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Just as we breathe
With effortless ease
Automatically
Unthinkingly
Let our reflex instinct
Be empowered & distinct
Radiating love divine
Seeking to align
All who we touch by sight
With thought in fond delight
Both alive & dead
In books or on internet read
All with no exclusion
No discrimination
Equal joyful elation
In our constant meditation
Pure intent with but one aim
Awakening love in all the same
As vibrational alignment
With Ohm in bliss enlivenment
Thus moment to moment
Love outpouring omnipotent
As a mist of golden light
Heals & delights
Enigmatically
Osmotically
All touched by mind & sentience
In pure childlike innocence
Just as no name we assign
To the sublime divine
Person by person layer by layer
We envelope in our prayer
Resolutely
Magically
Until the meditation
Becomes our flowing orientation
Moment to moment day & night
Outcomes any our transmission bright
As the singular absolute vibration
Ohm with which we are in resonation
Self illuminating divine entwined radiance
Each in aloneness reclaiming luminescence
POINT ZERO
Birth slipped into fast flowing
rivers of patterned fissures
her arching brows brazen
searching sagaciously
microscoping every moment
tangoing across thorny
thickets
Hope gazed at her prayer
puzzle poised with pensive
pencils plaintively planting
plantains for pink parakeet
caressing spines singing
softly stirring custard
pudding
Love thought she was best
berry fruit from which fragrant
juice poured jetting jewels
a silver sabre silently stared
further from truth she stood
a sacked saga sagged
Death smiled enigmatically
held Birth, Hope and Love
in oblong esteem observing
Time’s oval ovaries to strike
sublime a node through
which she sodium sucked
Point Zero zipped in sidelong
zaps dishing each zappy
zodiac zones showering
all four with Infinity’s
zygotes zooming
Point Zero was Hero !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2021
Pure awareness
Unattached to form
Just IS
As it IS
Complete
But since the awareness wishes
Choicelessly wishes
To engage in movement
It does
Creating matter
And energising it
With a part of itself
Without reducing itself
Or being affected by matter
Though in it, with it
And so
Matter ...
Or consciousness
Thus energised
By awareness
Yawns
Stirs
Stretches
Awakens
And becomes itself ...
Awareness
There then being no difference
No separateness
Between the awareness
That brought this awareness
Into being
And ITSELF
The human form
Of consciousness
Is the latent awareness
Having already yawned
Already stirred
And now awakening
Within form
To become awareness
Pure awareness
Without form
The body
An instrument magnificent
Enigmatically magnificent
Within which
Consciousness detects
Grid lines that connect ...
The entire body itself ...
Completely
Each grid line
Having nodes
These nodes are then occupied
Energised
By awareness
Making them conscious
Just as awareness
Once made consciousness awareness
And so
Each node is now consciousness
Enabling awareness
To be joyous in movement
Of the node consciousness
Born
Energised
And awakening
Within it
Later to be distinct though unified
To itself become awareness
As is ALL
These grid lines
All interconnected
Across the body
Of which the spine to head chakras ...
Are but one
A prominent one but nevertheless ...
One of several grids
Each continuum of the grid
Whether at the node or without
Being alive & aware
So as such
Everything being awareness
In entirety
Yet ...
The magnification of awareness
At the nodes
Which are consciousnesses
Dormant and now created, born
Or say energised
Awaken
And thereby enable
The totality of consciousness
Within form awakening
And experiencing awakening
In conjunction within
Nodes awakening
In unison
As a symphony
Of the formless movement
Of awareness itself
Are connected at all continuums
Of the entirety of awareness
Boundlessly
Within form
Without form
As the one awareness
That IS
Disclaimer:
No elaboration offered
For the revelation in stillness
Which each consciousness
Awakening
To & as awareness
In timeless time
Receives and becomes
As One in Oneness
Pure Awareness
23-October-2020
Flashback from 30-November-2018
Under the mantle of night, dark and woven with cryptic gleams,
A dreaming artist finds his calling, a secret and eternal protest,
The words that escape his lips tear through the thick veil of conformity,
Defying all that is official, public, and nationalist,
For every murmur of his is a scandalous cry of pure truth.
In the diaphanous light of the moon, his soul becomes a spectral beacon,
Illuminating the uncharted paths of those who defy common norms,
Each gesture of his, a sacrifice the world deems insane,
For in following his inner light, the artist inevitably chooses... poverty.
He sacrifices all status for a crystalline dream that gleams enigmatically,
Renouncing all worldly comforts to embrace divine truths,
In the depths of his heart, an unseen flame burns, guiding him toward mystery,
Even though his path is paved with renunciations and profound loneliness.
In every canvas and musical note, in every melodic and melancholic verse,
The soul of an artist flows, a living, vibrant protest,
In the silence of the night, his calling becomes a sacred incantation,
A promise to live beyond the limits of materiality, in a world steeped in magic.
And perhaps, one day, he might even renounce his art, for a higher dream,
In the final accords and agonizing colors, he will defy the passage of time itself,
He will embrace nothingness and infinity, for his true calling is to be a beacon,
A guiding light, an invitation towards the hidden sublime of the universe.
Under the scattered brilliance of stars and the pale moon, his soul dances,
In a waltz of renunciations and revelations, a living and mysterious poetry,
For in every sigh, in every murmur of the artist, an eternal epic is written,
A protest against conformity, a call to the pure magic of hidden truth.
Written: September 06, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open, and the world is full of beauty". By Rumi
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Listen—not with ears, but with aching skin,
where whispers meander extreme within.
The zephyr is not a cursory breeze,
But divination along with the trees.
It jiggled enigmatically from the stone
and carved its ideology into this bone.
It speaks in whispers and traumatized song,
of where we're accurate, and what went wrong.
Jaw-dropping stories in stillness and hum,
of battles bewildered and those to come.
It hurdles through periods, grief, and grace,
leaving outward fingerprints on the face.
It wears no enthrone, yet huddles the kings;
It severs the tresses on buried things.
So listen in not for roaring decree—
But toward the breath underneath the plea.
The wind will not delay, solicit, or steam,
It is bombastic and allows you to stream.
Zephyr adorns twigs and allows grass to gleam.
Sumptuous feasts enchanted float on by,
as I peer into an opulent expanse,
garnet clad entrance aglow,
imagine august beauty at its mise en scène peak,
ingress to celestial nirvana’s Laurel-ridden charm,
iridescent veil of cirrus nebula,
window blind ephemeral in situ,
rapid inkling’s meteoric shower,
harvest for the milk and honey bard,
goes beyond elysium horizons,
flight of fancy totem, utter breathless oath,
unearthly surreal lustrous cache,
burst of universal zenith trumpeting,
exalted plot as moonbeam step stair,
just imagine for a spell psalmodic Meccas,
to a hue-laden whirlpool vortex,
that sequesters sun-drenched harbours,
gurgling stream meanders, moss-fleck tides,
mesmerizing shroud of lambent bayou,
hazy plume on silver waterfall,
scarab mountain chain at sapphire dawn,
whose jewel-rich seams glisten enigmatically,
indigo blue species, bold passerine upsweep,
wayfarer halcyon Xanadu bound,
urban forest blackcap’s luscious throb,
snowbird glee club ear chant for
sprightly day-peep first rank,
amber leaf cascade a sequined duvet on barren playground,
rainbow eucalyptus but a foil for sylvan zephyr,
crystal ball elixir knows no quench or glut,
imagine life eternal in my wonder world cocoon
Date written and posted ; Second of March 2023
Contest ; Writing Challenge - I Words - ‘ Poetry Contest
Sponsor ; Constance La France
Puzzling this mid summer time
I find myself walking down the neighborhood
Few cars pass by eliminating the cool empty dark spaces
Enigmatically the arcane moon shown over in evasive strange peculiar
Moment in the horizon it's midsummer around 10 P.M.
The street lights ever shine the sillerettes of the empty abandon parked cars
I walk, I wonder where are the sounds of the crickets
Where are those sounds, the meows of the cats in the alleys
And where're the WOOF-WOOF of the dogs treating them badly
Barking at everything that moves even the summer wind
The denseness of this presents, silent and noises
It's clear to me yet in this dark can't see
The night fell, it's night fall in this nighttime darkness pitch blackness prevails
And I can't see my hand in front of me because there's no room in the
SHADOWS
DARKNESS
CITIES TWILIGHT
It's about 2 hours after the sunset
All is enigmatic strange peculiar dormant
It's such a
Mysterious Night
Life going by for most
In vacuity like a ghost
Unable to vitalise
The divine within to rise
The oft felt inner stirring
Needing tender attending
Yet our wilful neglect
Inability to stand erect
In mind-heart alignment
Blocks bliss contentment
Whilst by simply being still
Our cup of joy overspills
Automatically
Enigmatically
As layer by layer
Discarding fear we uncover
Magnetic electricity
Elixir of divine connectivity
As this nectar we imbibe
Bliss words cannot describe
Pulsates within in renewal
Rapture in ignition continual
Consciousness bliss shift
Leaves all else save love adrift
Mind-body thus in resonation
With pulse of the Ohm vibration
Ohm the quietus
Leaving no hiatus
Within
While immersing myself in fiction mindfully
my perspective is challenged awesomely
being exposed to how God works miraculously
letting me express praises and thanks to Him joyfully
for His sovereign omnipotence, indeed verily
mightier than all superheroes combined powerfully...
With fairy tales narrated delightfully
my heart basks in God’s love shown constantly
midst “they lived happily ever after” endings obviously
believing that the Creator offers His compassion freely
to be experienced along reality’s functionality completely
toward eternity majestically…
When hooked by fables presented humorously
my human nature confesses personal flaws soberly
considering weaknesses along pride, towering hypocritically
lurking boastfully, yet shaking vehemently
seeing own self in vain glory hypocritically
humbled graciously in learning truths paradoxically…
While confronted with science-fiction enigmatically
my imagination is compelled to face events yon pursuits factually
toward delving into “what-ifs” with their possibilities mysteriously
upon paranormal situations of eureka moments wondrously
remembering to go back to “what-now” pensively
as I know that such is a make-believe story projected meaningfully...
Whatever is my reaction to fiction truthfully and honestly
that enables me to enjoy varied existence-endeavors vicariously and victoriously
my faith keeps on trusting life’s Author steadfastly
since He knows everything ---from the start until the end--- omnisciently
while thanking Him for wisdom entrusted to writers tremendously
in sharing their talents to create possibilities and recreate milestones wondrously.
The sky's motion and the imagination.
Echo—elation.
I heard the echo and heeded my own voice
Echo—rejoice.
Into a gray, flawless sky as the earth sits still
Echo—drill.
A mellow echo of the music's dying beat
Echo—neat.
Dying screams would echo all night long
Echo—along.
Until even death couldn't stop them
Echo—ahem.
War and quake echoes fade with tears
Echo—fears.
Sounds transform the swords
Echo—words.
And what reality delighted the heart
Echo—art.
Hear the rain, recalling the rainstick
Echo—stick.
In its motions, you can just hear a hush
Echo—rush.
Still, amid it all, the echo of your words
Echo—swords.
There was always a rumble in the house
Echo—spouse.
It's a laugh, but the response has grown
Echo—shown.
Because of this, I'm becoming older
Echo—bolder.
When she left, she took the joy with her
Echo—where?
Narcissus stares into lakes, easing time
Echo—sublime.
frosty mirrors reflect flowers falling thin
Echo—within.
Echo wails sadly through canyons, weak
Echo—unique.
Light-loving eyes don't echo into the past
Echo—cast.
Venus is enigmatically linked to Vesper.
Echo—whisper.
Echoes may bestow hope, yet I obey.
Echo—sway.
The sea breeze should bend the willow.
Echo—billow.
Music blooms in the songs we all sing.
Echo—spring.
When I hear the echo of my own thoughts.
Echo—rots.
There is no one else here except myself.
Echo—shelf.
A kiss will not do as much harm as a gun
Echo—fun.
However, its echoes anticipate further
Echo—together.
3rd place contest winner
Written: February 11, 2023
Writing Challenge - E Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
ECHO VERSE: Echo verse has a pretty simple rule: Repeat the end syllable(s) of each line. No other rules.