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Soul's creative power bursts forth with joy
Divine consciousness within is aflame
Hardly the time to be demure or coy
Vivifying presence aim of the game
Cave of heart is open, we go therein
Dancing to the rhythm of the universe
Fire alchemical transmutes nodes within
Singing love's verse without need to rehearse
Head and heart hand in glove, heart oozes love
The three fold flame of Christ within us grows
Innocence imbibes blessings from above
Sailing blissfully in the boat God rows
Pheromones mingle, we follow the scent ~
Granting love consent, assures soul's ascent
10-December-2022
Follow The Fire Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Xmas ushers hope, as dawn breaks
Beginning of new age
God’s son descends; our dead heart shakes
That we turn a new page
We may become as He
In carefree, joyous spree
Shedding lust and envy
Helping man to cope
Xmas ushers hope
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Xmas ushers hope, for mankind
Feel heart aglow beckon
Like Jesus, free from ego bind
The time’s now to reckon
We are not mind-body
Let’s discard thoughts shoddy
Love and light embody
With love let’s elope
Xmas ushers hope
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Xmas ushers hope, if we shift
In resonance with love
No longer in desires adrift
Head and heart, hand in glove
Jesus has shown the way
Trust God; with each breath pray
Making love our mainstay
Cease to strive and grope
Xmas ushers hope
26-November-2021
Triple Quietus
''X'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
It's true.. the girl I really wanted
Was someone more than good to me
She'd be known for all her kindness
To everyone that she would see
She'd encourage friends and family
Support dreams and fight for cause
Be just as beautiful from the inside
Never one to focus on others flaws
Oh, this world has too much drama
At the same time it's starved for love
So if together we're both not better
If we don't fit like a hand in glove
When God's children.. used as pawns
Break my heart and make me cry
But you're obliviously blinded by "selfies"
I think it's time for us to say goodbye
You've got to know when love is over
It's tough, but alone I'll carry on
When lover's souls are not in sync
The treasure of intimacy is gone
You can't live going through motions
I still believe in awe and serendipity
So I have hope for kids at the border
And out there, there's a "you" for me
~Lyric Man
Note: I wanted to make a strong statement about the issue of kids being separated from their parents at the border. I thought I might see if I could shape that in the context of a love relationship altered by this crisis.
THE NATURE OF TRUTH
Broken fullness, in finished fragments
instantly incarnate falls upon the
fantastic mirror of the human heart,
truth entire and absolute living fills
as a hand in glove,clear,succinct
consistent,by this God of love.It
covers and commands the finite
over which it bends,the amplest
and clearest,highest spoken to man.
This ideal once of man and of God.
A manual of worship sublimates
the springs of hope and joy,charms
heart and imagination in Christ,
our predestination.
From George Gilfillan preface to The Bards of the Bible
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Hear me recite this phrasis on youtube under the name of ichthyschiro
As the gatekeeper of both time and space,
surfing the bardo that lies in between
aether and form, wherefrom radiates grace,
existence reveals its throbbing bliss sheen.
Singular Self has an urge to create
a domain where ascent follows descent,
that by piercing the veil, soul shapes its fate,
requiring simply, to grant love consent.
This choiceless choice to ingrain deep learning,
that emerging from the cocoon of bliss,
soul may ascend by willingly burning,
it opts to plunge into a dark abyss.
The stage is set for the soul to forget,
that love may grow, placing on love a bet.
That love may grow, placing on love a bet,
appears on first glance, there’s nothing to do
but memory erased, caught in fear’s net,
the soul finds it difficult to break through.
Mistaken that it’s merely body-mind,
soul’s awareness becomes externalised
and bemused by illusions, it is blind
and thus truth of Self is not realised.
Having itself set life into motion,
joy of union, pangs of separation,
silence alone ends thought flow commotion,
invoking Spirit for bliss gyration.
In timeless time, the bliss energised form,
swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm.
Swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm,
earth life interface, the ego, recedes,
transmuted finally by this love storm,
whereupon it follows and bliss throb leads.
Cessation by kenosis is the way,
softening attention, with touch gentle,
ego cravings no longer holding sway,
that soul effusing love transcendental.
Love being the pure divine elixir,
all opposites dissolve within its womb,
causing nodes within feeble form to stir,
bringing to life thus, a bliss catacomb.
Ego takes a backseat, heart is upbeat,
light dawns when polarities meet and greet.
Light dawns when polarities meet and greet,
melding in the cauldron of agape love,
wherein heeding love’s pure endearing tweet,
head and heart conjoin, acting hand in glove.
