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“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I flow like silken ripples
through mirrored lakes,
a lotus sprouting from
mountain streams,
soaked in the saffron
warmth of summer’s flare,
jeweled in citrine pearls of purity.
Awaiting galaxies of clarity
to unveil an emerald estuary,
streaming in sizzling serenity,
oblivious to the searing strings
of fickle tethers pulling
this delicate psyche
toward an abyss filled
with superficial scraps,
fragmented dreams,
and empty conch shells,
tearing my fragile skin
with splinters and sea glass,
reflecting the inflated ego
of a wanderer adrift
amidst ferocious tides.
O sacred skies,
adorned with starry scars,
I’ve long searched in vain
through a salt-soaked
cave of confusion
for twirling diamonds
and fragrant fireworks
to grant me an eternal
haven of celestial calligraphy
carved in halcyon ink,
unaware of the silver flecks
sparkling deep within my soul.
Must I forever be lost,
like languid leaves
pressed between chapters
of seasonal souvenirs,
or should I rise like
a mythical bird,
engrossed in golden musings,
a tameless seeker
of zestful zephyrs?
I am softened
streaks of twilight,
breathing ethereal dust,
while dancing to
the swirling silhouettes
above cosmic candles,
illuminating the orchid
orchard of consciousness,
as this heart beats to
the blissful rhythm
of an untouched breeze,
curating magnetic alchemy,
to harmonize inner music
in mellifluous mindfulness.
I am the light that
lights all the lights,
the undying glow
within supernova lanterns.
I am the artist
painting my own paradise,
immersed in topaz tunes
of an Elysian empire,
where divine scriptures
of the Almighty
conduct a choir
of continuous compassion.
So let the gates of your gaze
rest in singing silence,
listen to the unspoken reality,
echoing like tranquil rhymes
within a sonnet etched from
mystical moonbeams,
for between these lines~
floats the lunar wings,
manifesting a rosier awakening,
as my faith is the conqueror
of crystalline constellations,
forever basking in the euphoric glory
of tulsi dawn.
Caress of grace sublime, shows on our face,
of peace that surpasses understanding;
a jigsaw puzzle others cannot lace,
our aura both gentle and commanding.
It’s not that we don’t share but few can pair,
with the road map that leads to joyous bliss,
stemming from soul’s inner light, self-aware,
borne by pure love of Divine Mother’s kiss.
Symbols we use, interpreted by mind,
are in truth addressed to the heart centre,
so it’s best we leave all knowing behind
and simply allow bliss mists to enter.
Resting counsel of ego deceptive,
clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive.
Clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive,
whose life purpose is God search in earnest,
cognised by soul’s mindful eye perceptive,
allowing love seeds in our heart to nest.
Love is not a pretended emotion
and therefore we must first choose to be still,
distancing ourselves from thought commotion,
dwelling in silence, till voids within fill.
All that that comes and goes is unreal
and with this understanding we begin,
living in the moment with zest and zeal,
weeding away cravings that lead to sin.
When such emptiness becomes our soul’s choice,
we begin to hear whispers of God’s voice.
We begin to hear whispers of God’s voice,
when we hold steady resolve and focus,
upon which we feel nodes within rejoice,
moving in form along the bliss locus.
We may call this Holy Spirit or chi
but leaving labels for the time aside,
what happens is for the first time we see,
that the God we sought resides deep inside.
Beholding God in clear sight, light soft white,
we see that our soul’s made in His image,
pulsating within with unbound delight
and with this knowing, we become a sage.
Having no mundane, earthy goals to chase,
caress of grace sublime, shows on our face.
Line of inquiry:
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow”
Oh, Jesus, you are the Light of the world.
A light that lights all other lights, pooled.
The sun’s sparkle or the moon’s silver gleams,
Can come nowhere near your shining beams.
Stars parade in the sky igniting the dark night.
But their light is never a match to the brightest light.
All other lights are but adjuncts of Him
They come and go and eventually grow dim.
When from my life, steadily ebbs out each day,
When hope grows dim and joys pass away,
When darkness deepens, Oh Jesus as light in me, abide.
I pray- “Never let me drown in trial’s rising tide.
Oh Jesus, the light of the world, piolet me,
Chart my path, I look hopefully upon Thee
Lead me, Oh blessed one, to your glory bright
Lead me through gloom into clear light!”
