Long Bardo Poems
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As the gatekeeper of both time and space,
surfing the bardo that lies in between
aether and form, wherefrom radiates grace,
existence reveals its throbbing bliss sheen.
Singular Self has an urge to create
a domain where ascent follows descent,
that by piercing the veil, soul shapes its fate,
requiring simply, to grant love consent.
This choiceless choice to ingrain deep learning,
that emerging from the cocoon of bliss,
soul may ascend by willingly burning,
it opts to plunge into a dark abyss.
The stage is set for the soul to forget,
that love may grow, placing on love a bet.
That love may grow, placing on love a bet,
appears on first glance, there’s nothing to do
but memory erased, caught in fear’s net,
the soul finds it difficult to break through.
Mistaken that it’s merely body-mind,
soul’s awareness becomes externalised
and bemused by illusions, it is blind
and thus truth of Self is not realised.
Having itself set life into motion,
joy of union, pangs of separation,
silence alone ends thought flow commotion,
invoking Spirit for bliss gyration.
In timeless time, the bliss energised form,
swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm.
Swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm,
earth life interface, the ego, recedes,
transmuted finally by this love storm,
whereupon it follows and bliss throb leads.
Cessation by kenosis is the way,
softening attention, with touch gentle,
ego cravings no longer holding sway,
that soul effusing love transcendental.
Love being the pure divine elixir,
all opposites dissolve within its womb,
causing nodes within feeble form to stir,
bringing to life thus, a bliss catacomb.
Ego takes a backseat, heart is upbeat,
light dawns when polarities meet and greet.
Light dawns when polarities meet and greet,
melding in the cauldron of agape love,
wherein heeding love’s pure endearing tweet,
head and heart conjoin, acting hand in glove.
On soul seeing that it is living light,
it begins to employ mind of the heart,
feeling bliss pulsations by day and night,
deeming all souls as one and none apart.
Separation ends when egoic will bends
and all beings on earth, with love entwine,
each soul as God’s essence, slowly ascends,
all gathering under the oneness sign.
Self knows that there are no puzzles to lace,
as the gatekeeper of both time and space.
Earth element
Driven by instincts feral
Self-centred stance
An animal in human form
Gravity pulled me down
Material possessions
I seized by any means
Territorial behavior
In an imaginary cage
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Water element
Lust and domination
Testosterone oversupply
Insatiable hunger
Danse Macabre
Brutal savagery
Plunder, rape, violence
Sadism at it's peak
I dwelt in the darkness
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Fire element
Head and heart discord
Chaos and uncertainty
Conflict and self-doubt
Desire entwined with fear
Anger and remorse
Striving for balance
I was blown like a leaf
Powerless but in denial
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Air element
A subtler realm
Of vanity and pride
Jealousy and dark envy
I was a black magician
Flickers of recognition
Appeared and disappeared
Whispers of conscience
Were sometimes audible
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Ether element
Art and poetry
Grazing the vibrant void
Flirted with the ethereal
Breath by breath thus
Right brain oriented
Selective empathy surfaced
In but not of the world
I had lost my bearings
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Epilogue
From gross to the subtle
As yet chained to form
The dance of polarities
Clouded heart and mind
Upon reaching exhaustion
There being no option
I plunged into the void
Relinquishing identity
Here within the bardo
Vaporised as a bliss mist
I became love's elixir
As a witness to myself
10-January-2023
Ancient wisdom ~ as above, so below
So if God exists, He must be within
Contemplating calmly in stillness slow
Relinquishing all knowing, we begin
Poised in the bardo, our inner eye sees
Head ovoid is in fact a cosmic egg
In it is dormant soul, sleeping at ease
Though for freedom, it earnestly does beg
When soul seeks God alone, we see egg split
From it emerges, male and female forms
One becomes two, when lamp of love is lit
Their descent to heart gives rise to bliss storms
Heart’s search for joy, in this way satisfied
Ego shorn, twice born, soul’s tale simplified
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Ego shorn, twice born, soul’s tale simplified
Bliss energised, we become living light
From fetters that bound us, soul is untied
Truth of existence is seen by clear sight
Bliss imbibed must be assimilated
