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The first time I heard it my heart jerked,
And upon its frantic search I embarked;
The more I discovered the more the mystery it held,
And the more I guessed, the more it bore out all my surmises,
Until a victim to an uncertainty I became,
A prisoner to unpredictable surprises.
When I thought I's fed up with my wild fancy and turned to go
(I wouldn't continue doing the same thing for it had begun to bore),
The Name's mystery held me back
(Somehow my mind had to it permanently stuck),
And every time I whined that I wanted to leave,
The Name urged me a little more to believe
And assured that it would be my hope both night and day.
It proved to me that once you began the engaging play,
The Name entrapped the whole of your life!
And today I'm happy for my discovering a Magical Name;
Though it held me a prisoner to its belief,
By it I've soared all the ladders of opulence and fame;
Through it I've found for my life profound calm and relief.
A New Year, soon we'll spend,
Because this one will end.
Christmas will leave with cheer-
Direct us to next year;
Engaging us to then
Find ways to start again.
Get fresh, blank pages to
Have time to regroup, do
Ideal plans on hold-
Just could not start- unfold.
Kindled days reborn,
Leave past excuses torn.
Make way for fresher thought-
New outcomes to be sought
Offering great ways-
Pursuing fuller days.
Questions- no or yes
Resolves what to address.
Solve errors from the past;
Turn to outcomes that last.
Undo what makes us sad-
Voice those that make us glad.
With future choices made,
X-out the ones that fade.
Yes! New Year's plans will give
Zest-filled days to live.
I stopped at a rock eternal and free,
In mineral apparency to pronounce the gee;
No alternative life forces of strong or weak measure,
Only meaning - pure, rugged truth to pleasure.
Aligned with flower, hill, mountain, lion, bird,
Gliding through evolution to before the unseen third;
Taxonomy lived and cradled the morphemes marked,
Abstraction fired, dynamising the box of the larked.
Evolution converged into this one rock,
Into its within, the pinnacle, the spot;
Diversities of plumage, colour, mutation and ugly,
Kissed and drove the beauteous into the pure lovely.
Feeling that purpose exists - rationality sparked,
Spirited from a permanency permeating the parked;
As all life unravelled from its completeness harked,
Blood pulsed into wrists complementing the marked.
Logic resided firmly within the rock, but with arms open,
Axiom, predicate and proposition did talk,
Maths derived particle law, somatics, spread, order,
Genetic drift claimed the formulaic functions of red border.
God glimpsed silently not wanting to unfairly relate,
Or intrude uninvited, backwards at engaging the gait,
Nor saying, hello nor barking at this maker of this life,
Allowing a reciprocal glimpse to fetch his quivering fife.
Goodness existed needing coursing expression, for me,
For others, for warm, for distance with respect to see,
Foundations deep tentatively approached, shimmying forwards,
My glinting understanding of my navigation, my way - towards.
Changed by this meeting, positively forever and for all,
The place, the loci stood arriving in my hall;
The kindness afforded in remembering the Bang, the starts,
Cuddled the indestructibility of the immortality that departs.
Invoking bliss magnetism, let heart sing,
aware at all times of this simple fact:
the idea or thought is not the thing,
of the fruit we taste and deeds we enact.
We are merely one of the many forms
manifest upon this earth realm dual,
wherein each entity goes through life’s storms,
suffering unless love be soul’s fuel.
Futile and needless are ego spawned tricks,
deludedly engaging in doership,
since it’s love alone that resolves conflicts,
so let heart’s mindfulness be our worship.
Behold birds cross hemispheres without fear ~
Our heartbeat signals God’s presence is near
Our heartbeat signals God’s presence is near,
warming this form made of organic dust,
so by lending strobes of silence our ear,
in time love replaces animal lust.
In our life, needless is struggle and strife,
for at end of days, love alone remains,
so if we but let God be the midwife,
soul’s liberated from ego spawned chains.
In silence there is no energy leak,
enabling God’s spirit to manifest,
so getting out of our way, so to speak,
as witness consciousness we simply rest.
Nothing need be done, save coming undone ~
Recognise dear heart, God and we are one
Recognise dear heart, God and we are one,
simply feeling His breath in us that flows,
restoring our light, shining like the sun,
repaying debts of love, which our soul owes.
All doings are done by God’s hand alone,
wherein all He asks is that we be still,
awestruck beholding inner light full blown,
whereupon all dark voids within us fill.
Just as we’re immersed in dreams every night,
shrugging it off on waking at sunrise,
from this world too, one day we will alight,
if we but release each offered surprise.
Dwell not overmuch on soul’s broken wing ~
Invoking bliss magnetism, let heart sing
TIME THIEF...MUSINGS OF THE LAY..
I awoke an hour past mid-nite
oh what peace everyone is dreaming
made some warm milk cocoa
turned radio on.. tv on
am now multi-taskin..
stolen away by sweet sleep
right there on the couch...
couch potato now dreaming..
dreaming of strange lands
dream tourism is in vogue...
woken my house help preparing tea
she gives me a puzzled stare..
may be the boxer shorts am wearing..
have her vexed.. cud be.shes just sleepy
its already daylight.... already...
partake a luke-warm shower.
no time to get the water properly heated
rushing to the shuttle stage..
boarding a shuttle..engaging the driver.
alighting.... usual stage guru nanak hospital..
the guru ramgaria looks at me... or..
looks at the sky..we call him kalasinga
i ponder what the good guru was thinking..
staring to the sky..
idle thought.. short walk i arrive...
gad gados headquaters....
every one today is late..but...
but the hr ...shes already in..
i say hello she appears not to hear..
i sleek slowly toward my work station
TD B our receptionist arrives late..
we ponder over the why.. everyone's late
come up with the time thief theory
according to RU and TE..
May be the good guru knows...
the guru on the poster
daily trains... trains his creamy red eyes
to the heaven in artistic communion....
the believers in him.. call him-enlightened one
us.... we find all of them weird.. intolerance?..
the artistic guru was there when
the superhighway was built...
when the terrorist bombed a shuttle
when our countries CEO was acquitted
by the imperialist court..
the artistic guru must know
must know.. who stole our time
he keeps looking to the sky
they say hes enlightened..
i say ted.. the guru knows.knows time.
of time thief's and time snatchers
here at gadgados we watch-out
watch out against.. or for
a different kind of thief
who has a very long hand...
Lewis k Nyaga
eastern african maritime.. 0915hrs
My life seems to last forever now that I’ve start aging
The sudden onset aches and pains start engaging
My home is in a theme park petting zoo where other animals live and rest
Each day zoo attendants feed, water, and groom us to look our best for our guests
These little creatures called Children come into the petting zoo
With the sounds of ooohs, aaahs of surprise as they walk through
Sheep, goats, rabbits, to feed and interact physically with safety
Some of these little creatures try to chase me, some of us get shaky
A tall creature with a long mane and forelock yells, “Wait a minute baby!”
Is this tall creature going to save me?
A young pony, a true friend is 7 hands at the wither not as tall as me
Wearing a blanket and saddle for a rider to sit, and bridle to guide in safety
Zoo attendants teach the proper ways to handle animals
while brushing my forelock, poll, croup, and withers
They lift my gaskin the area behind my leg between the stifle and hock pointing to my fetlock explaining that is actually more like the ball of the foot on a human
Naming my coronet where it meets my hoof down to my frog; a highly elastic wedge-shaped mass on the underside of the hoof and supports both locomotion and circulation
When all is done the attendant extending a hand placing a treat close to my muzzle treating us with love and kindness, as we bubble full of admiration
10/20/2016
Horses - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
use the following words
Muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll, croup, gaskin, frog, hoof and coronet.
As I sit here now to ponder and really start to wonder
Just what the world would be without a sound.
No noises to distract me, instead I find it could be
A quiet silence noticed all around.
No sound of children’s laughter when each other they’d run after
Brings squeals with such delight when they are caught.
Not to hear their happy chatter, on subjects that do matter
But silent conversation meaning naught.
Never hear that one word "Mum" from the lips of my dear son
Would be something that I really could not bear.
Not to hear when my child sings, and the joy to me that brings
Instead, I’d stand in silence and just stare.
Not the tweeting of a bird, and this sound be never heard
As it sits and chirps quite early in the morn.
Or the rooster as it crows, just because it really knows
It’s time to break night’s silence with each dawn.
Or the patter of the rain upon roofs tops once again
And loud thunder, then the lightning in a storm.
Not to hear the big waves smash, upon the rocks as they do crash
Without their sound could only watch them form.
Never hear the music play sweet melodies throughout the day
Or listen to the dialogue from the shows.
Nor hear some conversation, while waiting at a station
And miss the train’s high whistle when it blows.
And I would surely feel alone without my telephone
Its ring will make me run to take the call.
Just in time I would retrieve it, pick up and then receive
A friendly voice; disturb me not at all.
So, I won’t be beholden or say “Silence is so Golden”
I’d rather have this noisy world around.
Thank the Lord now for my hearing, such sounds that are endearing
A silent world I hope I never find.
We are co-empathically wealthy,
at least potentially,
because our universal
polypathic polycultural
polyphonic engaging communions
polyvagally biosystemic
co-arise individually polynomial values
Healthy
when egocenters become re-sourced
re-centered
re-created
resonant with sacred transparent meaning
rediscovered
in secular vocational purpose
co-passionately healing
Co-intelligently restoring
bicamerally re-storying
dialogue bilaterally communicating
binomial heart-felt compassions
more than swollen anthro-elitist
dispassions
Of Truth exhaled
often engaged in deep listening
for integrity's potential Beauty,
Synergy's promised Trust,
Harmony's impassioned echoing
timeless Thrust.
I am a wild Pallas, so get out of my way.
I am determined to get back to my kits today
They are high away from people in the Tibetan Plateau
Please leave me alone, for I can be aggressive, you know.
I am trotting to my kits, so stay out of my way.
I am the fluffiest cat, but not here to be social or play.
I am heading toward rocky terrain, my bushy tail held high.
If you think we are going to interact, you have got the wrong guy.
My stocky build makes me kind of slow, all right.
So if you insist on engaging, I will stay and fight.
I have adopted to the cold, which is what I prefer.
Don’t expect a housecat, I have no gentle purr.
Kids are clearly seen through their sheer innocence,
and giving a kiss is a spontaneous gesture
they return without any expectations and there's no malice
in that, or need for engaging in adventure.
How do they learn to express friendship on a given day?
They see how we show it through warm kisses
and perform them among themselves in an innocuous way;
oh, hear their loud laughter displaying cute faces!
My first kiss felt like the balmy spring wind caressing a fragrant rose,
and the longer I delayed it, the more I seem to enjoy it....
while Erica, the red-haired girl, was too shy but consented it;
and I, a starry-eyed Romeo, amused my Juliet with the longest prose.
Innocent times were part of a gentler era
when giving kisses and embracing was a manifestation of affection
somehow truer than the ones that are given today to escape tension;
let me recollect the one I gave to pretty Erica!