Only by focusing on that eternal light,
We become aware how our lives in stagnation blight.
As His light flashes on life’s big screen
Many of our wicked deeds come to be seen.
When I begin to live in Him, I am no longer blind
The light from Him will illumine my mind
As long as I look into that light, I will be okay
I know, my path will be lit by his brilliant ray.
Sometimes amid scenes of deepest gloom,
His light helps my hopes sprout and bloom.
I shall sing of his glory from morn to night,
For He lights my path and is my heart’s delight.
May our light shine, helping others in their needs
That they may glorify God seeing our good deeds.
When we live in Him, we are children of light
And never will be lost in the darkness of night.
What we affirm now, has been said before
but know dear soul, the word is not the thing
and so shifting from thinking to feeling,
being a melding of head with the heart,
in staid silence, negating all knowing,
ego dies and then we feel bliss beats rise.
Duality enables fall and rise
of vibrations our soul has sensed before,
repeated till we get to the knowing,
that all that is manifest, is a thing
but not the source, which in truth is the heart,
tranquil in repose, learning by feeling.
Mind of the heart relies upon feeling,
mindfully noticing bliss thunder rise
from down under, in spiritual heart
and it’s here each impulse is born before
becoming thought, a material thing,
which seen in slow motion, is our knowing.
We all search for the truth, by whose knowing,
we become the flame, cognised by feeling,
whereafter dear hermit, we seek no thing,
as in objects of desire, since we rise
to zenith like heights monks have gone, before
attaining God in the cave of our heart.
The sound of one hand clapping in our heart
is an unmistakable, deep knowing,
taking us to the zero-point before
our choiceless choice articulates feeling,
being but polarities that so rise,
manifesting as a this or that thing.
Let’s cut to chase hermit, this is the thing,
all that that truly matters, is the heart,
welcoming in surprise, descent and rise,
of reflections that get us to knowing,
transcending thought by deepening feeling,
reclaiming inner light, we had before.
Poised in the void, we never were before,
imbibing that transcendental feeling,
here now in form, we get to clear knowing.
Looking toward skies, feet on ground
Fears and desires, twirl us around
Although soul seeks God’s love and light
Patterns of habit, hold us bound
Scriptures speak of spherical sight
Bliss in permanence, day and night
Ours for asking, if our thoughts die
Ego death contracts heart in fright
Clinging to life’s the reason why
We attempt not to wingless fly
How may we dissolve in the stream
Fear of unknown, makes our heart sigh
We’re told that this life but a dream
Within us in-dwells God supreme
Die to be reborn is the clue
Counsel unheeded, since fears scream
Within our form, flows life force dew
Bliss nectar; truth known to but few
Cognised in stillness, if heart pure
Melding therein, blessings accrue
Ego warns ‘how can we be sure?’
Thus trauma bonding, pain endure
In dark dungeons of delusion
Even though conscience does censure
Brave souls who exit illusion
Put an end to all confusion
Fusing head with heart, love aligned
Bringing about divine fusion
Playing life role, in as assigned
In timeless time, clear truth’s divined
That ego shorn, we are twice born
Free from transient attachment’s bind
Hark oh hermit, to God’s love horn
Too long in darkness, we’ve lived on
Time’s now to see God face to face
Let Christ consciousness, soul adorn
01-February-2022
Syllables: PS, rhymezone
Pick-A-Title, Vol 28 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I Am, I be and I so become, one with all of the universe
softened attention osmotically percolating boundless space
blurring boundaries between form and formlessness
that that is, is the singular I Am presence, vibration of silence
lower mind vaporised innate awareness, in dynamic stillness
Neither negating, nor clinging, I embrace, hold and release
magnetic electricity igniting all sheaths of consciousness
orientation free flowing, tingling with heightened rapture
all nodes within form alive in celebratory dance beauteous
scented with the exhilarating fragrance of bliss ineffable
Stilling not the deepening silence, stillness now stills our being
subject and object, both us, tango with void as the fulcrum
cognised in the expansion and contraction of each life pulse
enriched and distilled by the loving intent of our radiant heart
reflected back into space through mind body acting as a prism
Is-ness of being-ness thus stretching the time-space continuum
doing nothing save resonating with the omnipresent divine energy