God’s bountiful grace pervades body prism
Heightened rapture fills us, heart’s elated
Ascent is enabled by magnetism
Attention softens, with love we conform
Voids within fill as we surrender will
A sublime energy grid loops our form
Our mindful eye becomes tranquil and still
Embodied within then, is light of Self
Music of the spheres, plays on by itself
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Music of the spheres, plays on by itself
Nodes gyrate and polarities rotate
There remains no agenda on our shelf
Each breath we take, finds us at heaven’s gate
The dance divine is a playful parlance
As a receptor, we enjoy the show
Twin aspects within us attain balance
Wisdom transcending mind, we get to know
Ardhnarishwara, is what we become
Male and female aspects, entwined as one
The void is our home, where we are welcome
Our self-existent light shines like the sun
Nothing need be done, love leads, we follow
Ancient wisdom ~ as above, so below
be we in duality
or in singularity
essence of aliveness
requires a vibration
renewing itself within itself
or what we call consciousness
the screen of space-time
is the stage set for duality
of what is all that is manifest
as perishable phenomenon
within which we are containerised
in a decaying organic vessel
noumena of singularity is the bardo
no-thingness before the outpouring
self-existent light in ineffable peace
feeling complete in unending renewal
with full freedom but no urge to act
no adversity and therefore no learning
that the embryo of living light be enabled
with Christ consciousness awakened
namely, love, wisdom and power in fullness
entwined with self-existent will and creativity
these five fold aspects or limbs of beingness
may be likened to growth of the true Self
which though is inseparable from God
is as yet but a receptor, not a transmitter
so to learn and grow, living light descends
into this harsh earth realm with memory erased
that the trance like state enables It to bleed
upon attaining a certain level of maturity
the embryo begins to ask, ‘who am I?’
thus exiting both space and time in meditation
while in the waking state it connects with itself
astonished to behold Self resplendent with light
thus in truth nothing is attained when truth is known
all that happens is that false ego is instrumentalised
thoughts rested and employed only when needed
for the rest of the time Self dwells in bliss mists
bliss being the dualistic component of peace
wherein one that became two becomes one again
thus when asked: who am I
we answer: there is no one here
"The Elemental’s Confession as a Peace Offering"
In the moment I lost my head
my hands tied without voice
I wasn’t crucified
I was looking for some kind of
release from the solitary confines
of a confessional habit that was
reclaiming an unknown peace
bare legged, yet not running
with the violins soaring
in a sore heart
I was elemental,
some unknown mysterious being
suspended inanimate
in shades of dark amber
immaculate, impaired and too late
crackling through the cameo potentate
black capsuled and swallowed by bitter smiles
with my precious time drowned
in captured glass, scrying,
peeling back all the layers
a confession waiting
unholy and holy
escaping a small mind
metronomed and pulse
throbbing towards you
telepathically,
my sonar to this day, bleeds forth
encircling your heart
it is where I worship
it is my church
bleeding tired heart beats
like a cathedral organ
pipes smoking, a tortured phantom’s hymn
of an unending time it would seem, within
the brutish Bardo, Vulgate immersed
mind staked in the fire, still,
passionate and burning
disconsolate
restlessly waiting
for your confession
to me,
that never came
to finally be opened
to finally be set free
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"I burned your picture last night
just to see you move.
smoke illuminating
from those flashing signs"
1. Habit
2. Confession
3. Bardo
4. Vulgate
5. Elemental
6. Potentate
7. Immaculate, impaired
"Haute Desiderata"
things of beauty
drip off bodies
transitory
le rêve privé
vague veil
reveals desiderata
transparent
magical
pomp
exotique
automaton
idle idol walk
robotic
sensuous
cool and vacant
such beauty
drips off bodies
transitory desiderata
elusive
illusory
birds of paradise
haughty
haute
pomp desiderata
gilded
graceful
incomplete
desiderata drifting
dwindling
desideratum
elusive
statues idyll
idle idol walk
numbing
comfortable
birds of paradise
les grand faux apparat
ad infinitum
mute Belle Époque
bardot bardo
comfortably numb
on repeat
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Schiaparelli
Haute Couture/ Fall-Winter 2022/2023
https://youtu.be/wiYtuhyj83s
“Comfortably Numb”/ Pink Floyd
https://youtu.be/_FrOQC-zEog
Desiderata
latin, meaning.
https://recollections.biz/blog/la-belle-epoque-beautiful-era/
"Desiderata" - meaning of the word; history of the poem
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desiderata
https://www.desiderata.com/desiderata-history.html
https://www.desiderata.com/desiderata.html
Max Ehrmann, Poet, American - "Desiderata"
Terre Haute, Indiana
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Ehrmann
LYRICS/ "Comfortably Numb", Pink Floyd
https://genius.com/Pink-floyd-comfortably-numb-lyrics
"Burning Bushes Treacherous Cargo"
They say hell
is on fire
but there in
The Lawrence Forest
exist many,
burning bushes
waiting on deliverance
delivering messages,
hidden shadow angels
waiting for their
Bardo exodus
they are
allowed to
come and go
but they are
drawn back
to their torched
habitats
like moths
to flames
their footprints
scorch the missing years
in the desert sand,
the place of the great undoing,
and through that wilderness
broken they glide across
the slippery mossy passages
towards the banks of Styx
waiting at the River’s edge
with tokens for the
Elysium visits
twin flames
lost souls
for once
and all
clearly see
the other
for what
the other is
you will not see
them clearly
unless
the match
is well lit,
they carry
their own light
in the shadows
they shapeshift
a staggered procession
they come and go
exchanging contracts
where sentences
are despatched;
the words
with a life
of their own
are released
like promises
in the flow,
returning in the
wake of the boat
the Ferryman
takes them
journeying
through
strange channels
deep and unclear
towards
the most clear
and shallow
some will say
treacherous -
cargo
transferred
back to below
so above
back to above
so below
burning bushes
treacherous cargo
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"A World Inside - Love's Glamour"
See the golden chord
it extends beyond,
resides inside your world
you remain connected
the true Love
never lets you go
somersault backwards
then forwards like a child
rolls down a lush green hill
towards
the next exit
tomorrow
blue sky above
a world inside, rosy
opens through soul’s eye
you're kicked like a
rolling stone eventually
from Hell then out through Bardo
light refracted
dilated tunnel
through amygdala chambers
a journey, there are battles
within heart marrow
lost is found by those past sorrow
barefoot in wet grass
smiling gently, heaven-like
a known angel pulling you in
towards
towards
towards ...
Love's glamour
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
b. 29.8.1935 vcb
d. 29.8.2010 lam
b. 2.3.39
b. 2.3.64
d. 18.9.71
b. 18.9.99
“On the Transmigration of Souls” / John Adams, lyrics, music composition
https://youtu.be/bwoasXzLdVY
John Adams/Composer
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Transmigration_of_Souls
On the Transmigration of Souls/
First performance:
September 19, 2002 Avery Fisher Hall
New York Choral Artists
Brooklyn Children’s Chorus
New York Philharmonic, Lorin Maazel, conductor
Sound design by Mark Grey
partial Lyrics.
https://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?lang=en&id=3843
"You really shouldn't park your white horses next to my Subaru."
"Rain? Rain? Are you listening?"
She picked her sleepy head off the teller's desk,
Her hair cascading over her cheeks.
"I was somewhere far away," she spoke from the bardo.
"I don't know. I don't know. And yet I know all I need to know."
"Move your horses. Take a lunch break. Get a grip,"
Said the lady who smelled like cake and wore pineapple earrings.
"Why do you eat so much cake in the morning?"
Rain belted across the bank lobby.
"Can you even hear the rain outside, through all that icing inside?"
Her face flushed crimson between her dangling pineapples.
"Like I said," Rain continued, "I was far away, in a lost village,
Speaking to the descendants of my horses, Salient and Wonder.
"Can you hear me, pineapple lady? Can you hear this Rain?"
"Grab your horses and get out of here," the lady who adored cake shouted.
Rain lifted herself off her seat like a rising moon, and glided over the marble floor
Like the angel ghost of finance, mesmerized and mesmerizing.
Passing by she whispered to the tiny pineapple that clung the the fleshy ear,
"I was never in here. I am quite far from here."
With that Rain went outside
and walked her horses to the
meadow behind the parking lot
to reconvene with lost villages
Without interruption.
"The Forest"
In the forest
we meet strange gods
our reflections
are seen in their eyes
in our dreams
we remember them
we meet them face on
we touch them
they do not remember us,
they consider us,
we are common, and
very well known to them
we are like glass,
broken pieces
we are not smooth,
we are rough and dull, yet,
they see
straight through us
the bardo
dreams of us
it calls us back in
like moths to flame
for a short time
that seems like aeons,
we are remanded
in detention,
they survey us
considering
what is open
and what is closed
we are
their strange reflections
hesitating genus
common in their uncommons
hearts beating like wings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“This is what I believe:
That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more
than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods,
come forth from the forest
into the clearing of my known self,
and then go back.
That I must have the courage
to let them come and go.
That I will never let mankind
put anything over me,
but that I will try always
to recognize and submit
to the gods in me
and the gods
in other men and women.
There is my creed.”
(DH Lawrence)