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It's dark in here and we're caged in, please set us free,
that innate childlike innocence flows like the breeze,
is our appeal to whatever forces that be,
infusing in heart, bliss rapture in a slow tease.
One without a second is God's light absolute,
which we cannot attain but yet can so become,
if head melds with heart, aligned with love, resolute,
knowing that in God's home we are always welcome.
Negating then, whatever confines and limits,
we shift softened attention into the vast void,
as magnetism propels us to heaven's summits,
therein at last no longer by ego decoyed.
Hush the blush weary hermit and simply know this ~
We are he who we seek; truth, existence and bliss.
20-October-2022
Notes:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satcitananda
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Am_That
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mah%C4%81v%C4%81kyas#Tat_Tvam_Asi
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mah%C4%81v%C4%81kyas
“He attains to the supreme, eternal Self, from whose essence the universe of movable and immovable objects is born, in whom it rests, and into whom it dissolves, even as foam and bubbles are born of the transformation of water.”
What’s the eye of the eye, that bestows sight,
enabling clear sight, even in our dreams,
magnetism infusing bliss delight
and the very power by which thought streams?
God is omnipresent, so does not move,
for since He’s everywhere, where can he go,
so as we dance in our preprogrammed groove,
bilocation’s the skill we need to know.
As Self transcendent, in form immanent,
we dwell in the void and also the world.
When bliss pulsation becomes permanent,
the flag of love in our heart is unfurled.
This life is a dream, which we recognise
and thus doing so, God’s light realise.
I encounter ebbs and flows, a peaceful solace sigh.
Wedged on the cusp of a cliff to endeavor a descry.
I'm heading somewhere to ascertain a fair minding.
Although I've ultimately arrived, I'm still screeching.
We will fit along if we stow away or are helpless.
Those that have grasped the peak by lying guiltless.
We are unfazed to be adept at subduing our dismay.
We've been flung indoors and out for the hazy day.
Into the void, slumped over with crucial sickness.
I'm shouting shrilly into the chasm of nothingness.
Roosted on edge high over the ozone layer.
Where the ambient sound enshrouds a slayer.
We've sobbed, and tears wrapped up swarming.
The receptiveness and plights may be terrifying.
Barbarously bequeath us up owing to our civic grace.
Implicating the harsh rhetoric not to eagerly embrace.
I shout into the darkness, infusing it with pain.
Until the spikes break and the hinge strain.
Since I'm aware, I can reveal my astute mind.
I expect someone to endorse me, to be twined.
We need to decipher how we will sagely shepherd.
Our pyretic youngsters, denied by the ruling, tethered.
Rather than prevailing, they board a void of a subsidy.
They are shadows and abettors in this gnarly debility.
1st place contest winner
Written: December 06, 2021
Pick-A-Title, Vol 27 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Four Letters Spelling Blah...
generally define mine anatomical phooey zook
corporeal status, essentially feeling like gook,
not my usual babbling brook
self, thus finds yours truly whooshing, he
could wave a magic wand (all thee
while exjaculating abra
cud dab bra, or whatever
applicable spell -
spot on - to re:),
vivify mine pathetic sluggishness,
hashtagged with nauseous
tsunami waves, and inxs,
where these nada
so lovely brittle bones,
and atrophied muscles free
quint times this day
feel robbed of lee
ping lemurs (yule
grant me hyperbolic
indulgence) spirited energy
versus experiencing hypersensitivity,
which head toot
hoe soreness analogous
(ache and burn'n ken to
contracting the Amish Flu),
where this jumpy,
manicky, persnickety, rickety,
and totally tubular ancient
tomb mess scent body
finds ordinarily endeavoring
scribe this moment tub bee,
a little horse and bug gee
(in other words), aye
experience over sizeable
(bare ten able) boots
of dizz zee
ness (as if pitched to
and fro on rough sea),
where webbed venting
helps this wordsmith
to sum men strength
tube (boo hoo)
himself from bing nsync
king mode, sans (10,000
leagues...in Dave vee
Jones locker) as a dee
pull lore hubble skidrow re
sid divest news junk kee -
do dilling with zero hap pee
go luck key
ne'er do well bummer, I...he
barely exhibits signs
of life breathe
thing inaudibly inhaling
and exhaling wei
zing all the while
with pronounced je
nais sais quois nasality
emitted racking prithee
moren slight lee
jarring with achy breaky tree
men dose skeletal pain,
thus fuhr re hiss lee,
heavily relying on wing,
and broken prayer hope fool lee
fully helping this
old codger (yepper me)
do magical wonders to re: captcha
lapsed la pas suh zoo lee
infusing this corporeal being i.e.
once again me
with spirited resurgence.
My sleep breaks every morning when I hear
the first chatter of a couple of playful pigeon,
from their nest made outside the window near,
I know it’s time to get up, take the new day on.
My heart then seeks the morning ritual not new,
of the uplifting feeling in the brimful bone-china cup,
my wife gives me filled with the hot reviving brew,
while from the welcoming bed I listlessly lift myself up.
I enjoy the various types of tea and their progeny,
herbal, green, brown and even rousingly spicy,
get delight from the flavor sonata in the sip of glee,
as with the flight of steam the specks of sloth flee.
Gaining pure pleasure from the convivial concoction,
I see the dance of leaves stirring the elixir of the tea,
infusing the Himalayan fragrance in the elite potion,
as I taste enthralled the famous Darjeeling delicacy.
The aroma of the golden liquid awakens my sense,
and into an irresistible domestic bliss it sinks me,
turns me into an addict of its pleasure hence,
enthuses me to drink every morning a cup of tea.
Incomers
From the middle east and Africa, people seek European shores
dispossessed and poverty struck, they seek, a better life
a promised life of democracy and work for everyone
Many, when reaching Europe, cross the channel from France
in Britain, thanks to the BBC World program.
Their point of embarkation is Libya, once a successful state
now a rough country laid low when their leader, Ghaddafi
was murdered by Western power getting their blood dripping
hands-on petroleum.
With many races and cultures coming to Europe, one asks?
Is there an upper limit for this invasion; is there a moment?
When, this must stop for the sake of the individual nation-states?
Is this influx good for Europe, making it malleable for business
a low-wage economy and no bothersome trade union?
The truth is, in Western countries, have a net loss of newborns
because of a high standard of living and top-educated women
who no longer want to be burdened by many children, this
make perfect sense not to waste time with childbearing.
When Russia noticed the population was retracted, they did
something about this and introduced an economic plan to
counter this and gained; we see the same in Nordic countries
In Portugal, say, too few children are born it only takes
a couple of generations to empty the land of its inhabitants
Migrants to our shore can be a blessing infusing new blood
to an ageing population, it may not be like the nation of Yore
two cultures merge, that is better than being forgotten. No?
Walking my land reminds me of why I am here in lieu of other places
It is a magical lilting land where Indian teepees used to reside
An unfettered meadow forest mix with wild strawberries,
Queen Anne’s lace and renegade daisies and red mushrooms
The second I saw this land I wanted to be a part of it
Surrounded by full grown oaks; bombarded by masculine walnuts.
When the ground gets soft I can pull tiny trees up attached to their acorns
If I am careful and I am. Woodland and forest creatures reside here
In peace and love with my family, sharing their lives gladly
Hoot owl is happy here, infusing her voice into our dusky nights
In the early morning I often see mama snake sunning herself on cement
When I put the steps there I never dreamed of this wonderfulness
We share our tiny purple violets and sweet clover with whoever needs them
In giving moods due to the thankfulness we feel for getting to live here
Land owned by no one but shared in great ways with many.
Archangel Michael answers always when called
Can be in many places at once, to do whatever needs to be done
To inspire us to keep trying, to give us enthusiasm and strength
With Michael, the battle of life is clearly and happily won.
Archangel Gabriel gives us the answers in our sleep.
As we slumber peacefully, he comes through loud and clear.
With his guidance, and his loving hand clarity is deep.
Never fear, for Gabriel is forever and always near.
Archangel Raphael will clear this pandemic clean away.
He is working on it, each and every moment of the day.
The quintessential healer, Raphael is forever on our side.
With these three Archangels, we can ride out this awful tide.
Never think you are alone, just call them clearly and by name.
They work on our problems, which will soon seem rather tame.
Michael, Gabriel and Raphael infusing the world with peace, thank you.
We love knowing you are our guardians - extraordinary and true.
GOD is Cosmo's psyche,
The Universe's Will to be,
The steering Mind of becoming in the World.
He adds Nothing,
He subtracts Nothing,
He only rearranges the existing energy into concrete forms,
Without ever disturbing the total energy balance. He is doing it
By
Infusing in each one of the forms a purpose,
A purpose that enables every single existence to be, to coexist, and to collaborate
With the rest of the forms in such a way that the outcome mirrors
God's divine plan of a harmonious, conscious, and law-abiding Creation!
Therefore,
God observes everything,
Guides everything, and
Supervises everything, no matter how big or small something is,
Since
Nothing is more or less important to God for the maintenance of Cosmic Order.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 April 2026
I Netted Mosquito Magic ™
(near microscopic totally tubular proboscis
gave one local bummer, a bloody respite this
summer, hence....aye goot good wry min
reason tubby a tuneful hummer.)
No sooner than getting
weltanschauung after getting bit
from female blood-sucking insect,
(which critters actually
considered little lord of the flies
comprise family culicidae)
a most amazing
extraordinaire inoculated me
with short lived surprise talent,
which got this
American male infected
with three hundred seconds
of super human impeccable skill
short-lived feat found
body, mind or spirit
capable to transcend natural
limits of usual abilities,
infusing this ordinary guy
with an unpredictable
supreme titillating, stupefying,
resounding, hair-raising, glorifying,
fleeting, entertaining,
daunting, catapulting, bedazzling,
amazing stints possessing,
thy being from invisible source
thence when expending said
burst of tremendous spurt,
per awesome bout of mental,
physical or spiritual bags of tricks
eclipsing mortal prowess
with stratospheric wow
fear less factor
ultimate fatigue found
this bloke supine
and unable to summon forth
one iota of strength.