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We are all but dreams of God,
Composed of flesh and bone,
Illuminating darkness with our senses.
Dimensionless infinity
Gets cold when you’re alone,
So the Muse of our existence
Pulls the blanket to Her chin.
And She dreams of little puppies.
And She dreams of falling down.
And She dreams about Her Mommy baking cookies.
And She’s frightened by the bogeyman
That hides beneath Her bed,
But comforted by teddy bears and dollies.
We are all but dreams of God,
Together and apart,
Confined within this bubble of perception,
For time and space are finite things
Through which The Sleeper’s art
Confides the inspiration
For the shimmer and the spin.
And it shimmers on the playground.
And it spins around the sun.
And it’s chased about by scientists and schoolboys
And it lights upon a blade of grass
And bursts upon a touch
While children chalk equations on the pavement.
We are all but dreams of God,
A range of subtle hues
That paint our waking world
With clear distinctions.
Yet we ourselves sketch Godly dreams,
Becoming then the Muse,
Imagining a purpose more profound
Than one within.
We are all but dreams of God.
Good night.
Pointing her index finger towards me,
with a frown asked the young fair lady,
"Do you know the definition of points?"
To me it was a big disappointment.
At that point among us ,the back benchers,
a discussion about lovers' point was 'on' there,
it was then the question was thrown to me,
"Answer must be to the point"yelled she!
Various points were coming to my mind then,
did she ask for 'point' or 'points' in question?
No point in asking her to repeat it,
started thinking about the point(s) little bit.
Seeing me blank and pointless till then,
one of the friend poke my back with pointed pen,
along it came a whisper in my ear,
"to pinpoint the answer you just look at her!"
As I looked at her reddened and angry face,
the answer came to my mind with a sudden flash,
"Madam,a point is a dimensionless slender dot,
just like your little cute beauty spot!"
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Placement:7th
Contest:What's the point?
Sponsor:Paula Swanson
By:kashinath karmakar(14th January 2011)
INTROSPECTION
“Intrinsic implicit immortal soul,”
Sincere sensible saints, sages said so.
Is it admissible? How could I know?
Ignorant me to play a puppet’s role.
Does inside mortal body reside soul?
Body dies out. Where does soul hide, or go?
Dimensionless? Opaque? Or shine to glow?
Is cycle of human life bound to roll?
Do animals, trees or microbes own soul?
Or, only humans are lucky to owe?
Human is animal, Nature to show.
Is human destined to different goal?
Body is alive till brain works and acts sole.
Brain stops functioning, body to forego.
If soul really exists, where can it go?
Is there separate hub to dwell for soul?
Do free souls just float in infinite space?
Or, rush to settle on novel fetus?
How is journey of immortality?
Do more souls sprout to match new living race?
Does soul exist in any living mass?
Or, souls just extend to infinity?
Rhyming style abba abba abba abba cde cde
"Walking on Water in the Between Worlds Place"
when darkness came
the remaining,
those beautiful
transingularity
neo-automatons,
imbued with dark matters
running through the wired
dendrites of their splintered brain,
where implanted, the voices
of the neo-god speaks
instructing those
voluptuous and fresh
criminal bodies
calling the hungry
and wanton in, like magnets -
the soft sell was easy.
all hard served, fast and slick.
at first visceral, then,
it was deemed
the intellect wasn’t
necessary -
the new sensual feeling,
bodies and mind
caressed by a
small Neuralink RFID.
like snow white
encased in silicate glass,
for a while asleep, when
turned on, very much
awake.
some called it,
the great gambling chip;
flashing light signals
heavy free energy sitting
on malleable shoulders
that danced wars robotic,
puppets chained and pulled
like walking torture chambers,
loaded cartridges spinning
metal hearts cloned to ignite
like atomic bombs kissing
seconds to midnight.
clockwork armies
were laid bare
by the fire behind
eyes alone, sharp knives
like lasers eviscerate
those transfixed to
a new state of -
"Behold
I am come
Home";
they all eventually
implode to the
nowhere place.
only Love injected
into what exists soulless
half djinn in that desolate
between worlds place,
with a kiss, passed on the
voiceless tongue,
the tablets, wafer thin,
now like Moses speak -
a new ecstasy
melting the monochrome
back to barely human
on their pronoun knees.
targets sometimes
could be saved
before the strangest
Winter arrived
in the underworld,
its new revolution -
revelations raging
in the time of the
chromatic wasting,
chronicles of the unsaved
walking on water
in the between worlds place
the children of Lot
lost in the grips
of the new world
that dreadful
dimensionless
judgement domain
forever in
episcop-alien
glitch
on repeat
repeat
repeat
repeat
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"We live dangerous lives
We have the power of will
We turn logic around
We feed the engine of change"
I awaken, alarmed by contagion’s dread,
by the advancing bubonic omen.
My muscular spasms unleash, involuntarily.
My astonished malediction yawns, cavernous.
I gawk vacantly in my remaining moments,
at icy stones beneath my trembling feet.
Just a prisoner, I conclude.
Just an incorrigible coward.
Inconsolable, impotent, lachrymose,
I await my execution.
My penalty decreed in infectious agent.
My sentence prescribed in replicating pathogen.
Cacophonous are my incessant night terrors,
allying insomnia with somnambulism,
compounding calamity with conception.
No redemption in these ranting forecasts.
But I cannot reduce the fever.
And raving violence only deepens.
Yet, when capacity breathes hush in my channel,
I close my eyes.
Letting go is migrating sentience.
I am the silent release departing.
With my interior eye of providence,
I verify the amber brilliance,
this luz de Amarillo,
The Quaker’s inner light.
The Hindu’s moksha.
The Shaker’s simple gifts.
The Buddha’s luminous mind.
Dimensionless.
Breathing again, radiant rapture quenching.
Breathing again, from the riverbank,
watching mortal suffering float by.
And in Yoga, the knots of trauma
dispel from my vertebrate. My spinal lesson,
the simplest song for which I find no words.
My lives and deaths are passing weather systems.
Forbearance offers pristine extinction.
We may liken head as Hiranyagarbha
Containing manifested universe within
The dimensionless Anahata an enigma
Residence of Atma in stillness sanguine
Upon cosmic egg splitting arises duality
Male & female energies fuse in the heart
Giving rise to bliss of explosive intensity
Moment to moment ignition does restart
Gurus divine blessing as rod of initiation
Enlivening within form enabled lifetrons
Thus arises from root to crown bliss elation
The pulse of bliss at each moment reborn
There is no finality upon this pathless path
The divine love imbibed in hues beauteous
Each moment in the pulse a holy sabbath
Resonating with the divine play continuous
Our affirmation no validation of this secret
Each in aloneness receives as of their merit
31-July-2020
"I Am You"
Each petal
a second
unfolding
dissolves
unicursal
mirrored
third eye
central
seated
at the
place
of
meditative
empty
rhyme
violet white jewel
crown universal
dimensionless
dreams
open portal
fear and pain
no longer
speak
no longer
hold
time
dimensionless
dreams
open portal
violet white jewel
crown universal
Each petal
a second
unfolding
dissolves
unicursal
mirrored
third eye
central
seated
at the
place
of
meditative
empty
rhyme
No longer
riddles
Understood
the
rapturous
colour
of
emptied
words
golden light
reflects
in my mirrors
I Am
Love
Speaks
the Divine
I Am
You
in your mirrors
golden light
reflects
on
emptied
words
symbols
and
signs
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
6th
Third Eye.
https://www.yogiapproved.com/om/the-third-eye-chakra-how-it-connects-us-to-our-intuition/
7th
Crown.
https://www.yogiapproved.com/om/the-crown-chakra-how-it-connects-you-to-the-divine/
https://gemstagram.com/facts-about-crown-chakra/
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strewn on the laboring dark much too quenched
by the very ink of a smothering wind, her layered cry
out-thumps a mortal bid of wretched reels defining
some plea of farewell, “ go and leave me to dwindle
in the dust; save yourself if you must!”… her vanishing
beads of rosary melt on the salt of a thunder groan
withering among phantoms of shapeless, unknown sands
now so ravaged by the stark black of a night disheveled
by hairs of fear and rotting despair. it is said that a flicker
of moon throbbing inside her reached out , extracting this
sliver of light to glimmer among her inner veins,
that for some blessed hint of phoenix rising
she clasps that golden orb whirling on a dot
of flame, as if to whisper,” claim me in your hands
and release this golden ray.. let it touch his head,
across the blind drifts of vapors cast by
Laverna's spell. be the one.. be one to bridge the light.”
as blankness looms between curtains of time tipsy,
her knees figure in a sway limping yet running in a daze
beyond a dimensionless pace opening a gateway that zooms
glittering spins unto his cinder-ash head… and his power
flashes a might of bolt piercing the blank gloom of doom,
an exuberant eternal dawn burns where life forms arise.
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*Laverna--- Roman Goddess of the Underworld
(( for Matt Caliri’s “ Finish the Dream “ Contest ))
Drowning in this abyss,
I lay down flat after a long thrive.
I sink down deep, I strangely feel alive,
Always into taking those chances,
I admit I was a bit naïve.
The pain numbs all the high,
it numbs all the excite.
It’s intoxicating how alluring this game is,
I slip through the depths more,
Echoes of beeps going dryer;
As it messes with my wires,
My heart is at peace finally, Oh! this ambushed fire.
I feel serene,
I bet this was the only way out of the scene.
I did not run, I escaped
I have no regrets, after all I saw were facades.
The abyss is calm, unlike the tempest of my senses
If these orbs were to grant me a boon,
I’ll wish for conscious’ pulse to stop functioning soon.
Let me drift into nothingness,
I am not demoralized,
After all I always thought of life substantiality as useless.
Without being materialized,
I prefer to just exist 'dimensionless'.
SOULS in EARTH
“Intrinsic implicit immortal soul,”
Sincere sensible saints, sages said so.
Is it admissible? How could I know?
How does Absolute Truth play its role?
Does inside mortal body reside soul?
Body dies out. Where does soul hide, or go?
Dimensionless? Opaque? Or shine to glow?
Is cycle of human life bound to roll?
Do animals, trees or microbes have soul?
Or, only humans are lucky to own?
Neither proved nor definitely known.
Is human destined to different goal?
Body is alive till brain works and acts sole.
Brain stops functioning, body to forego.
If soul really exists, where can it go?
Is there separate hub reserved for soul?
Do free souls just float in infinite space?
Or, rush to settle on novel fetus?
Do more souls sprout to match new living race?
Does soul exist in every living mass?
Who can search and tell of Absolute Truth?
Eternal query goes on through ages.
To get answer is not easy or smooth
for educators or saints or sages.
Are souls entitled to put any wish !
Or are bound te to follow scheduled path !
Anywhere in Universe or in Earth?
Reincarnation or Metamorphosis ?
06/18/18