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I live in the ether, the place I know
where thoughts of heart and mind do flow
in a conscious state of epiphany
where intelligence lives in harmony
from this place the sources of task
to direct my body to do as I ask
I find I’m not always in full control
of what is residing inside of this soul
The rarest of gems therein resides
where our own cognition abides
exquisite delights are there to be found
to make sure our thinking is sound
Firmly cemented with it’s epoxy
not dedicated to orthodoxy
the place where one can search for the truth
about the things we learn in our youth
This system of things is so full of lies
and to see through them one must be wise
the beliefs that history has handed down
holds firmly in grasp its blinding resound
I find in it’s closets things I must clean out
that overshadow my heart and it’s doubt
the war that exists inside of man
that damages things within reach of his hand
The source for all kindness and it’s living balm
and when we face conflict for keeping us calm
for understanding all of this life
for making peace when meeting it’s strife
So many colors with varying hues
herein is where I first found my muse
painting it’s pictures on tapestry mind
weaving it’s patterns the ethereal kind
Each of us has been given this gift
and to it’s sharing for others to lift
a vast chasm and depth in this well
for composing design and doubts dispel
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within the catastrophe awaits a notion
a hook, a thread, an unfurling devotion
forever falling - cascading in time
to always be his and he always mine
sometimes we follow a fading star
find stories in its essence about who we are
about-turn and unravel to expose the substrate
temptation not required for emergence of fate
take a gamble to force the reveal
let go of languor, add tension we can feel
step off the edge and await pure black
find ourselves at the beginning of the very same track
I know him, I've known this but let me dive deeper
uncover the secrets not even known to their keeper
embrace the objective, move ahead of the curve
be inside the slow dance, but simultaneously observe
view backwards, race past predestination
objectively witness moments of true captivation
see from a distance what cognition requires
show me the equation that explains our desires
for we circle and cross and create maps in the sky
bound on this path and I need to know why
there must be wisdom to our blinking pulsation
a purpose that explains all of creation
let me learn of the spark and effervesce in the trail
become one with the meaning as you lift the veil
let me overload and explode into glorious ash
to immerse and burn out in final rapturous flash
My future happiness depended upon school,
They’re understanding of religious older parents,
Them constraining them with supervision,
So that I could have autonomy in my garments.
I mean, my parents let me wear what I liked,
But were unspeakably forceful poignantly,
Regarding who was going to dress and shower me:
Women, not men who could interact with me perfectly.
I wasn’t asking for all male carers,
Just one or two out of maybe five,
And I even offered to employ male nurses,
Rather than just anybody alive.
But my mum was disgusted at my suggestion,
Said it turned her stomach and made her ill,
Posited that I was not in my right mind,
Said that I made her queasy and gave her a chill.
The school’s social services seemed traditional,
Just like their toilet facilities, old and outdated;
The social worker had white, permed curly hair,
And so for parent disputes you could be slated.
So I never got the help I required and needed,
For my first care package at Glasgow University,
So I suffered from rejection, shortness and selfishness,
From my carers who were supposed to offer identity.
The wardens made it better for me every day,
Reprimanded them for disrespect and impoliteness,
But I never even imagined that voluntary carers,
Could suffice for my own future astuteness.
It upset my whole life, the schools neglect and indifference,
When I think that living success could have been sorted out,
My personal dignity and freedom could have been secured,
With a bit of determination and secular, atheistic liberal clout.
School is really just about your future,
It claims it by its very definition,
And the whole child should be taken and loved,
Not just his or her abilities with cognition.
This practice involving copulation seems taboo
Whilst all it asks of us to unendingly renew
Cessation of action just at the point of fructification
Purity of intent choosing instead kundalini ascension
Or if the act ends in orgasmic climax of union
Breath should be retained within in celebration
No exhalation
For the puritans the practice asks for cessation
Between the urge to act and it’s actual culmination
In an aspect meditative
Intuitive
The pause between cognition and association ...
The gap between memory recollection & anticipation ...
Disclaimer:
Such is the practice in the scriptures so written
If it does not resonate we needn’t do as bidden
Why on this meditation alone dwell
When we can choose from one hundred & twelve
And yet if we would know the truth stark
We should walk without fear in the dark
17-August-2020
For Spitfire, the Wolf
The pack breathes forth
crystal- mists,
ghosting the landscape
like wraiths leaving the abyss.
In sarcophogy-effigyy.
A Eulogy in cacophony
Serving their own.Stead.
Fates in cognition.
Roundtable and Moordread.
Satelliting their own volition.
By the knight in their eyes like moons.
Marauders by their own admission.
They howl the private joke, giving homage to the light that looms.
They are a nemesis of the bones, last confession.
Stalwart offenders, but defenders
of the ruins.
Iconoclast runes of nightmare.
Contenders to the throne.
Snarled and trapsed around the cold laid bare.
They are the strong. Fierce about life, all winter long.
Defenders
of Ruin and Brook and ripples last stare.
Snarled and trapsed around the cold laid bare like a binding of rune around a forbidden book of seer.
Wolves, like all animals have integrity. They do not think "pluck my life" or "I wish I had a dragon to crush my enemies".
They do not gossip or seduce or
In their purposes-disbelieve.
They are fierce about life, in the deepest cold. In the hardest of times.
They embrace their circle and often
let another in, in circumstances, Dire untold under watchful, smiling eyes.
Spitting Fire
Wherefrom did this unknown guest get entry,
As though an all-masterminding gentry?
In the name of death, loss, and love disband,
Grief drowns me into pernicious quicksand...!
Upset, alarmed, rejected, gloomy, remorse,
Angst, grudge... grief brings me repercussions hoarse;
Churn in my belly; tautness in my throat,
In exhaustion and sleeplessness, I float...!
Where's my concentration on duties gone?
Have whereunto mind and cognition drawn?
Where are my optimism and hope hidden?
Why is psychic composure bedridden...?
Go away, from me, grief of each essence!
Grand liberty to joy's constant presence;
May each conflict within me get clearance!
May mind and body work in adherence...!!!
21 February 2023
Bhishma Pitamah, warrior fierce and monk exalted
An ascended ascetic, whose life could not be faulted
Granted by Gods, boon of immortality, of death by wish
Yet so deep became his anguish, life he chose to relinquish
How all this came to pass is depicted in the epic, Mahabharata
Suffice to say, he could not bear to see his soul defiled by stigma
Thereby voluntarily choosing to suffer upon a bed of arrows to atone
Karmic consequences of injustice by ego identity sown, he alone did own
Quest for immortality, in effect a seeking of our ego identity to unify with soul
Encased in this mind-body, feeling limited and bound, we wish to be whole
Thus we yearn for life eternal, bliss ineffable and wisdom unimaginable
We already are that who we so seek, ego veiling cognition spherical
Deluded that we are this organic fleeting form, fear spirals arise
Imaginary identity hypnotises soul, resisting joy and surprise
Oh weary pilgrim, know we are immortal but this body not
Divine aligned, bliss suffused, exit narrow thought slots
Shrouded by fears and desires, ego flounders hither and thither
Whilst soul luminous has no questions, itself being the answer
18-July-2021
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Feeling hurt owing to belied expectation
The earth entity floundered hither and thither
Spiralling gloom causing consciousness contraction
The wound cut deep since he relied upon his transgressor
Pain amplified by cyclic thoughts plunged him into despair
For healing he visited a reputed clinical psychologist
Listening patiently seated on a swivelling chair
Of no avail were therapists or hypnotists
Finding no way he asked this question
Who feels the pain and why is relief not simple
This line of inquiry brought him to a clear recognition
Cause of suffering delusion dwelling in images ephemeral
Reflecting deeper if an animal is ensouled in human form
It goes without saying that it’s actions will be feral
We expect not from a carnivore embrace warm
Thus our cognition should be spherical
Meditating thus in silence and stillness
He knew each being acts as of his evolution
With all our flaws we too seek divine connectedness
Yet hastily condemn others by our jaundiced eye perception
The afflicted soul then rose in the light of clear understanding
Looking at the other with kindness and compassion
His own orientation thus prayerfully correcting
In quietude of transcendental meditation
17-January-2021
Oh look who toils up yonder hill
Of shoulders stooped and slow of gait
Garments hang off a frame once filled
The body drips with yesterday’s fate
An existence once filled with hate and greed
Ensnared in a mind of ego sense
Attachments and illusions that once took seed
In man’s entrapment - in a fog so dense
Look how he persists to reach the roads
Crawling now in dust and sweat
Unshackling life’s chains as he goes
His saving grace - his terrestrial death
Facing his crossroads - flawed Ego he must lose
A formidable tempt in earthly men
Freeing mental obscuration he must choose
A transcendental state to reach his Zen
Oh look who runs down yonder hill
A liberated awakening for all to see
Freed from dark paths he once did travel
Oh aligned Soul - you are now set free
Footnote - The precepts of the peaceful Dalai Lama, is that Buddhism is not a religion but a way of life.
This is an explanation of Tibetan Buddhism, enlightenment and spiritual rebirth.
Buddhahood is defined as a state free of the obstructions to liberation as well as those to omniscience. When one is freed from all mental obscuration, one is said to attain a state of continuous bliss mixed with a simultaneous cognition of emptiness, the true nature of reality.
In this state, all limitations on one's ability to help other living beings are removed.
Dividing work from play,
like noting night not day,
is useful in a left brain dominant way
yet not so good
in right and left to-gathering
communicating say.
In my most real
and sacred trust right mind
no profound difference I find,
not even any healthy reason to distinguish
secular and physical work
from sacred mental play,
cooperative investment
from perpetuating multicultural empowerment,
communicating humors, dark and light,
virtuous polypathic and polyphonic
reiterative exchange loops,
harmonious circles,
seasons of processing health
producing nutritious wealth,
Sacred trinities of ego
and eco
and double-binding ego/eco
searching truth statements
about compassionate regenerative EarthBound patriotism
to this planet home of humored Earth,
Host of work and play
wealth and health co-passioning experience
left-autonomous either secular or sacred
with both natural and spiritual rights more integral
re-creative process
and nondual Eastern passions,
Cognition from emotion,
being from becoming,
ego belonging Left from eco-longing Right
universal secular nutritional memories
from unitarian tribal experience
originating in EarthMothers' eco-wombed Communion
health-wealth Commons
politically empowering
economic win/win healing ecology
re-wombed,
re-connecting,
re-collecting,
In my most real and sacred true right mind
I find
no profound secular difference,
not even any sacred healthy reason
to distinguish
or extinguish
secular physical engagement
from sacred mental cooperative commitment.