transcending limitations of imaginary ego identity borne delusion
spherically views the undifferentiated underlying singular reality
self-existent, luminous love in unending renewal; Sat-chit-ananda
09-March-2021
Contemplation poetry contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
The sea of boundless Oneness
Cognised by ascending consciousness
Transitioning to pure awareness
We are as such in stark aloneness
Within deep meditational stillness
Our form blending with our formlessness
The beginning is non thought presence
In humble innocence
With no memory linked remembrance
Our innate magnetisation
Divine harmonious vibration
Is our intuitive orientation
The third eye active
Funnels energy to the crown receptive
Dispersing the flow into space enigmatic
Our consciousness pauses momentarily
Has to choicelessly choose here voluntarily
To dissolve in the stream unhesitatingly
A soft pinkish white light does shine
From a multi-petaled lotus divine
Partly shielded by violet clouds as a sign
We are then in the sea of formless oneness
Vibrant, aglow, complete be-ness
Consciousness is now pure indivisible awareness
We are absolute awareness all encompassing
Within & without form, linear time vanishing
Separateness dissolved, singularity resonating
We are here in the ocean of bliss
Where nothing is amiss
We know that WE ARE IT & IT IS THIS
By choiceless choice we descend into matter gross
All nodes, chakras within in a dance synchronous
With pure awareness replacing delusion anomalous
05-November-2020
Flashback to 17-December-2018
The Light that lights all lights
Was here before the Sun
He said "let there be light"
With His Word, light begun
And the Word was with God
The Father, and the Son
And --yes!-- the Word was God!
With the Spirit -- they're One
The True Light that gives light
Through Him all things were made
The stars-- and moon at night,
Reflecting, in the shade
So too Mary reflects
The glory of her Son
Lighting all hearts afire
With the news: Jesus won!
He's the Light of the world
So let's not turn Him "off"
Let Him shine through our hearts
Even when others scoff
He's the central Shamash
On mankind's menorah
The Light that lights all lights
Sing hallelujah! :)
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Deadline: Wednesday, January 1, 2025
12 poems of the maximum 35 allowed have been entered.
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow”
"Please explore this line of inquiry as it resonates within.
The contest title is your poem title.
New poems only, minimum 10 lines, any form. Dive in deep! Enjoy!"
As we embrace-hold-release
Rotating polarities with ease
Disappearing by vaporising
Again playfully materialising
By choiceless choice
Following our inner voice
Reflecting empathetic behaviour
Yet no crusader and nobody’s saviour
Living illusion as reality
Yet determining not any finality
There being no doer
Who may act as a chooser
Heightened ecstasy internal
Stillness in movement external
Our flowing renewal
Continual
Even as Divine does form magnetise
Each moment a delightful surprise
Being to become the very bliss rapture
Looking now at form as a caricature
And yet lest we forget
Such conclusions too are suspect
Any conclusion we make a limitation
Interrupting our flowing meditation
Our presence as the void in any field
As gentle power Love alone does wield
Is regeneration of The Love vibration
Outpouring impulsively without cessation
Felt within by us as the experiencer
Without blockage by any interpreter
No judger or seeker or doer
We are the immaculate viewer
Our innate divinity the awareness fulcrum
Witnessing movement of the maya pendulum
Such is the flow of dynamic stillness
Cognised & imbibed by each in aloneness
I reminisce, I miss
the bliss continuum
when narrow thought
interrupts dynamic stillness
imagery memory brought
oft in serpentine spirals
rooted in and birthed by ego
being a bubble imaginary
yet intruding rudely
owing to blockages within
still in mind body resident
onto which images anchor
seeking my attention
hoping that I indulge
thereby granting the illusions
new lease of delusional life
as dreams within dreams
I reminisce, I miss
lessening of my hearts yearning
to deepen divine connection
by softening fickle attention
consciousness centred in void
wherein I simply do vaporise
relinquishing transient identity
melding with absolute oneness
as layer by layer veils dissolve
revealing luminescence of truth
noumenon underlying phenomena
cognised by my spiritual eye
even as I am being so breathed
by God Himself enlivening form
whereupon in-form consciousness
beholds in astonished wonderment
the reassuring touch of His hand
I reminisce, I miss
20-March-2021
I reminisce I miss poetry contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee