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Twilight tiptoes through curtained clover leaves
Spotless starlings flighty thank mighty Lord
spindly legs shake spritely on light breeze
chirping remind us day is just a chord
achievements complete marked confirming hours
manifesting with both hands and clear head
paper and pencil danced in neat bower
patterned sensations twirled needle and thread
silent hymn I await bright sickle moon
Spirit dissolves wanton wispy wishes
lotus blossoms, liberating mind a boon
intentions flowing with flimsy swishes
Moment to moment tasks tangent complete
every twilight heralds a morrow sweet !
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Mountains of my life
never forgotten.
Rivers of my veins
flowing through my memories.
Green Swiss valleys,
far from my sight,
but always close to my heart.
My Alps where I was born,
bring to me the fresh air
to breath again.
I remember those summer days,
with my feet
into the shore waters
of the Rhine river,
or the long walks across
the charming countryside.
Oh, bohemian Basel...!
my birthplace.
Oh, my lovely Switzerland...!
you will always be my first steps,
my unforgettable dream,
a treasure in my mind...!
14.3
“I have realized the Supreme Self,
the Witness, the One
I am indifferent
to bondage and freedom.
I have no need for liberation”
14.4
“The inner condition
of one who is devoid of doubt
yet moves among creatures of illusion
can only be known by those like him”
What is realisation
What is awakening
If there remains doubt or hesitation
In conclusions arising from our contemplation
Then we are still searching
There being a gap in our so connecting
Our consciousness with supreme awareness
Blockages impeding full flow of Divine fragrance
After the initial witnessing or experiencing
There is a long road in consolidating & assimilating
The knowing
Not quite the becoming
As long as the current is intermittent
We are short of full enlightenment
And whilst the glimpses are encouraging
We need to surrender fully to cognise the Supreme all pervading
The symptoms manifest may yet be as stated as unseeking
We may be content in the Divine stream within us flowing
Yet to be truthful can we affirm the validity
Of being connected to the Source in an unbroken continuity
Being detached and desireless is an orientation laudable
But to say that we are free of doubt is a concept laughable
So whilst we patiently and trustingly await our blossoming
We are humble in confessing that we are still unseekingly seeking
(20-August-2019)
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Verse 14.3-14.4 revisited on 17-November-2021
Mere affirmation
Not a confirmation
Although we confess
That there’s been progress
With glimpses offered
Wisdom proffered
In a slow tease
That does please
Essence of presence
Blissful joyous innocence
Knowing God in-dwells each form
Birthing magnetic rapture warm
No sooner ego disappears
God Himself appears
The way is simple
Though mind fickle
Once it melds with heart
Feel therein bliss ignition start
Soma nectar flows through nadis
Heightened ecstatic joy in continuity
Each pore a door, do we yet need more
There is no one here keeping a score
All is, as is, a bliss continuum
Each node our sensorium
Love meads, we follow
In stillness mellow
I come to your dawn
In you, I find the part of awakening
I come to your noon
In you, I find the life of busy working
I come to your evening
In you, I find the part of the lamp to lit up
I come to your night
In you, I find the part of peace to sleep
I come to your dream
In you I discover the sun to implement the hymn
I come to your scarf
In you I find the clouds to quench the thirst
In your shadow, I find my happiness
In your breath, I find my lungs easiness
In your eyesight, I plan my future match
Here all rivers still flowing for our love harmony
Here all flowers still blooming for our life unity
Birth and death playing nothing to our butterfly
Our love graciously agreed to lose together in the sky
01.05.2020 Chattogram
Lost in you
In the wake of this new morning
With its skyline dark of hue
Floating clouds conceal its warning
Still my mind is lost in you
Counted moments I am feeling
Laced with simple dreams to find
Of the endless breezes flowing
In the face of all this time
Distant footsteps find me walking
Drenched in fragrant sorted flow
Caught of patterns sweetly forming
Matters not where I may go
For your love, my destination
Sits a’ wait atop the hill
Whispers call of my direction
For this wanting heart to fill
As the sun now greets me smiling
With its light so pure of feel
Casting shadows long and winding
In a silence soft and real
Thoughts do bring a glad sensation
When my eyes they see it true
In the wake of this new morning
As my mind is lost in you
Good morning soupers
My muse,
a sea of weeping roses,
free-flowing in tune with
smoky frequencies,
as storms of fear
rest in the heart of a sunken canvas.
I ponder~
why does the blue of the ocean
roar like wrathful thunder?
Why does the sun bleed searing sins?
Perhaps it is in the way
the earth rests in untouchable s i l e n c e,
watching the trembling twigs of
tormented trees,
tasting the toxic tints of life,
while ink still questions…
Can you hear my heartbeat?
I am the fragrant feather
of an untamed spirit,
still sprinkling stars in metallic gold
across fading colors of hope,
for I still see unlocked gardens
above fogs of melancholy,
to walk above
clouds of velvety wishes.
