Long Decoyed Poems
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Oblivious to love’s heat,
mind was unable to tweet
scents that pervaded the air,
seeking a lifelong affair.
Save in silence, we are bound
to dark desires that confound
but if we’re still, voids soon fill,
making swift ascent uphill.
Knowing we’ll return to dust,
to what avail’s savage lust,
denying us love’s embrace
and benedictions of grace?
May each breath be intimate,
wherein polarities mate,
that as bliss rapture heightens,
our soul’s auric field brightens.
Aligned with the cosmic hum,
we’ll feel God’s magnetism strum
thirty three notes on our spine,
making us on earth divine.
Being by thought forms decoyed,
bigots notice not the void,
falling to ego stalking,
they’re like a dead man walking.
Hemmed in within the boundaries of form,
I looked in wonderment at boundless space
and melding therein felt bliss stirrings warm,
rising from heart as outpourings of grace.
In time dissolved stillness, I stood thus still
and without any doing on my part,
soma nectar flowed; I drank to my fill,
throbbing with rapture, adding love to cart.
Space then God’s womb and body a bubble,
I shifted attention to the vast void,
feeling breath by breath ecstasy double,
no longer thereafter by fears decoyed.
Free and unbound, I’m now one with life’s flow,
transformed as a bliss mist, always aglow.
26-December-2022
Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
vasanas or tendencies cage our soul
being the instincts to which we are bound
whence in stupor thus, our heart not feel whole
yet through consciousness correction, joy’s found
holding still focus in the vibrant void
witnessing the ebb and flow of urges
we’re then not by our impulses decoyed,
since light of true Self within heart surges
watchful awareness, breath by breath maintained
slowly brings about a consciousness shift
that we be from ego cravings unchained
reclaiming soul’s light, no longer adrift
there are no shortcuts; there’s work to be done
if we truly seek with God to be one
Fully present in the pulsating now,
embracing and releasing flow of life,
vibrant and aglow, letting God endow,
invoking grace thus, we become bliss rife.
Our pristine presence, as such in monk mode,
having relinquished both fear and desire,
dwells for the most part, in heart’s love abode,
having no earthy goals left to aspire.
We do nothing yet all doings are done
and as the false falls away, we behold
that in truth, we are with existence one,
living light of Self, innocent and bold.
Attention animated, we are still,
having surrendered fully, to God’s will.
Having surrendered fully, to God’s will,
hemmed in by senses and encased in form,
we feel soul’s light, in moments when we’re still;
rapture renewal, a benign bliss storm.
Our awareness, independent of thought,
is at all times resplendent in its light,
recognising that in this dream we ought
view the pulse dual, with spherical sight.
Breath by breath as such, aboard God’s bliss bus,
living internally, feeling joy rise,
highs and lows of life, no longer nonplus,
as we delight in each offered surprise.
No longer then by lower mind decoyed,
our vibrant presence, dwells in the vast void.
Our vibrant presence, dwells in the vast void,
which is not to say we negate pleasure
but since we’re no longer by desires toyed,
the caress of love is all we treasure.
Save emoting love, what is there to do,
given that God dwells within every heart,
the clear truth of which if everyone knew,
we’d deem all souls as one and none apart.
No doubt in timeless time, mankind will learn,
to live in peace under the oneness sign
but for the moment, we suffer and burn,
till the day we choose with love to align.
Tango dancing with bliss, to God we bow,
fully present in the pulsating now.
The truth is in here, not out there ~
We’re luminous soul, self-aware
~ quote by poet
Our heart recalls, we’re living light
but lower mind leads us astray.
God’s grace alone, bestows clear sight.
Blue skies turn grey and so we pray,
hoping against hope to be blessed
but lower mind leads us astray.
It’s time oh hermit, we undressed,
resting cravings of our ego,
hoping against hope to be blessed.
Choosing then, to make thought flow slow,
we plunge into the vibrant void,
resting cravings of our ego.
No longer by erst fears decoyed,
as truth of soul we realise,
we plunge into the vibrant void.
Ceasing to weigh, measure or size,
our heart recalls, we’re living light.
As truth of soul we realise,
God’s grace alone, bestows clear sight.
09-April-2023
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Inklings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
It's dark in here and we're caged in, please set us free,
that innate childlike innocence flows like the breeze,
is our appeal to whatever forces that be,
infusing in heart, bliss rapture in a slow tease.
