Long Centric Poems
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He was a born teacher
From birth destined to be
You'd know by his phene.
In capitalist-run schools
He's taught for many years
Earning pennies for labour.
Three years a beneficiary
On stipend of N-power teach
The Program axed by corruption.
Then long a community teacher
He's rendering public service
For little pay out of community levy.
He's adept; he got more papers
Hoping for full employment
With satisfaction in the job.
He got a conversion to EdoStar
State-run, two-year probationer
On the barest wage.
On his appointment
In the civil service, he got
The news of his careerlong pursuit.
The government is youth-centric
On account of his age, maybe his status
Or affiliation, he's disqualified.
Meanwhile politikers in the council
Of politricks make millions
By the seconds chattering all day.
The Mind’s Cornfield
Dreaming deeply on this dark, dank, frigid-cold night,
My spirit-body walks freely in this place of solitude—
The Mind’s Cornfield, where fantasy and reality are one.
In this place, free from mortal constraints and strife,
One can see and speak to spirits of those now dead,
And to those whose souls wander around aimlessly.
These spirits know of my still-mortal connection to
The earthly plane and are sometimes confused by my
Wandering presence with them in this vast cornfield.
I believe these spirits sense a form of hidden conflict
In my own spiritual body manifested perhaps by a
Tragic event impacting my soul from a former life.
I have learned over time there are others like me who
Are still mortally-connected to our human world, but
Who choose to walk about in this place of solitude.
Questions abound: Why does this netherworld exist?
What is its true purpose? Will the wandering spirits
Move on? Will they find the peace they are seeking?
And with this—I wake up again and find myself centric
In this mortal world of human creatures who are made
In the very keen, like-image of Almighty God Himself.
I can’t help but feel a psychic-style influence with this
Image of a mental cornfield in the chasm of one’s mind.
The soul’s bond to the ethereal world may be the key.
Situations like this call for a real mystical awareness of
How one thinks, what one sees, and what one perceives—
In this finite mortal world that defines us as human beings.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 29, 2018 (Tercet)
The embodiment of unique existence,
the construct of the transient elements,
the brittle body aligns destined
with the plethora of perishable patterns
within the entity of the fragile being.
In the anchorage of the erratic mind,
detached from the righteous roots
by the dislodging drive of desire,
untamed instincts shroud the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of immanent emotions
drags the mind into the fathomless inner depth
of ego-centric abyss of capricious feral impulse.
When in the cauldron of anguished awareness
the flimsy body-mind frame breaks,
the shards sink within the sanctum of soul
at the depth of prudent perception,
attain the sublime state of consciousness,
feel the divine connection with the almighty.
The devout mantra of the sanctified soul
unfurls the lotus petals of innate acuity
onto the aura of enlightenment,
lets inside the sacred sunshine of seminal virtue,
highlights the positivity of the persistent psyche
with the defining strength of essence,
flowing with the stream of virtuous thoughts
from the fountain of love and empathy,
that finds the cathartic course of spirituality.
Containerised in form
Containerised in form,
vibrant void centric soul,
with memory erased,
finds itself limited,
till by bliss currents grazed.
Containerised in form,
enabled by God’s grace,
we pierce the fontanel,
becoming That oneness,
which within us does dwell.
Containerised in form,
employing senses five,
we feel life’s sharp contrast,
failing to recognise,
that this dream will not last.
Containerised in form,
we are yet always free,
within the deep sleep state,
wherein, if we’re awake,
we stand at heaven’s gate.
30-May-2022
Say it like it is
“Upon soul merging with The Creator ~
We require thereafter, no translator”
_____________________________
Whirring bliss currents pierce each in-form node
Void-centric presence frolics in the play
Spiritual Heart sings to God an ode
Music of the spheres hums, by night and day
Soma nectar drips, flowing as it likes
Our transmutation begins inside out
Unbound’s our delight, as magnetism spikes
Soul exults joy; we alone hear it’s shout
How may symbolic words describe this bliss
Boundaries blur as we become the flame
Caress divine is a lingering kiss
Give it any name but we’re not the same
The clear pathless path to which we aver ~
Let our God search focus never waver
10-July-2022
“There is nothing out there ~
Everything is in here”
- quote by poet
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Surfing the flow of time,
nonchalant yet vibrant,
through life’s deafening din,
we feel here now complete,
as bliss beats rise within.
Surfing the flow of time,
aligned with call of love,
our tranquil heart mellow,
soul’s void-centric presence,
acquires a blissful glow.
Surfing the flow of time,
we invoke magnetism
to fill our form with light,
becoming God’s essence,
much to our heart’s delight.
Surfing the flow of time,
our spiritual heart
impulses each action,
moment to moment thus,
quietude gains traction.
16-July-2022
A Quiet Place Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Earth had offered Her eco-centric contract
of love and synergy,
awaiting ego's personal response each day,
each moment,
eager to optimize wealthy health care cooperations
of sacred grace.
Over an apparently inadequate lifetime
ego implied his competitive response:
I grow increasingly excited,
stimulated,
by this co-petitioning challenge
to frame our dissonance,
our operational riddles and puzzles,
games and illogistics
and dark strategies
Measured in statistical decomposition
of the odds for sustaining life
by perfecting hatred and fear
of death's dissociative decay.
I question Earth's right to positive resolution
and harmonic resonance,
as consonant co-governance
of enlightened ego empowering eco
to play win/win,
recreate without sin,
and co-passion nicely together
This co-petition against wasted anxious time
fully exercises my right of conscience,
to re-search 0-sum ego-partisanship
for absolute freedom from eco-dependence.
This co-petition asserts our human natural guild's unlovely preference
for contention over contentment
for sustained longing rather than resilient belonging
for uni-lateral freedom
rather than ego/eco bilateral interdependence.
EarthMother absorbed this richly contentious compost,
this dissembling over cooperative rights of assembly
and competition challenging associative eco-creation
as too inclusive recreation,
divisive of ego's omnipotent present place
in organic space
derived from eco's multisystemic functions
within history's healthiest seasons.
It seems to me,
said She,
Time has unfolded an eco-systemic co-tractive gift,
born of Her binomial grace
in bilaterally felt space,
a belonging response to mutually co-tribute with ego
gratitude for bicameral mutuality
and full freedom of co-scientific consciousness,
to conjoin time's eternal moment
of past personal ego
with future eco recentering life.
Post Scripted: "After all this time and space
repeating inhumane competitions and cooperative contractions,
deductive inducements to balance positive political space
with negative un-ecological economic time,
thank you for remembering why RightBrain felt eco-normics
gave birth to LeftBrain's verbal ego-petitions
in our first through last breathing moment
of win/win eco-operative identity."
Signed: Earth's Polypathic CoOperative Covenant
Our heart is where desires arise
and where they are in time resolved
but since we cling to wisps of smoke,
we remain in our dreams involved.
Seeking love that soul may expand,
causes suffering since we seek,
whilst if we embrace and release,
monk mode plugs the energy leak.
Ego has objectified love,
reducing it to an exchange,
so when the echo returns not,
we feel morbid contractions strange.
Belied expectation breaks hearts,
destiny delusion foretold,
so it’s best to be void centric,
inking heart with love hues of gold.
True joy that does not come and go,
throbs within us as vibrant bliss,
at an octave of agape love,
bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss.
Grazed by spirit, our heart is healed,
never to be broken again,
for we see this life is but play
and pristine soul is free from stain.
Hark bliss beats call to one and all,
as God’s sublime effervescence,
which is mirrored in every heart;
light eternal, our quintessence.
Awake oh hermit
“Drop that thought, ego begot ~
Here and now, be thus self-taught”
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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
Space flickers, revealing white light
If we pause to blink, we’ll miss it
God’s blessings, bestowing clear sight
Signals we are at the summit
When void-centric becomes our view
Space flickers, revealing white light
Within form, as bliss throbs renew
Rapturous is our heart’s delight
Suffused with joy, by day and night
Unending’s our meditation
Space flickers, revealing white light
The source of all of creation
In heart resounds, soundless thunder
The truth of oneness, now shines bright
We behold in childlike wonder
Space flickers, revealing white light
23-April-2022