I care not for a remedy
to seal these screaming s c a r s
within callous crevices of narcissistic cliffs.
I long to be the moon
amidst the horizon that refuses to unveil
the majestic
crown of crystalline compassion.
But what if I am an echo of
a forgotten dream?
Would you still love me when
confused by the moving minutes,
as the last petal falls~
tangled in thistles of time?
Tired is this heart that aches
but refuses to break,
as I am more than a fleeting thought,
a breathing souvenir
of yesterday’s twilight…
Now…
I am your s k y
a cradle of immortal l o v e....
surfing against the lachrymose gusts~
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
and curated a eucalyptus elixir
to calm the sorrows you home,
when dusk
collides with doleful dawn,
allowing my quill to collaborate
with crimson cues
of frankincense clarity.
Tendrils of shared thought
travel infinite unknowns
—–
If in the known
we separate
If parted?
my will threads ,
weaving,
to you
As a neon light of joy
breathing through life,
calling my ancient name
drawing to home,
and once again
our wills shall inter-chain
A rhythm in life,
the bass of your heart
will find me,
leagues deep
I shall resurface,
thumping to life,
again within you
In the flowing now,
bask,
to the following,
breathless
and unknowing,
I accept the grace of time
and tide,
floating the eddy’s
If by some unknown
we fail in rediscovery
a dream carrying grace
and flowered in life
blooms eternally
Carrying your essence
in presence,
Seeping though walks
wearing an age,
is a comfort dulling
the want to yearn
This will carry through
all eve-rs and afters,
as one.
For we were never parted,
always in unity of each other
latticed together
So I search
to universes end,
with you
Cobweb of visions
It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair
into a halo
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers picked them up
Sometimes a table or a commode was lost, a risk they
willing to take
I knew this was a dream, he was telling a joke, which was odd since he died, a long time ago
I was walking along a soft forest road when I noticed something was not right, a strange red light emitted among the trees making the forest mysterious
I was trapped inside a painting by a mad Russian
by breaking out I destroyed wonderful art
the painter's name was Fjodor his surname, was too difficult
to remember.
It is dawn, but I'm not so sure, reality can appear confusing so early on a Monday morning, or perhaps
a dream doesn't care about time
Author Dana Redricks
December 30, 2023
Lord, You are so awesomely, You are so amazing words can’t describe You, I can’t live without You.
Your love for me surpasses all understanding, no one can love me like You do. Without You Lord Yeshua, I wouldn’t have made it this far. Thank You for being who You are. In the realm of infinite grace, I find solace, oh Lord, You’re beyond words, so wondrous and true.
Your presence, a symphony, my heart’s sweetest embrace, I can’t imagine my life without You.
Your love, a river flowing deep, unfathomable, its depths surpassing all human understanding.
No mortal love could ever be comparable, for You alone, Lord, are so outstanding.
Yeshua, my Savior, my guiding light, You’ve walked beside me through every endeavor.
With You by my side, I soar to new heights, in Your love, I find strength that lasts forever.
Oh, how I owe it all to Your boundless grace, for without You, I would stumble and fall.
You’ve held me close in every trial I face, Lord, I’m grateful for You, the One above all.
So, I offer my thanks, my heart overflowing, for the wonders You’ve done, both near and far.
In Your presence, Lord, my spirit keeps growing, You are my everything, my shining star.
LEAVES
My mind wanders, as I sit at my cluttered desk, trying desperately to contact our clients. Working from home during the Covid-19 Lock down, is a challenge with no staff.
I imagine myself sitting in a field of abundant green grass with cosmos flowers surrounding me. The old oak tree has lost some of it’s leaves, we are half way into Autumn. I see a bird’s nest not too far out of reach, but I am not quite tall enough to peep in. I hear tiny chirps, hungry fledglings awaiting their mothers return. A winding but strong stream, trickles beside me and I am mesmerised by the sound. It makes me sleepy, but my golden retriever Plato keeps barking at me to throw a stick into the stream. I lazily pat him and lay down on the grass. A fresh Easterly breeze is blowing gently caressing me, and rustling the leaves in this old oak tree that could tell me more than a lifetime of stories. A leaf falls into the trickling stream, and I hear the water running swifter. I suddenly see a fast flowing river that leads to rocks and rapids, but I still see the leaf flowing and churning and dipping and diving. I am so engrossed in its misfortune flowing towards a waterfall, that I become the leaf, and the waterfall roars as I drift closer to its thunder. I no longer feel peaceful as I struggle to not fall over the edge – but I am a tiny leaf in a vast world.
The phone rings, and confused, still in my daydream, I reach to answer it. As I say Hello?’ the headline “Latest Covid-19 news” scrolls across the TV above my desk. Reality takes over, we must survive!