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Mark
The earth turns its face from you
as if ashamed. You
who tilled the soil, now marked
by what the soil received.
Your brother's blood—
how it murmurs, how it screams.
Deafness would be a mercy.
Wanderer
At Babel, you watch them build
their tongues a discordance of hope.
You know better.
The tower falls. Always, things fall.
In Athens, questions hang in the air
like ripe fruit. You reach for one
find your hand empty.
Constantinople burns.
You've seen this fire before
in your own heart, in Abel's eyes.
Love
Her laughter—sunlight on water.
For a moment, you forget remembering
the weight of your name.
Time, that relentless thief,
steals her breath, leaving you
with pockets full of silence,
her absence echoing in your eternal night.
Witness
Verdun. Mud and blood
indistinguishable. You've carried this earth before,
will carry it again. In Selma, voices rise.
You join the chorus, unseen.
Your story spoiled, yet written
in every cry for justice,
a testament to your own unending quest for peace.
Grace
The sea spilling secrets
waves crashing against the shores of your soul.
In a quiet cell, you contemplate forgiveness—
that impossible shore.
Your heart is a vessel of unspoken prayers.
Each wave a reminder: the divine
as elusive as your peace.
Mortality
She sees you—truly sees.
Beyond the mark, the myth,
to the man who carries centuries in his bones.
You learn to love in moments, not millennia.
Each breath a gift, each touch a benediction
her presence a bridge to your humanity.
Return
The earth no longer rejects you.
You lay down, finally
into the arms of the brother
you've carried all this time.
Abel smiles. You close your eyes.
The silence, at last, is sweet.
I AM as I AM, free & formless in a domain timeless
In, as & one with & within the sea of Oneness
Dissolved and yet in as ordained, distinct
Pure love awareness in a boundaryless precinct
In, within and in yet as by Oneness ordained
The beingness of love seeking outpouring, now contained
Choicelessly choosing to view Its reflection
In the mirror of duality without any distortion
As so chosen, so began, love benign-ability
Polarity in singularity
Creating sensory movement in duality
Spherical vision confined to timeline linearity
The love absolute
Choicelessly resolute
Now within a living body of perfection
Matter manifest as divine vibration
The pure love outpouring
Within body of lower vibration anchoring
Prismatic refraction of ephemerality bemusing
Anchors of grossness to the vehicle of form alluring
Love then, looking at its reflection
Within in-form consciousness, seeing a contortion
Observes that the transient life of the vehicle of imagination
Within duality, is oblivious of its own divinic origin
Linear time then slowly turns
Hypnotically, inexorably churns
The wheel of illusion
Trapping consciousness in mayic delusion
Love being love, yet outpours its nectar
Dispersing magnetically across all vectors
But duality being the zone so choicelessly chosen
The same free will of consciousness keeps its ascension frozen
Yet love being one and consciousness being porous
In timeless time nodes within form, all being love, sing in chorus
Engage in a rhythmic dance synchronous in timeless being-ness
As of resonation to the vibration of the That Oneness
In, within, in-form & formless stillness
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
Medicinal scents of my impending demise
Morph to chocolate, cinnamon, sweet death-day cake
The final images burned into these old eyes
Their expressions of consternation and heartbreak
Orange glow, I surround them, my body ceases
Engulf them gently in the thing they will miss most
My embrace opens them, and their grief releases
Flesh cages blind them to how we are always close
Barest grasp I could attain in my mortal form
The most I had was a working hypothesis
Why I had to be continuously reborn
To shed the veil of material hypnosis
Simultaneously, hearts and minds interweave
Making a boundless unity, knowledge and love
Only over many lifetimes could I believe
In this all pervading Godness, not just above
Dizzying vista seen sharp, and my choices
To where and when I can go , and how, becomes clear
Fair new strands of life’s web, strange sounds of new voices
To be reborn in other worlds, or remain here?
Many higher forms of life, my soul can now be
Whole worlds, of themselves conscious, or countless new souls
Myriad ways to expand God’s being, love, glory
I become a multitude, a divided whole
So strange, this is how God grows its own beingness
Some of me will fall into darkest nothingness
Parts of me will blossom to transcend my wholeness
Our perfect imperfection, this loving oneness
5/24/16
© by Author
For Contest: Soul Consciousness
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Question: After death, will you have to enter again in another Earth life, and Why? (Among others...)
12 syllables/line
O, dear Indus,the witness of millenniums’
History, traditions and culture
You feed us with your sweet water
And in your lap you us nurture
You might be a mighty channel
Of flowing water for the world
On your course with water southward
Moving, marching, whirled
But of cousre for our nation
No doubt You are, but the life
which quenches our thirst, and
Grows for us grain in rife
You, dear Indus,like our mother
And of course our culture’s cradle
You feed us with all your love
With your sweet water by a ladle
You, in the length and breath
Of our dear motherland
Make our life so lofty,
And make our living grand
The originator of the culture
Of the ancient Indus Valley
Begin for us form Monserver
And keep on your untiring sally
Through mountains and forests
And over the vast plains
And stretch across the valley
Through your countless veins
That infuse life in us all
And teach us not to give up
Through your untiring efforts
We learn how to live up
You witness of valiant accounts
Of gallant sons and daughters
Tell us to continue and carry on
With your sally of waving waters
With your water pure you nourish
Not only our bodies but our souls
And make us strong, determined
To get whatever we set our goals
Yes you are, but our beingness
Land without you for us sear !
You are great and strong and,
For you we live, you for us, dear !
Sixty plus, and counting,
Still running from my life:
Child, athlete, writer, warrior,
Master Teacher, mother, wife.
Still pondering the age-old question,
"Who am I?"
Am I what I do? What I have? Where I work?
