to be a battle for power control
over which system is the most in control when
it comes to sustaining me physically and spiritually.
Indeed–within–the heart seems to challenge
the brain, while expansion and restraint tease
the soul and spirit with respect to focus and divine
wisdom and guidance in oneness of mission purpose.
Here at home and around the rest of the world, atrocities
continue within its circumference: supporting inequality,
denying climatic change, ignoring human disasters,
and pimping war; all deemed…apt power aides.
Indeed, as I sit here looking out into the Godly beauty
of nature’s canvassing in the springtime, all is painfully
sighted and sourly tasted by the awareness of the chilling
wind of change murderous war is bleeding onto peaceful life.
Once more and again–we hued–wherever we may be
in our sojourn, are caused to detour round-about-focus of
empathy to drop off aspiration, inspirations, hope, faith, and
collective actions, to physically and spiritually aid victims of war-
mongering power-viral infected oppressors we all battle in common.
As I sit here gazing out/into this beautiful canvassing of nature,
hell flaming fires are wreaking devilish havoc not too far away and
at the same time, bombs shred life and spread their collateral pains;
all leaving peace to be realized in the spirituality of the actions of love.
As the “round-about of nature leads us back to the sojourn pathway
our ancestors left and foot-printed for us, let’s move on past syndrome
roadblocks and continue to cover miles of awareness–honking honks–echoing
to all the world that “...our equanimity too, is essential to world harmony.”
1
Hearts cultivate love,
Minds tend to cultivate war;
War fruits are bitter:-
Let hearts cultivate sweetness,
Producing ripe fruits of peace:-
2
While you’re sitting there with mind and heart,
And thinking just what it is you need to do,
Let you mind freely enter into your heart,
And do what it is that it must now do
Yes, let it go right into your heart,
And get to evicting all that agonizing bull stuff,
Inviting God’s Son to be chief permanent resident;
Now just sit there in that new loving rhythmic heartbeat-
Know now, henceforth, and forevermore,
That where Jesus and His love reside
Satan’s debilitating waring hate can
Never, in that new heart, abide:-
French troubadours sing their praises
melodic tune gently raises
mystical awareness of the throng
the king’s concubine finds voice in song
many a love match in throne room hazes
sensuality in these phrases
smoldering looks among youthful gazes,
lustful lunges do not seem wrong
French troubadours song
soulful feelings burn heart in blazes
twisted emotions lost in mazes
many young women shipped to Hong Kong
Not understanding quite what went wrong
barely a rumor banishment raises
French troubadours song
Written 502-2022
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