One without a second is God's light absolute,
which we cannot attain but yet can so become,
if head melds with heart, aligned with love, resolute,
knowing that in God's home we are always welcome.
Negating then, whatever confines and limits,
we shift softened attention into the vast void,
as magnetism propels us to heaven's summits,
therein at last no longer by ego decoyed.
Hush the blush weary hermit and simply know this ~
We are he who we seek; truth, existence and bliss.
20-October-2022
Notes:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satcitananda
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Am_That
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mah%C4%81v%C4%81kyas#Tat_Tvam_Asi
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mah%C4%81v%C4%81kyas
Simply by applying the brakes on thought,
our attention poised in the vibrant void,
we are no longer by fear forms decoyed
entwined with existence, to be self-taught.
Vicarious knowing reduced to naught,
we rest even the wisdom of Pink Floyd,
so vaporised self not by ego toyed,
we reclaim inner light, which we forgot.
We ourselves are the light, which we did seek
but had imposed on awareness, a veil,
in pursuit of desire mirroring fear,
which now that we have stopped energy leak,
enables us an earth to hoist love's sail,
whereupon we feel God's presence draw near.
02-June-2023
Someone asked us how we began,
in as what was our truth search plan
and the path to which we were drawn
to perform a consciousness scan?
We sleep when we’re prompted to yawn,
awaking to vibrance of dawn,
table laid for joy readymade,
soul transforming as life flows on.
Let us then call a spade a spade,
saying God’s always at our aid,
which we know not, for we’re in thought,
assigning our ego a grade.
In strobes of love and light we’re taught,
recognised if heart be not taut,
for which if we befriend the void,
we’ll frolic carefree as we ought.
No longer then by mind decoyed,
childlike heart pure and unalloyed,
lighting the lamp of love within,
God’s grace ignites our head ovoid.
Life is a dream, know there’s no sin.
Breath by breath let’s anew begin.
God dwells in the cave of our heart.
He calls to us; plunge in therein.
With your dad idling in a box stand for huge bucks.
Over time, you're fled with mates, proving plucks.
After all, swiftly, your kids start engaging in sport.
Over the eager mass, they may trap your caring snort.
The sensitive inner voice is voraciously unhappy.
A bird in an enclosure inside a parent's bravery!
It mused with sails when tackled with the ocean.
It stood back from the nest in awe for heaven.
It draped blaze in such a way to reach the moon.
And strayed the long-appreciated rules of the boon,
Also, hypothesize what our flawed eyes might follow.
From that ugly lofty position of vehement sorrow!
For the dirt's posterity, this is precisely madness.
To confide in ocean's furls their home excess.
We are thrust in the hardness of your wings.
Anyhow, the fore divided signs of airy plings.
If you're ripe to revere those who heaved you,
Besides, all other bodies sailing by your view,
And acclaim the person who conceives you from the void.
To arise as an idiosyncratic being, yet not decoyed.
Written: February 04, 2022
Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
The truth eternal must not come and go
and so beginning with this preamble,
if wisdom of sages we wish to know,
we must not allow thought forms to ramble.
Thought cessation requires our surrender,
being akin to plunging in the void,
wherein our softened attention tender,
is no longer by lower mind decoyed.
Time stretched tranquil silence is resisted
by ego since it needs thoughts to survive,
so it manifests in heart doubts twisted,
that soul’s light be dimmed and fears again thrive.
As this see saw battle twirls us around,
in moments of silence, heart stands its ground.
In moments of silence, heart stands its ground,
so all that remains, is to stretch the gap,
that pristine presence be not in fears drowned,
as ties with delusion we choose to snap.
However, as long as there be desire,
mirrored by fear, rooted in attachment,
ego cravings compel us to aspire
until by free will we choose detachment.
Seeing ego has nothing to offer,
we hold steady our resolve to be still,
accepting embrace which bliss beats proffer
and by doing so, voids within soon fill.
God dwells in our heart and we hear His call;
that we’re living light, we slowly recall.
That we’re living light, we slowly recall,
first in dreams and then in the waking state,
as we are blown away by a bliss squall,
delivering us straight to heaven’s gate.
Standing beyond space and the flow of time,
we see without mirrors, truth of our Self,
feeling within heart, silent life pulse chime,
in peace as music plays on by itself.
Life continues to flow on as before
but now we are no longer deluded
and although tranquil heart seeks no encore,
story of our soul is not concluded.
Wisdom of the ancients, we now know;
the truth eternal must not come and go.