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“I am not the doer or enjoyer. Work have I none, now or formerly. I have no body, nor am I bodiless. How can I have or not have a sense of "my-ness"?”
From the stillness fulcrum wherefrom forms emerge
As the motionless potent hum before we exhale
Spontaneous intent causes a bliss surge
In the void of no-thingness we set sail
Resplendent as eternal Self aglow in our light
Dew drops of love and light illumines our life’s trail
We are the source of bliss pulsations that delight
Transcendent and immanent flicker-free flame
Heart unblemished pristine and snow white
Both highs and lows for us are the same
We breeze through life which is but a game
of the world war (3rd!)
I'm not the forced applicant
I don't wanna be the forced applicant
of the world war (3rd!)
no; I'm not the well-wisher
not the advance receptionist
columnist, they are political analyst
journalist, they are critics of the war
socialist, they are international relationship scientist
they can greet in advance as horror enjoyer
their provocative speech, writings, paintings
as if now decorate the war in advance (3rd!)
far away, have gone far away
the first and second world wars
the earth became the asylum of the universe
oh! pain, sorrow, melancholic days of mother
for her child have gone far away,
waiting days of a new bride for her groom
became the fire on the pyre,
the orphanage became the address of the humanism
now far away, the remembrance of the wars
I'm on the Bay of Bangle,
this sub-continental, inter-continental,
continental birds chirping
soul-stirring and I love independently
of the world war (3rd!)
I'm not the advanced writer
don't wanna be the spokesman
or blood painter
cause-
the vernal breeze here gives me warm embraces,
eyes of the butterflies still here find the flowers,
busy days of ants here teaches me-
" a stitch in time saves nine"
here on this Bay of Bangle
five times Azan of Muazzin from the holy Masjid,
the pleasing sound of the Temple bell,
air balloon in the full moon night of Buddha day,
praying of the holy Easter Sunday
teach me the unity of love and universal brotherhood
I cannot paint in my dictions
the advance blood of world war (3rd!),
I cannot speak advance in my writings
the scheme of world war (3rd!),
I'm not the fertile blind prophet Tiresias
then I'll be liable for that blood war (3rd!)
more than the bloodsucker imperialist politician,
if I write, speak, paint advance the forecast of undesired war
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
October 22,2019
20.5
“Where is the doer or enjoyer?
Where is the origin or end of thought?
Where is direct or reflected knowledge?
There is no person here”
Verse revisited on 07-October-2022
Hirayangarbha, cosmic egg, the womb of existence
The one splits becoming two, borne of heart's insistence
Maya spins a web of cosmic illusion, within which we descend
Origin forgotten, soul needs to transcend space and time to ascend
Ensouling mind-body, the ego is created as an earth life interface
Memory erased, we become a doer, relying not on God's grace
Bemused by myriad illusions, we're plunged into delusion
With head and heart misaligned, arises deep confusion
We create thereby by our own hand, cause and effect
A destiny dark; we're the cause but don't suspect
Given this preamble, we may now so analyse
That since ego is false, it's futile to weigh and size
Thought’s but an instrument to be used when needed
Fears and desires by ego spawned, require to be weeded
All this is attained effortlessly by shifting into tranquil stillness
As the false falls away, restored. is soul's innate wellness
Within our body, the Holy Spirit ignites feeble form
Our false identity is swept away in a bliss storm
One that became two again becomes one
Luminosity of the central spiritual sun
Doubts disappear as we become the answer
Requiring thereafter and forever no translator
If, in my fate, it has already been written
That I shall be an enjoyer of my fifties
Pray,
I hope then
To have, at that time
A healthy state,
Both mentally and physically
Why
By then, it would matter not
If I am not as slim as I was when I was eighteen
It would matter not
If my hair looks not so brushed up or even so black
It would matter not
If quite a few wrinkles have made themselves seen
What would matter
Is whether I have grown in wisdom
Yes, whether I have attained the right maturity
As to forgive all those who hated me
As to give love to those who need it from me
As to share with the rest of the world, my own experience
So that the younger ones may feel inspired
And of course,
Whether I have worked hard and struggled
Towards the making of my dreams
Yes,
Right now, eyes closed,
A snug smile on my face
I see, in my mind, myself at fifty
And I see, a content lady
One most probably still single
For of the falsity of love, I have written enough about
I see, a lady, most probably childless
For in leaving in this world,
A remnant of myself
I had never had the slightest interest
I see a lady, though, who makes it her duty
To give to the world
Every precious gem that she treasures in her
So that each and every child may
Forget, at least, not even wonder about the complexity
And the meaninglessness of life
And do take the time to enjoy their being here!
Why,
At fifty
I shall most probably lose my beauty
My sex appeal
My body's elasticity
But then, I shall care not for these
For I shall be closer and closer still
To see for myself
Truth,
As I have versed so much about while still in my thirties!
“where is the fulcrum of fear or desire
which nuance of love sets our heart afire”
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Who is the enjoyer of our pleasure
Which aspect within us, feels suffering
Where resides our ego, as the doer
Hidden is fulcrum of joy uplifting
These questions as old as the universe
Mind, in limited form, has no answer
Spiralling about, singing its own verse
Delusion consuming us like cancer
Let us then ask the genie of the lamp
As to how we may ascertain the truth
At which point does a flowing river camp
Void of breath exchange reveals truth forsooth
Mind body instrument but a sensor
Soul formless, is the experiencer
15-December-2020
no; no one is enjoyer on this earth
only human kind
though this body is not true me
its truly I enjoy everything;
eating, drinking, writing, speaking, breathing everything I enjoy
the fruits, the rice, the water, the grains
the moonlight, the sunlight, the dark everything I enjoy
the river, the forest........ everything I, the human enjoys only
I from the human being
the ungrateful enjoyer of universe
without any payment just know to consume
but the giver all these are the earth does not enjoy her offerings,
the universe does not enjoy anything anytime
only I, the dweller enjoy all
but after all the enjoyer and enjoyment cannot live eternally,
consumer tastes all temporarily,
consuming flavor has limited time
the expiration time touches me, the human in time
and I fall in the recycling embryo of death
but mysteriously at last the earth enjoy this enjoyer body
14.04.2020 Chattogram
Line of enquiry :
"God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma,
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste.
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart.
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste.”
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Youth was so easy. Simple good health Simple spiritual views.
All else uncomplicated Follow His word, decipher it as you choose.
Breathing is continuously taken for granted, there was no dread.
We put blinkers on a horse so they only see straight ahead.
That’s what it’s like being young and coffee was an acquired taste.
As the years go by good health must be nurtured and paced.
Spiritualism becomes ordained, his word was set in stone.
The blinkers were off, and all life encompasses was fully shown.
Coffee is enjoyed readily with each sip it is evident that delight,
Comes from within. He has bestowed this pleasurable incite.
Does my pleasure, please Him, is my ambrosia His?
Now in the twilight of my years, Health had faded and is as is.
Spiritualism strengthened, breathing isn’t nearly as easy.
The coffee tastes even better, as he rewards such as me.
With even more to sing his praise than when young and lean.
And it’s He who gives firth of the aromatic flavour of the bean.
He who takes each breathe for me, he who dwells with my heart.
He wakes me each day to overcome health issues for a new start.
I surrender my pleasures to the one that is with in me, good and kind.
For its He that since a babe in arms saved me when I was blind,
Its Him that made me taste, touch, smell, feel love, live and see.
As I sip each wondrous cup of coffee flavoured with a little whisky.
Line of inquiry:
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
SIPPING COFFEE
Mmm…I savor the new day, every day, the cup of life I’ve been blessed with and I rest with. The warmth that spreads from lips to tongue to chest. My heart tastes the fruitful beans, crushed with testing and pain, that brings out the flavor of shared experiences, which soulful eyes reach and touch one another, to comfort.
When we fully share, down to the last sip, we let go and find pleasures that go beyond our wildest dreams.
How do we let go? We must meditate on truth. Our honesty will clear the fog from our eyes. We breathe our lies, with coffee breath, until otherwise we read between the lies.
Our dove-white handkerchief wipes the smile off our pretty faces, wipes away our shame and disgraces. Did we say grace? Did we show grace? Time and time again we scrub away the grinds.
When I have nothing to hide, I can lean in and lend an ear to a friend. I am that certain age, where the boiled water of my kettle doesn’t steam out the corner of my eyes. I wear no disguise. I am not bitter, free of acid; I go down like an elixir. I share this dopamine booster and hear “aha…aha…mmm!” Those moments are sweet. I live precariously through my young friend and delight where she is headed, into the light.
I am not the cure. It is God within me.
I am the coffee cup,
holding the coffee which is God.
He fills me with sweetness and warmth,
so others can enjoy my aroma.
I sip from the knowledge of God,
to taste His beauty.
I breathe in the freshly brewed coffee,
knowing His presence is here.
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
Alabaster streaks of warmth
in its dewy first glow,
tepidly stirring the senses, as
my gaze roams to the
trickle of ebony beads;
in the distance,
chimes of granular dustings,
with fragrances rich in
mahogany earthen grounds,
shaking the last of the
quondam night’s moon specks,
as life’s poignant rays
seep deep into my sights,
coaxing myself out of
hibernation,
longing for the first sip
of sunshine,
basking in the early beams of
balmy dawns and
sepia sunsets,
blessed to
start and end the
sands of time with you—
upon my soul’s sanctuary,
my lucid dream ablaze.
"God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste"