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as a module of God omnipresent
one with oneness, dwelling in the vast void
as of heart’s desire, we chose to ensoul
a fetus unborn, pure and unalloyed
the terrain mapped and territory marked
we as living light for our earth sojourn
slowed down vibrations, crystallised in form
willingly burning in mind-body urn
here we are then but not on a mere whim
aim of the game was to become the flame
to which end, making head and heart align
tempests of thoughts became easy to tame
light transformed organic form made of dust
we became free from bondage to space-time
ego whence felled, delusion was dispelled
in marked territory, soothed by love’s chime
Liquid light crystallised as blood
Entwines with pranic magnetism
God's life force in incessant motion
Enlivening organic mind-body form
Forming an ego to navigate earth
Which is driven by survival instinct
Ego seeks our undivided attention
Within this world of myriad illusions
To enhance thus it’s own well being
Given this preamble, the path is clear
For soul to again become living light
Here and now, within this materiality
Keeping attention fixated on the truth
In alignment with voice of conscience
With our heart rooted in purity of being
We yet have to walk the talk, however
Moment to moment, breath by breath
22-October-2022
where adolescence melts into adulthood, regrets crystallised,
where a musician’s fingers move along trumpet or oboe, notes faded -
there my soul slips into a sunset, a sea
where autumn leaves red crunch into winter, freezing coughs of flour,
where ice cubes thaw in garden glasses forgotten, covered in the flies of summer -
there my soul slips into a sunset, a horizon
where confidence moulds into arrogance, unknown into undiscovered into blind misunderstanding,
where suggestion develops rule becomes law forms ink on parchment, wax sealed -
there my soul slips into a sunset, a wave
where foot meets earth and hand caresses air,
where cloth kisses skin and beast hunts prey, silent fire -
there my soul slips into a sunset, a dusk ignorance of time
passing
Crystallised energy
Emanating from the source
Caged in space & time
As matter coarse
Life as consciousness
Innate in all manifestation
Gods very presence
As the throb of sensation
Lifetrons in form spawned
Being breathed by His power
Each destined to ascend
Swathed in a bliss shower
Just as God has total freedom
We too are granted some free will
We may indulge in ego cravings
Or ascend by simply being still
The natural choice being of alignment
Ever ecstatic in the elixirous current
Or if stagnative in ego borne attachment
We suffer contraction of discontentment
Eventually the narrowing oscillation
Draws in opposing polarities in union
Awaking entails following the suggestion
Of throbbing love in unbound elation
Thus when we choose to exit the game
Of the pulse contracting & expanding
Depends upon our own free will
To reclaim blissful presence self illumining
02-September-2020
In the chasm of my mind
Where many tears have crystallised;
becoming stalagmites and stalactites -
To have had, and to have held;
To have lived, and to have died
To all life’s happenings, good and ill,
For restitution and solace now seek their place,
Many eyed beasts crave the crumbs of the waste -
wasted years, and scorn fed tears , they lay in the hidden caves of the recesses of my mind…
I will look up to the hills
And feed upon the sunrise,
My need is saturated in Your love;
I am bathed in Your light
And swaddled in Your cloak of righteousness
As Surely as goodness and mercy are at my side, I seek no comfort here,
for I am sustained by the fount of all blessings
And by the Eventide when I find myself at The Great River,
I will be ready to cross.
Naomi Rainbow
Inspired by the Bridal painting of the Empress Elisabeth of the 19th century Austro-Hungarian Empire -
Elegance, strength as elegance,
elegance of spirit personified as if this extraordinary elegance
was born to be, beyond the devestation of mortals,
so far outside the boundries of the base & banal ravishings
prevelant within peoples' passions and purposes,
escaping expectations of equality,
graciousness was alive within her
like a landscape loved & leavened by a monogamous moonlight,
ebony overcome by the invigoration of ivory,
realising that genuine grace is a monument
of courage confronting chaos, crystallised composure,
she being a template and temple for hopefuls,
in all my experience I have witnessed no woman more ready for power,
more savoring for sacrafice, more able to abate avarice & acrimony,
Elisabeth, the emerald of an Empire,
Mother to minions, mistress of the misery & magnificence of the multitudes,
Master of the stout & savant,
such precocious puissance of personality, regal resilience,
my imagination renders eagles delivering sustenance to her,
bees bringing heavenscent -
J.A.B.
The mass production of coal is dead,
Buried infer lamps carried on the head,
Halogen miners sang the unforgiving dirge,
With fragments of flaky particles emerge,
Drilling hammers that smote the ground,
Never again to hear its rumbling sound.
Voices roar like dragons in damp vapour,
Highlighted the dangerous drudgery caper.
Its miners turn to face the cold idle breeze
Lusty diggers of cave brought to their knees.
Dust off running tears in nocturnal eyes
Sparkled pay in dissonant redundancies.
Tipping poison pouring out of their coat,
Coals brightly burn diamonds in the heat.
Hem and skirt tossed away in good wave,
The blockade collapsing stairs of the brave.
Sad hearts dramatically ending the way of life,
Kiss the face pioneers abandon with cheek.
Dirty power of bygone industrial revolution,
The demise ends centuries of veiled tradition.
Looks that is lost on the cloudy grey glare,
Tunnels bearing signature of the slender tear.
Tattoo rippled down on jagged wall mirrors,
Romantic fires to stare at the mantle towers.
Underground roads in loops of fuel suspended,
Prison row of tombs lay silently on the cold bed.
Rock fractals calling from cold depth of earth,
Snuffed out the foggy union in oblivious wrath.
Dripping tar brooms lay on the dormant floor,
Once supplied daily ration meals for the poor.
Now the pit is shut leaving the empty trucks,
Pulling the souvenirs bearing burden buckets.
Into the nostril part of murky breath exhale,
Indifference steps crystallised among the stubble.
Can we face climate change of clean living?
In the beautiful candescent global warming.
PARTURATION berthing the inpiration
simultaneous
visions,
mutli-layered
inspiration:
innovative
coherence
now apparent,
broken
syntax
in semantic
ambiguity...
unresolved
inspiration burns
turns a spark
from the tinder
of imagination
into a flame..
a flame
that gathers up
experience
burnishes and
refines
a nugget of emotion
into an image, then
crystallize as a phrase
to become
a spoken word,
a voice
from
the seeing eye
bursts of
creativity..
...short-lived....
colourful
caberets
exercises in
inspiration:
fearless
interaction
of parody and
sentiment..
in wordplay:
interspersed
crafting
of sensibilities
in compositions
....incarnate
A now moment,instantaneous,
parentage unknown,alive borne
of inspiration.Scattered here and there,
colours everywhere.The inner made
outer.Inherent originality conceived,
perceived,crystallised,the beneath
now in relief,of line,spot,point and
dab upon a canvas,to dry before the
eye.Succinct,complete of itself, never
to be reproduced it stays unique,of
me,for all to see.Of me,was once,this,
must art elsewhere,forever did depart.
I look upon it now,and wonder how!
someone asked and so we revealed
112 meditations that heart be healed
essentially there are three categories
to these beautiful meditation stories
and as of inclination we can so choose
stillness resonating as of soul’s muse
the first part deals with divine energy
bringing head and heart into synergy
that kundalini, chi or Holy Spirit may rise
bliss in permanence being offered prize
wherein we imbibe wisdom from heaven
through and within in-form chakras seven
the next sections urge us to choose silence
we rest in awareness sans thought violence
becoming empty within, our ego recedes
residual will we hold onto, doership concedes
nonchalant to outcomes, free from desire
fears too disappear and our soul is all afire
in the third level, we completely disappear
sense of separation ends, we feel God appear
we behold our true Self as God’s living light
ineffable peace in within, gift of clear sight
bilocating between crystallised form and space
each breath we take partakes of God’s grace
His scarlet head droops
towards his soulless emerald chest.
Perched upon a fruitless branch,
his spiritless eyes stare
at the emptiness of freedom.
Above, streaks of ruby hints
flow among coral flamingo shades,
as golden streaks swim through
crystallised kaleidoscopic skies -
but he feels no enthusiasm to fly.
What he thought would set him free,
has left his heart a companion-less hostage.
A lovebird without a purpose,
he is unable to warble a melody,
nor whistle for the love he left behind.
Raindrops splash his forlorn feathers,
he is too scared stiff to spread his wings.
His heart thumps like thunder,
as flashbacks of sitting, singing and locking beaks,
with feasts of berries, apples and seeds,
are regretful reminders of his misjudgement.
As he falls,
his last thoughts -
maybe freedom is not all that it seems..
Silent One
22 September 2019