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We never engaged in the pleasure of love-making,
they banned us from giving embraces and kisses:
how belief shaped the naiveness of our minds...
making us fear and keep us from sweet giving!
We longed to tremble, giving a passionate kiss,
we looked around and saw stern, watchful eyes;
sweetness slipped out of thought, turning to bitterness...
they controlled us to impose the strict rules of abstinence!
We never dreamed of ecstasy, always showing a longing
for becoming one soul anchored by nightly loud moans;
we were deprived of sexual thoughts, never drifting
and feeling free from glances: religion bans and kills!
We were lonelier than children reading bed-time stories,
not frolicking romance to incite desire and awareness;
we missed on our youth for their concept of shining grace:
wasn't sex created by God to increase the Human race?
("The Cave of Unknowing", 2012, original oil)
Talking to the Dead
(aka musings on Jacob’s Ladder)
The essential message of the Tibetan Book of the Dead
Is that the clear light of mind is revealed in death.
Due to our karma (habitual patterns of doing and viewing)
We have visions of whatever is in our mind,
Visions which range from pleasant to terrifying,
But that ultimately what matters most is the space between them,
The little gaps when we can glimpse freedom from our compulsive karmas.
When the clear light of awareness is first revealed it is peaceful, calm and watchful,
But when we resist it (because it is so ‘other’, so pervasive and penetrating)
It becomes wrathful, energetic and overwhelming.
And so we hide, back in those old safe spaces of the mind
The cave of unknowing where karma
Plays out the projected drama of the six realms.
The Book of the Dead is an allegory
For what is happening throughout Life,
Each moment we are awake or dreaming, dying or being born.
There is no escaping this clear light which illumines our vision.
There is no way to get closer to or increase it either
Since it is the given
Basic ground of being.
The Book of the Dead could have been called the Book of Life,
But then it would have gotten buried
In all the other conflicting and confusing affairs of this life.
A book designed to liberate you at the moment of death
Could have been called
The Book of Liberation Through Hearing in the Intermediate State,
Which is exactly what it IS called in Tibetan.
Death is the thing that hones the edge of this life
Making our appreciation vivid and sharp.
It is what gives our life purpose
While at the same time extinguishing any need for a purpose…
Death is always with us
Because in each moment all we know dissolves into the gap
Between the next,
Only to arise again reborn in the next.
If we notice and accept it
It is peaceful and beautiful
If we don’t, then we know terror.
Either way it makes no difference.
Death doesn’t care
Which way He guides us through the portal.
(7/19/24)
I hear our kittens with their purring cheer
with mother cat of meow-meowing care
oh, how they chirp merrily, vibrantly trilling
then gladly expressing chirrups, reigning over deafening silence.
Amidst coldness of rainy afternoon striving to embrace me
I feel our dog pet with pillow-cushioned fur caressing my feet
so, yielding to the soothing touch of each other
we both bask in the warmth of closeness.
Seeing dear pets in their haven of rest
playfully huddling inside their colorful autumnal pet pens
I seem to behold Genesis-exposed Eden
with animals in wondrous paradise.
Against conflicting antiseptic disinfectant outside
and the lemon-scent spray pervading in our living room
I delight in the refreshing newly-bathed Doggie Allilee
blending with the talc-smell of our Meowna Cattie.
While our pets feast with crunchy dog meal
and yummy cat's cheesy bites
I savor the ginger-filled soup of mixed green-leafy vegetables
Grateful to God for our palatable viand of nutritious roasted chicken.
In the conjugal life’s complex topography,
vowed to traverse to the end together
within the sacred institution of matrimony,
the path may bifurcate where distrust dust gathers.
Marking the legal dissolution of marriage,
the partners once embraced by love and commitment,
walk divergent walkways through the emotional corridor,
away from incompatibility, for they grow apart over time.
The common course splits with the conflicting mindsets,
plunging into whirlpool of emotional challenges,
bears testimony to how the convivial chord
of conjugal harmony the impaired sentiments crumble.
In the lonely search for the way out of despair
psychic positivity leads to personal growth,
offering the opportunity of new beginnings,
helping to rise from the ruins of the past.
Self-esteemed prudence is a guide to navigate
the new reality through the terrain of self-regulating life,
and curve out an independent course to move on,
for the night ends, a new sun rises in another dawn.
EARLY IMPRESSIONS
floating down
pictures
in
shifts
of
encouraging
shape
remain
stretch
the
visual
world
overlooking
the
inevitable
alignment
of
vivid
happenings
shades
of
mood & seasons
can
evoke
conflicting
&
changing
self-image
deepened
to
coincide
with
notions of beauty
an
animated
spectacle
so profound
drifts
&
floats
to
project
&
display
the
changed
facade
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Hello my love!
I’m thinking of you
wanting to let you know
some things on my mind
Things I should have said
Things I wanna explain
thoughts left unsaid
revolving in my head
Visions of my love
its been on my mind
without any interference
delusional or pretentious
from those that inhibit
my will to exhibit
My love for you
an illusion of scenes
within ones soul
a dream of all dreams
I wanna let you know
More than before
More than I’ve shown
More than I thought
More than you’ve known
Where did we begin?
how can we explain
this passion of lust
driving me insane
Feel like collapsing
a soulless stampede
Good times to bad
resulting in change
Finalize the details
of doubtless retrieval
Walk tall and stand proud
so everyone can see you
Egos have situational control
keep it in check
Never forgetting that jealousy hides
relentlessly on deck
Leaving behind memories
thoughts hidden in lies
conflicting views from those whom choose
to try and ruin my life
Opposition of demands
timeless rants and raves
of destructive behavior
torn apart
Feelings turning to rage
with passionate love everything you give
detrimental determination is the
only way you live
With
Us
Powerless (Dark Clichés)
In a rage, in disarray, I can't help but feel this pain
I start the page again, stray the path again, on the road I go insane
Hide from myself, hide from everybody else as well
I hear the voices telling me that I must turn and walk away
Face the truth in the mirror, face the reflection of your fear
The mirror black, and all of life's dark clichés intact
I am powerless to fight
Caught in the undertow, like an anchor pulling down
I am stuck in the mire, and I'm tired of the endless struggle to meet each need
Conflicting interests and I'm alone to resolve the conflict
Find solutions to problems, the roots of which reach further than I am able
Demons rise to face me, eye to eye I am no match
How little I will fight if they want me
I've reached a point in my life where uncertainty rules the day
One moment to the next, I am here, I am there, really nowhere
In between the right and left, the right and wrong
I don't fit in or belong in this state of fallen grace
Face the truth in the mirror, face the reflection of your fear
The mirror black, and all of life's dark clichés intact
I am powerless to fight....
The blender switches on,
The Clock starts ticking.
Stitching it's imprint,
Into Existence.
Each Instant,
Different.
Gears whirring,
Agitated, Stirring Emotions,
Splicing, Thoughts churning ,
Forcing Conforming,
To the vortex That's forming.
Conflicting Actions,
Unconscious Reactions,
Robbing Our Satisfaction.
We Keep on Running,
To the Next Attraction.
Unaware of the distraction,
Keeping us in Line.
Trapped in Times Design,
It Defines your day.
How Long you have to Stay,
Then Sends you on your way.
There's even Time to Pay.
Never Enough for Play,
So throw none of it away.
Attached to every move,
It fills all the Grooves.
Smooth and sly,
It slides on by.
Flying beside you,
Guiding, and Dividing,
Perfect timing.
The more fun we have,
Seems as it were cut in Half.
Yet an hour in sorrow,
Feels like no Tomorrow.
Your Faithful Companion,
A Wound mender.
Or your toughest Contender,
Keeping you in The Blender.
Sold Out
Wasting and investing, the time limited, we conversed.
We exchanged them like goods in the fair,
You brought few, emotions I had reserved.
The left out sold out, you delayed, in despair.
Appeasing and teasing, the approaching heart, we smiled.
We displayed them like the care for a purchased device,
I remember the ones, I found ingenuously compiled.
The left out sold out, when unnoticed, to disguise.
Discussing and thinking, from the thoughtful mind, we dreamt.
We colored them like the canvas before a kid,
I remember, the ones those evolved, need attempt.
The left out sold out, without hope, in to the pit.
Convincing and conflicting, the transparent identity, we walked.
The hidden we saw like the autumn droplets scattered,
Few those matched, in aspiration pot, we collected.
The left out sold out, like the vapors, disappeared.
~Ashok Kumar Mishra
Sometimes our minds speak to us,
Summoning us to embark on their journey,
They show us the pathway to the light;
It is our choice if we wish to remain in the night.
Within us, the good hides in the chamber,
Struggling to put the bad to rest.
Sometimes the latter is recalcitrant and willful;
The responsibility is ours to give room for the former to be dutiful.
There’s a gathering of our conflicting emotions outside the window,
Recriminations blooming in the meadow.
Tendrils of darkness entangle our thoughts and minds,
Conflicts arise in various kinds.
Yet within us is the light that brightens the gloomy day,
Leading us to the luminous pathway.
Our better angels are the stars that adorn the night sky;
They are the heart’s silent cry.
August 3, 2025.