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I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand,
Forming sandcastles built by toddlers.
I know too well because I have my senses
Intact after the last funeral I attended on a gambolling coast.
I should know because I participated in the burial of a
Village lout, a wretched lord, so grand with contumely.
Funeral lasts for days and contains the sounds of cannons
And other elements of ceremonies, so loud, so eloquent,
So ceremonious —full of man and illiterate beasts.
A burial, on the other penurious hand,
Reeks of haste, attended by a teething crowd —
And at times comes with thunder that speaks in jest
And a lightning whose light flickers on all things subpar.
DEAR Life if i make a mistake
\again/
(so i close my eyes) please
and i cry where no sound
makes echoes in life
colors and feelings are
escaping that canvase
bleeding hurt knees
i say give me your eyes
so i see and your lips
kissing my hands \
saving life and no
(of a dozen) promises
My heart your bluff
your heart all more than
lonely roads we have all
followed Take a look
where moonlight falls
in all the small hidden
spaces we place our fears
and hearts We touch
ourselves for assurance
nothing changed but
again, in the morning
we are where the room
contains our lonley
hearts //so i want to
change and to never see
such a night that i may
never dream a night as
this dreaming night.
:: 09-28-2017 ::
Deep truths, intertwined like the roots of an ancient tree,
flow through me, through you,
The mirror of the universe shatters into thousands of shards,
each reflecting a fragment of essence,
And the opposite hides within itself the dark light of knowledge;
in the endless night,
darkness becomes clear,
and light loses its contours,
An endless journey through the corridors of the mind,
where each thought is a labyrinth,
and each labyrinth a universe,
Deep truths, like falling stars,
crash into the ocean of my consciousness,
With them come shadows,
accompanied by the old songs of forgotten sirens,
Their voice is the echo of silence,
and their silence is a cry of longing,
An endless paradox,
where love is hate and hate is love,
I lose myself in these murky waters,
where fish swim backwards,
and waves dance to the rhythm of a forgotten time,
A time where each second is an eternity,
and each eternity a moment of awakening,
Deep truths,
like the autumn leaves that fall,
carried by the wind of melancholy,
They lay on the cold ground,
where the seeds of our dreams lie dormant,
In an endless rest,
until the eternal spring awakens them,
A rebirth from its own ashes,
like the Phoenix rising from the flames of oblivion,
Deep truths,
in which even the opposite contains a profound truth,
A dance of duality,
a waltz of the world we live in,
A world where we are prisoners and free,
at the same time,
in an eternal search for meaning,
Deep truths, like a never-ending story,
written on the parchment of the heart,
with the ink of our soul,
In a book we will read,
each time we close our eyes,
and dream...
On The Cosmic Wheel
....................................
The Potter turned
Threw elements’
Formed
a vase
From
Vaast
Baked
in Time
Curated
A container
Interest’ickingly...
He filled it with time.
There many a concepts :
Time is money. Value of time
Time is a measure. Time is eternal
Einstein’s take on time is full of humor-
"Time moves at One second per second “
It stops in the company of a beautiful woman."
Some theories on Time - seem to run in parallels
That Time is eternal_….Time contains all the Space
Time is the cause_…...Creates contains also destroys
Time is measure_......Birth, youth & death are ordained
Time is rhythm_.......Quantum pulse, measure, oscillation
Time is music_.......Rhythm & order, Beats and Harmonics
An intention_........Time is activated by the force of the Will
Our destiny -…….There has always been- ‘A Time in history’
It controls _.......As big as destiny. As intimate as the breath!
Contains _........Causation. Action. Desire. Karma. Fulfillment
Explains_.......Happening Occurring our Journeys in unknown
Livings _.... Ticking, pulsating, ambling along every moment
TIME.……………… …………….....PAST ...PRESENT..&....FUTURE
.............. Time does not die. It cannot be locked in a device
…………… …………………ConceptioN. .........................of TimE
…………TIME. ....Is it real.......OR....Is it a perception .
There is no perception of time if no creation-destruction
There is no perceptible Time, if no cycle of birth- death
(In sleep- awake it is, but where is time in dream state?
.
Death implies Birth...Birth of what is matter or spirit?
There is only the eternal; is unconstrained by Time”
Whatever be the arguments ...
There is one truth we can not deny...
Time is given to us to fulfill our Karmic journey.
We traverse Karmic fulfillments in given time.
Curiosity- Is Time contained in the Space?
Their a relationship between time-space
The movement of time makes creation.
The Advait view-(Time and Karma)
Karma within itself carries seeds...
Seeds of its own destruction.'
It implies-
All Karma will dissolve;
...in due course.
What stays...
IT is.
~
A packet of seeds I got in the mail
from China it said. Well, isn’t that swell?
Having nothing to do – thought I’d plant them for fun,
so I watered them daily beneath summer’s sun.
Next thing I knew, there were tiny tails showing!
Attached to those tails, hamster babies were growing!
I then took the packet the seeds had come in
and had its words translated by Doctor Chin.
He told me the females of hamsters Chinese
had incredible medical properties!
“Their ovaries,” he confided in me,
“are used to make Prolia. Rich you may be!”
Gobsmacked was I. I could sell to Big Pharma.
From stuff out of China there sure comes strange Karma!
Aug. 12, 2020 for Carolyn Devonshire's "Mystery Seeds" Poetry Contest
Note: While hamsters coming from seeds is ludicrous,
I find it hardly any less ludicrous than the fact that the
drug injected for two years into my body contains the
ovaries of Chinese hamsters! Freaking hamsters!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_hamster_ovary_cell
Pheromones divine, arise from within
Our presence is aware of each nuance
Soma nectar dew glistens on our skin
Endlessly replays, this beauteous dance
Vaporised self assigns no preference
To magnetic attribute manifest
Each love hue is imbibed with reverence
As heart delights, flowing through trough and crest
Space flickers, revealing void luminous
Expanded form contains the universe
Magical grace influx, polyphonous
An epiphany we cannot rehearse
Our body prism refracts God’s soft white light
Rainbow in full view, nurtures soul’s delight
11-March-2022
I am the Latch-Key Kid
When I go home, no tea on the table
I manage to make myself something to eat
The best that I am able
Mum and Dad at work till past eleven
So I just sit and watch TV
When they come home they go to bed
They have no time for me
At eight-thirty in the morning
My dad gives me a lift to school
He tells me to do as I’m told
And not to play the fool
The guy at the desk behind me
Starts kicking my chair leg again
I loudly express my opinion
And I’m rewarded with getting the cane
At lunchtime I sit in the canteen
And open up my lunch box
It contains a curled-up ham sandwich
“Is that all you’ve got” the guy next to me mocks
His lunch box is laden with sandwiches and crisps
And a slice of homemade chocolate cake
I really can’t remember
The last time I saw my mum bake
The school bell rings at three ‘o’ clock
And we all make a mad dash for the door
A bully pushes me over
And I end up on the floor
He looks down at me and says
“Are you going to tell your mam”?
If I stand up I’ll get knocked back down
So I might as well stay where I am
My books and homework are strewn on the floor
And they get trampled underfoot
Before the bully leaves
I get a firm kick in the gut
My school has zero tolerance for bullying
But complaints are not effective
If my parents report an incident
They're accused of being over-protective
Finally I get home
After taking the longer route
The bullies have stolen sweets from a timid new starter
And they’re sharing out their loot
I have my usual meal for tea
A plate of beans on toast
The best meal of my week
Is when mum cooks a Sunday roast
Later as I lay in bed
I hear the front door slam
I listen for the familiar sound
Of dad arguing with mam
Tomorrow is another day
But for me every weekday's the same
I am the latch-key kid
But I know I’m not to blame
Milton’s Paradise Lost is a book I sometimes dip into. For modern
readers it does not lend itself to a quick browse. It’s pretty clear from the
start who dunnit.
My version in paperback contains insightful explanatory notes.
Apparently “Science” in the Tempter’s words“ O Sacred,
Wise and Wisdom giving Plant, Mother of Science”,* being derived from the Latin verb “scire”, really means what we now understand as “knowledge”.
This note seems to be for the benefit of such innocents who are
unaware of the process of diachronic semantic change, and who
may also entertain misgivings about nuclear power plants.
Newton’s apple might jolt us into considering matters of considerable
gravity.
Today we are concerned more about fallout than with the Fall, more
with the atom than with Adam.
Science is not primarily concerned with moral questions, yet
we have all benefited from science. That science has also
furnished Man with the means of self-extermination and involves environmental pollution on a global scale we must accept as collateral damage, call it what you will.
Science is not primarily concerned with moral questions.
Even though scientific knowledge is based on the axiom that our sensory perceptions, the experiments, observations and theories of science cohere,
being phenomena in one and the same time-space continuum, a scientist
should not be diverted from his or her quest by troublesome thoughts about extraneous factors, be they social, political or moral in nature, that impinge on the awareness of one indivisible reality.
In Milton’s day “science” simply meant “knowledge”.
Milton was concerned with the problem of good and evil, the relationship of God and Man, the conflict between Truth and Mammon, not with the complex realities of our modern industrial high-tech world.
Perhaps cogito ergo sum, that premise of the modern scientific method, also has a moral dimension.
Milton’s Paradise Lost is a book I occasionally dip into.
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---------No umber ember embers remember-
----------1) eventually every photograph contains a ghost
----------H)ow fast is an instant tan bus
----------T)he Mother and the mother
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----------------------------------- -----------------is the scotish firth which is a river
---------------But the firth of fourth is real
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----------------------------------- -the kiss of Glasgow
-----------------R_eprimand some dope ladden chuckles
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-----------------anymore
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Today i went to Iceland
The supermarket not the place
Trying to find a short queue
Turns into a race
Elderly lady at the back
Tries to jump the queue
Those further forward voice their anger
“Hey, we were here before you”
The lady shrugs her shoulders
With two trifles in her hand
Standing ages just for that
Wasn’t what she had planned
Trolley at the front of the queue
Contains enough food to feed an army
Woman says “Most of it will get thrown away”
Queue looks at her as if she’s barmy
Small boy in a pushchair
Clamouring for his sweets
His mother says he'll have to wait
They're under the cooked meats
Man with a tray of lager
Legs buckling under the weight
He says they're for his party
From seven tonight until late
Someone gets tired of waiting
Puts her goods back on the shelf
She mumbles she's going to Asda
Where she can serve herself
Girl in the queue decides
She'll use her phone to pay her bill
The checkout girl says into her mike
“Can you open another till?”
Lager man gets restless
Drops his tray of cans on the floor
Pushes his way to the front of the queue
And dashes out through the door
The small boy thinks he’s waited
Long enough for his sweets
So he reaches out to the check-out
And helps himself to treats
The mother sees what he has done
And snatches back the loot
So the small boy retaliates
With a kick from his right foot
The queue is getting longer
And tempers start to tray
I put my basket on the floor
I’ll go back another day