Or, are these just my alibis?
Who looks out longingly
from my tired, tear washed eyes?
Am I what I own? Where I've been? Who I've loved?
Or, are these just my alibis?
Does my body define me?
Am I only flesh and blood?
Or, am I composed of each fleeting moment,
Comprised of sweetness, truth and love?
Once, long ago, in a precognitive dream,
I heard God's resonating voice whispering to me,
"You are Eternal, Immortal, and nothing can hurt you."
So, am I cosmic lights and spirit? Am I the path I seek?
Once, long ago, out of body,
I reveled in a sheath of cosmic light,
Knowing the truth of my own Oneness
And the ecstasy of dimensions in transcending flight.
"I Am that I AM." said the Most High God.
Can it really be so starkly simple,
To speak our truth and declare our Beingness,
And all of Life our sacred temple?
I am all possibility, one with my Source.
Powerful, omniscient: an unwavering creative Force.
By my focus and intention, I look deeply into Sri Yantra.
and I become who I choose to be.
By simply deciding to, I call forth the essence of me.
Chula Fleming© 5/22/2015
Sixty plus, and counting,
Still running from my life:
Child, athlete, writer, warrior
Master Teacher, mother, wife.
Still pondering the age old question,
"Who am I?"
Am I what I do? What I have? Where I work?
Or, are these just my alibis?
Who looks out longingly
from my tired, tear washed eyes?
Am I what I own? Where I've been? Who I've loved?
Or, are these just my alibis?
Does my body define me?
Am I only flesh and blood?
Or, am I composed of each fleeting moment,
Comprised of sweetness, truth and love?
Once, long ago, in a precog dream,
I heard God's resonating voice whispering to me,
"You are Eternal, Immortal, and nothing can hurt you."
So, am I cosmic lights and spirit? Am I the path I seek?
Once, long ago, out of body,
I reveled in a sheath of cosmic light,
Knowing the truth of my own Oneness
And the ecstacy of dimensions in transcending flight.
"I Am that I AM." said the most high God.
Can it really be so starkly simple,
To speak our truth and declare our Beingness,
And all of Life our sacred temple?
I am all possibility, one with my Source.
Powerful, omniscient: an unwavering creative Force.
By my focus and intention, I look deeply into Sri Yantra.
and I become who I choose to be.
By simply deciding to, I call forth the essence of me.
By life does this purpose incarnate
its destiny of celestial and tegument
an individual spirit by connection separates
to each ones anatomy a conveyance of this testament
To this living miracle are you born
commissioned by a blueprint so energetic
in its intricate nature are so perfected
a fingertip thus touched in form by God
All Eden stands within the gates of creation
conceptions duality a physiques latent unity
in such stillness breathes a conscious organization
and by awareness brought you forth
Are then the stars so far removed
to be so encumbered by space
that they do not reveal their cellular animate
and is their nature no reflection of your own expanse
By life does this purpose incarnate
it is your destiny as it is your fate
to serve as witness
with this finger tips touch are you in the mind of God
Eve and Adam to each one inside everyone
all dwell therein within the gates of Eden
by love should you not then believe
a paradise is your kingdom
Life
this beingness of a miracle
light its sound
the vowel
its verb
the noun
the word
the name
This purpose forever incarnating
it is your destiny as it is your fate
to bear aeonian witness
born are you in the dream of beginning
and by awareness of will are you brought forth
In The Dead Me,
There Is A Living You.
With You,
I Feel Lost In The Cyesis Of The
Deepest Pit Of Sea Of Well Beingness.
With You,
I Feel An Energyless Vibrating
Symphony, Which Has
A Tremendous Thought Momentum.
Due To The Uncertain Mutability Of Life,
I Maintain That Life Is Neither Monoic
Nor An Ideal State Of Imitation.
Perhaps "Quiescence" Is The Antonym Of Life.
Well Whatever,
My Utterance Is Like Writing Water With Water On Water.
To Know The Very Essence Of Life,
Just Give Up.
The Verity Of Life Is Pathetically Ambiguous.
And Hence The Certitude Of Life Is Tremendously Exotic.
Kneel Before The Facts Of Life Is The Perception Of Intelligence.
It Seems That
Perhaps The Only Real Fact About Life Is Its Nature Of Factlessness.
Somehow Life Seems Axiomatic.
Life Pocessess No Fact.
Surrender Yourself To The Existence.
And I Postulate That It Can't
Be Done By The Help Of Thought
And The Thinking Process.
A Thinker Can Never Come
To Know Anything About The Life.
I Don't Know How Do I Come
To Know This,
But It Is My Providential Insight
That Somehow You
Only Taught Me All This And I Maintain
That You Is A Rare Happening To Me.
And The Way I Love You Is The Only Way To Love You !
An amethyst ethereal was seen
in Herculean constellation grand
of gem’s celestial purple-splendored sheen
within a dying star’s outreaching strand.
In vivid planetary nimbus show
its death in living color to portray
the stellar rings around the rosy go
like jewel from the lava in Pompeii.
Midst Milky Way that cloud is most remote
from scene of where is played this brief vignette
with earthlings spinning out their anecdote
while circling star half through its span— and yet
past present immemorial amassed
beyond our beingness shall everlast.
~ Harley White
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The poem is a sonnet…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Archaeologists discovered an invaluable cache of ritual artifacts at Pompeii…
Image and information ~ A Cosmic Amethyst in a Dying Star…
Image explanation ~ This new image of IC 4593 has X-rays from Chandra in purple, invoking similarities to amethysts found in geodes around the globe. The bubble detected by Chandra is from gas that has been heated to over a million degrees. These high temperatures were likely generated by material that blew away from the shrunken core of the star and crashed into gas that had previously been ejected by the star.