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Like the late sun, with rays that die,
In wild manner, I swing in craving for you,
I dare not wrap myself in guilt,
I carry you within my soul, no mystery to view.
You are the sweet remedy that drives away my harsh winters,
My love, an everlasting enchantment,
In my dream, you are the ocean and the sky,
I love you beyond the ends, over every frost, every cry.
Trembling verses I give to you,
Oh, the silent muse of my tale's eve,
No soul can sing the love I bear for you,
Even if hope seems within us to heave.
In all your glory, with you, I adorn myself,
From tear to smile, my love unfolds.
No other voice can caress me like yours,
You are my purity, my heaven, as life's tapestry holds.
I love you like the night so serene,
With my very last act of unsaid affection,
Listen and remember, I love you quietly,
With modesty, but oh, what an infinite connection.
My love sprinkled over unyielding ages,
You are the sacred sanctuary in my crown,
Many chasms divide us, but still,
My love is a calm confession, stripped of renown.
I'd welcome life's tornadoes with open arms,
My love goes beyond the words that have been,
Against even our own counter thoughts and alarms,
I love you in the borderless mirror of the unseen.
I cannot exist without feeling your bind,
Anywhere, anytime, my mind is mute,
Longing holds me tight when you are out of sight,
To you, I remain loyal, even when absent, that's undisputable, absolute.
Enmeshed in your dusk that saddens me,
I know not how to let go, to let you be lost,
I love you, as much as my breath can extend,
I love you... It's all I carry, the ultimate, the sanctified cost.
10.8
“For how many lifetimes
have you done hard and painful labor
with body, mind and speech?
It is time to stop”
Ah! This entreaty
It has this ring of compassionate divinity
Emanating from a true seer moved by our plight
Enmeshed in delusion oblivious to the light
We are already free but we choose to indulge in illusion
We know our conscience is real but are addicted to delusion
Fear of freedom keeping us bound
So we reincarnate again & again upon this ground
The reality is simple in that we co-create
A partner in crime with the ego that agitates
Misaligning our attention blocking the divine connection
Reclaimable instantly in stillness of meditation
(20-August-2021)
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Verse revisited on 01-November-2021
Shhh! Read this one and pause
For it is wisdom discerning the cause
Of our suffering, feeling of incompleteness
Arising from wayward stuporousness
Truth this: we are not mind -body
Fears and desires shoddy
Let’s admit we have a split personality
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rotating in continuity
Ego driven lower mind fuels cravings of the flesh
Spiralling thought forms that freedom enmesh
Whilst conscience whispers love vibrations
If we listen, we awaken bliss sensations
Silence and stillness shows us the way
In tranquil thought rested awareness we pray
Oscillations slow down, vibrant is our soul presence
We reclaim innate innocence and luminescence
Empty mind body vessel, with love resonates
Each node within form, to bliss gyrates
We are a receptor and God the doer
The doing is all done so let’s move slower
We are as He so in truth there is no separation
Reality of oneness recognised in deep meditation
Oh hermit, this dream life is a reflected reality
Womb of silence reveals truth in clarity
Path simple; just align head with heart
When desires cease, bliss ignition does start
Consciousness is then in but yet not of the world
As moment by moment we see bliss unfurled
We shine in full glory as the living light
Obtaining by grace, spherical sight
Summer thoughts arrive and soon I glide away behind a dream
scribbling in the sand poetic words as I sit beside the stream
watching children play aside sandcastles tall as bastle forts
I capture every smile and laughter rising up with sweet escort
beneath a sky of rosy quartz I ease, content as a poet in love
words flow out and flap away like happy wings on a turtle dove
Wading pools, barking dogs, ice cream trucks with jingles, a refresh
ablaze with summer heat I scribe beside the water tanned enmeshed
Taken in by the fragrance of a moment, I get lost aside the sea
scratching at the surface of a written verse that only I can see
I am the composer of this love letter, down the river of joy it glides
sailboat fantasies arrive and before I know it, I'm on the other side.
March 3, 2022
The search for heaven took me far and wide.
I sat at the feet of many a sage
but all that they did was to point inside,
cajoling that I should turn a new page,
choosing heart over head, that soul may glide,
recognising the world as but a stage.
Enmeshed in lower mind, I was flummoxed.
It was clear I needed to be detoxed.
Knowing not the way, I peeped in within,
negating the flow of thought forms turbid
and so this is how I chose to begin,
doing not what my conscience did forbid.
It did take time but I was freed from sin,
whereupon I felt an energy grid
within my body, enlivened by bliss;
graced finally by Divine Mother’s kiss.
Wisdom of the ancients became mine
and all that I wished to know became clear.
Ceasing resisting, I chose to align
with love thereby exhuming narrow fear
but for God’s touch, I continued to pine,
although His presence always seemed so near.
I remained transfixed thus by day and night,
until I beheld God as living light.
27-February-2023
We paused to reflect where we are headed,
recognising the transience of earth life,
where pleasure delights but pain is dreaded,
futile seeming needless struggle and strife,
before probing how peace may be attained,
in as a state that does not come and go,
we peered into our heart and found it stained,
enmeshed in desires we’re loathe to forgo,
so we took a step backwards to discern,
why our attention orbits body-mind,
which is doomed to die and in which we burn,
simply since head is not with heart aligned,
being the cause of our inner conflict,
since vibrations we choose are not hand picked.
Since vibrations we choose are not hand picked
but rather governed by feral cravings,
it would appear that our soul has been tricked
by incessant cries of ego’s ravings,
propelled by thought, so putting it on pause,
as an experiment, we remained still
and by doing so, found we are the cause,
as the sole actuator of our will,
so with no one to blame we concluded
that if voids within our heart are to fill,
thoughts must be from our presence excluded
employed when required but otherwise not,
silence our default mode, where we’re self-taught.
Silence our default mode, where we’re self-taught,
where present as awareness in stillness,
with no mundane battles left to be fought,
befriending the void, path of our wellness,
we flowed gently though life in witness mode
and found all acts are solely by God done,
so breath by breath singing to Him an ode,
in time our aura glowed like yonder sun,
propelled by power of bliss magnetism,
recalibrating our form in stages,
fully illumining mind-body prism,
implanting in us wisdom of sages
and this way, head and heart with love wedded,
we paused to reflect where we are headed.
Anne Simpson Scott
1895- 1932
Friends, my friends,
I do remember.
On the night before leaving to France in 1917
George held my hand.
He held it firmly in his perspiring palm,
Held it and would not relinquish
His gallant grasp. I recall too,
He, taking his left loving index finger
And smoothly, affectionately, precisely,
Stroking my left accepting index finger
Like a soothing balm, like a healing descending brook
As it lapps and caresses the shivering earth
In the silent tranquil evenings of renewed Spring.
Friends, my friends
I do remember.
On our wedding day in 1921
George held my hand.
He held it firmly in his perspiring palm,
Held it and would not let go.
Not even for five fateful forgotten minutes.
Friends, dear friends,
I do remember.
On the morning I died in 1932
George held my hand.
He held it gently, reassuringly, resignedly
In his trembling perspiring palm,
Held it quietly, bravely, sadly
And would not let go.
And now friends, we are together again
Here in this deep sleeping earth
This dreaming drowsy earth
Here in Mt. Olive Cemetery
He on top of me
Our skeletal long fingered hands
Enjoined, enmeshed and entwined
Forever in the dust
Forever in the dark blooms of death.
Oh friends, my friends
I do remember.
‘What is thought’, queried Krishnamurthy
‘Who am I’ was Ramana’s question
We begin with mind body entity
Which seeks joy elation
Momentary is happiness
Transitioning quickly to sorrow
Thought patterns our stuporousness
Enmeshed in regrets of past, fears of tomorrow
Religions and doctrines aplenty, none resonate
If the truth one, why marked divergence
Why does ego, conscience sedate
Give us back, our innocence
The truth seems to us simple
We associate not with the ephemeral
Going in within, choosing vibrant life eternal
We open our heart to behold therein Gods miracle
We are not a hermit perched on a hill in meditation
We embrace fully each life offering manifest
Yet as breath flowing without cessation
We celebrate both trough and crest
The shift then is from head to heart
All analysis paralysis, so we rest thought
Thought rested awareness sees our ego depart
Nonchalant and detached, free of fears desire brought
Yet dear friends, in doing so, we become a rebel, a nerd
For allured not by objects, we choose the joy current
Mind-body-spirit align in vibrations upward
We become thus bliss in heart resident
A journey vibrational without movement
Wherein he who embarked does not disembark
Essence of presence throbs in blissful contentment
Oh hermit! Know love within as the simple divine truth stark
05-January-2021
Spark of God consciousness within our form,
anchors us herein through waking and sleep,
felt within our chest, a benign bliss storm,
voice of conscience, offering wisdom deep,
source of aliveness, from where joy does seep.
Neither the organ nor pranic chakra,
spiritual heart is an enigma,
located slightly right, in our rib cage,
God Himself here, cleansing our soul stigma,
urging us to love all, on this world stage.
Know oh hermit, in this form organic,
God omnipresent, is also within,
energy both static and dynamic,
from core of being, to each pore of skin,
causation for each life breath to begin.
Simple life truths, we choose not to explore,
enmeshed in desire, seeking more and more,
whilst if we nestle in tranquil silence,
by our hand we open hidden hearts door,
reclaiming souls blissful luminescence.
11-July-2021
A blues rock guitarist, singer and songwriter
At a very young age
Joe Bonamassa was enmeshed in melodic strings
Of the blues music
And influenced by the song “Let me love you”
Sung by Rod Stewart and the Jeff Beck Group
He knew what he wanted to do in life.
In a unique baritone voice
He sang many songs of love
Like “A place in my heart”
That inspired me to write the lyric
So special for me
Searching for you all the time I wander free
Sometimes I lose hope my dear
Your footprints I follow lonely
Wherever you are now
Even if I don’t see
My love for you is so special for me.
In isolation
I’m waiting for a long time
My longing for you doesn’t end my dear
I won’t listen to your plea
Be with me forever
I’ll fill your heart with glee
My love for you is so special for me.
My feelings you may not know darling
But trust me you’ve an adorable place
In my pining heart
Where I bloom the flower of yearning
For you to come and see
Its color so lovely
I’m sure you’ll agree.
Searching for you all the time I wander free
Sometimes I lose hope my dear
Your footprints I follow lonely
Wherever you are now
Even if I don’t see
My love for you is so special for me.
In the storm of gloom
All my dreams break
But the rainbow I see
Rise only for my sake
My love for you is so special for me.
____________
May 15, 2023
Contest : Joe Bonamassa Inspiration 3
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
THE FALL
On a distant hill far away
Mirage like birds twitter
Like a traveler engrossed in voyages
A rattling of leaves and no tinge
In olden conventional ways of the people
A snake rattle is a forebode
A drop taps into a spatter
And the traveler grossly enmeshed into his journey
Lovers too hewn their own caves resident
Carving out a voyage into the heart
And drops percolate into the sordid earth
Of hearts and no hurts
In anticipated hangovers into be comings
The lest is worthwhile
Like a youthful river
A farmer heeds to natures instinctive rhythms
Others, and the traveler too
Have nothing of a cause raise eye brow
And there will be a catastrophic flood
Perceived with a prophetic eye
Whose gusto is invincible?
Just as it would be
When a chasm is evident
And lovers would part ways
Or like a traveler lost in whereabouts
In a retrogress and introspection
Is a rule elusive to the rational grasp
An imminent verve
That has finally
Made the hut crumble