On soul seeing that it is living light,
it begins to employ mind of the heart,
feeling bliss pulsations by day and night,
deeming all souls as one and none apart.
Separation ends when egoic will bends
and all beings on earth, with love entwine,
each soul as God’s essence, slowly ascends,
all gathering under the oneness sign.
Self knows that there are no puzzles to lace,
as the gatekeeper of both time and space.
Myriad desires
that our heart aspires
manifests as dreams
subconscious mind streams.
We wish to possess
objects to progress,
to enhance self-worth
for our time on earth.
Not all dreams are met,
like a Boeing jet
or a fancy yacht,
so we’re in a spot.
We never forget
what we did not get,
thus this repression
causes depression.
Rise in a jiffy
is always iffy,
so feeling hemmed in,
we resort to sin.
Our misaligned heart
is where cravings start,
until we be still,
accepting God’s will.
Silence then the way
that makes earth life play,
head-heart hand in glove,
suffused with God’s love.
Once ego’s no more,
as of old folklore,
love blows us a kiss;
we reclaim soul’s bliss.
06-September-2022
Four cats mew within; heed their voice,
although in truth, it is our choice.
The first resonates with God's love,
that head and heart be hand in glove,
enabling us to stand erect,
doing as conscience does direct.
The second mew dissolves ego,
to which we cling, loathe to forgo
cloak of ignorance, which we don,
until fears and desires are shorn.
The third cat's mew infuses bliss,
rapture as when two lovers kiss,
teleporting us to heaven,
through our in-form chakras seven.
The final mew is our soul's roar,
one with oneness, keeping no score.
20-February-2023
The Sacred Meow Society Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Look fear in the eye
and desire decry,
that as we unfreeze,
our soul gets release.
Watchful of each thought
lower m8nd begot,
we embrace each soul,
in our earth life role.
Judging not merit,
we look at spirit
and not outer form;
thus with love conform.
Earth life is a school
where love's the sole rule,
all else illusion,
cause of delusion.
Male, female, night, day,
pulse dual holds sway
but yet true delight
is God's love and light.
Desires we cherish;
each will soon perish,
save bliss magnetism
in our body prism.
In staid stillness slow,
resting thoughts we know
that God alone is,
felt as a bliss fizz.
Our life's readymade;
Why for then afraid?
What is there to fear
when God is so near?
Voids within soon fill
if we be but still.
Ceasing to resist,
we become That mist.
Conscience as our guide,
we then wingless glide,
head-heart hand in glove,
aligned with God's love.
Know this simple fact;
ceasing to react,
once ego is shorn,
we become twice born.
17-September-2022
Love conquers all
It's often been said
But recently more now than ever
It's so very obvious
Wherever I turn
Love enters my every endeavour
Always been in love
With the joy of love
Since Janice, my first ever crush
Grade two it was
Remember it well
Her life is filled with love I trust
There's been others
Not that many
A couple have never left my heart
Stayed with this guy
For all these years
Been in love with love from the start
It makes this old world
Keep spinning around
Can you imagine this place without love
I'd cash in my chips
Not worth the effort
Love and friendship go hand in glove
Within this vast Universe
Each limited entity sings it's verse
But who we really are, we do not know
So let us find out together, in stillness slow
We are bestowed with senses five and mind
However, we are restricted and confined
Moreover body dies, subject to decay
Are we merely feeble form of clay
Bemused by illusions, fears nonplus
Luckily, lofty beings walked among us
Jesus, Buddha, ascended masters, saints
All teaching how we may transcend constraints
The teaching is simple: God is and He is good
Love is the tool by which He is understood
The body's ephemeral, soul is eternal
To know God, live a life internal
Given that God is omnipresent
He must then be within us resident
Silencing thought flow din, let us tip toe in
Surrender and so allow the play divine to begin
At first nothing happens, for we are not quite still
Unless we are empty, we yet retain egoic will
Slowly, our erst fears and desires recede
We follow, letting conscience lead
With head and heart, hand in glove
Thoughts words, acts aligned with love
Rekindled is the glow of childlike innocence
Which releases within us a blissful luminescence
Life will pose challenges for we are here to learn
That love is the flame in which all sins burn
Sin itself being caused by ignorance
Replaced by a sublime fragrance
In timeless time, we vaporise
Beholding each breath in surprise
Feeling God's life force pervade our form
Ever present rapture of bliss magnetism warm
Consciousness expands, we see God within all
The manifest Universe, is this bliss squall
As a child of God, we too are His light
Known when awakens inner sight
27-October-2022
Tell It Like It Is Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose