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Our consciousness is resident in this here mind-body combine
Inner conflict ends, when head and heart meld, with love align
Erst fears and desires too, automatically fade away
No sooner we opt to make bliss divine our mainstay
All that remains is a deep yearning, as love for love does pine
Poised in the vast, vibrant void, in a time stretched continuum
Divine electricity benign, cleanses last traces of ego residuum
Mindful eye distils subtle cravings of our lower mind
Playfully celebrating life, succumbing not to it’s bind
Each in-form node, then thus transmuted as a bliss sensorium
08-March-2022
Mind, the architect of life’s structure,
obeys what is learnt as the art of living.
Heart, the carrier of nonlinear abstract intellect,
breathes emotive truth in the framework of being.
If the diktat of mind is not pursued,
life is sucked into the whirlpool of chaos,
and not listening to the subtle urge of heart,
life turns into an unfulfilling objectified entity.
Intangible confrontation with either this or that,
designs the dubious dilemma of option,
for lack of equanimity valuing one over the other
causes the onset of neurotic inner conflict.
The foreseeable forks in life’s pathway tests
if judgment and wisdom falter in internal strife.
The rational balance of mind and heart
finds psychic route out of cognitive dissonance.
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August 18, 2022
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Believing is seeing,
The truth of your being,
While navigating,
This life you are creating.
Investigating its splendor,
We begin to remember,
Who we really are.
Connected even from afar,
Our origins a star,
Traveling trails in the dark.
As a spark, illumination starts,
Creating all the right parts,
Building a work of art,
A masterpiece.
Your beliefs released,
Taming the beast,
Coming into peace,
Ceasing inner conflict,
Without being tricked,
Into believing another view.
Letting them teach you,
What they believe is true,
God gave this life to you,
To believe how you want too,
Loving the gift he has given to you.
The bond between spirit
and awareness may end
with an inner conflict...
while youth is vibrant
and somewhat wild!
Think about what
the years will do to the young ones
picking over the bones...
to arrange plans foolishly conceived:
will their outcry resound
at the end of the dawn?
And as the confused mind
asks itself why to surpass limits
and stay loyal and true
to the ideals not yet
understood with conviction?
Recognization is an accomplishment of merit,
while honorable victory or shameless defeat
don't stand on the same rewarding platform
by strengthening or lessening their significance;
the loser will quickly adjust to the new norm,
the winner will reject and continue to thrive!
The ones who hunger for adventure
will achieve their goal with constant strides;
the ones who hold back, showing doubts,
will dream vainly without their tenure
when the struggle is no longer sought:
the weak spirit relies upon a faint hope
and the unclear vision it can't grope!
Think about what the years will do to a young one
whose dreams can be realized without any stride,
but are they so unattainable without grit and drive?
Does anyone attains a trophy without struggle and feel fine?
Do heroes fear death and not fulfill their destiny?
Do they partake in the revelry of blood alone?
What was the idea to engage in a battle of clashing sounds...
and not being frightened by the blasting sounds of cannons?
I weep jinxed trinkets
clasped with obsidian oppression,
yet I am not weak ~
I am a beautiful wreckage
of weathered odysseys,
still ferrying the burden
of burnt promises
and bruised perceptions.
but they, the ignorant, remain oblivious ~
they do not know
where the ache of a heartbeat resides,
where the powerful pitch of a vibration
within a wistful violin,
soaked in soul’s rose water, illuminates…
so we question the lawless pages:
where do teardrops go?
where does the salt of sorrow settle,
crystallizing into the cadence of coldness
between the fingers of forsaken flesh,
or in sonnets never once allowed to rhyme,
within the formless art
of conventional conviction?
my tears are now studded stars ~
a cosmic current of scars,
creased with astral ash,
calling out the names of faces
as I drift toward the desire to be undone,
while sparks of moonlight
echo the throb
that trauma stole,
softly teasing
the vulnerable veins of twilight
as arteries of midnight
carry inner conflict
into a calming realm of warm release…
and when it drizzles wordless woe,
follow the train of thoughts,
taste this truth
~ the flavor of lament ~
as drifting despair rises as violet vapor,
returning in liquid constellations
condensed from collapsed dreams.
the sky forever homes
this silk of storm and hail ~
unclothed weather,
a panoramic vision
of suppressed tears made rain,
ebbing and flowing through
the deep oceanic swell of turbulent emotions…
I took a look into my eyes as I reminisce on this journey called life
In my reminiscing, I was lost from the physical world but was live in my thoughts
Just like waves, I was shocked by my findings, just as the hologram, the world is full of fake people
The taste for a better life kills the angel within, now it's here and all that's left are demons, how sad and bitter
What's trust? It's but a plate of potage, bought with my rights
In this ring of life, I've been beaten down but refuse to stay down, I want to be angry at the world but it's not the way
The anger boils hot in me, yet I smile as I walk through my thoughts,
The bitterness of my soul is likened to that of the hulk, but I chose not to be a destroyer
What's the way I ask, but the look in my eyes says nothing, the chaos in my head creates a secret order
The venom from the bite of the viper which I picked out of kindness try to corrupt me, but all mustn't suffer for the sin of one
As the drums of war beats and the chants of my brothers uplifts my moral, I preach love because it's the only way.
I wish to be justified
I want justification
I check all of the angles
Yet I lack inclination
I'm drawn to lesser things
The pleasured dark places
All of the brighter bits
vanish between spaces
Hurting and wanting
intense variable extremes
Tearing, ripping, shredding
through the fabric of my dreams
I pound desperately on mirrors
ten thousand shards of slivered glass
They lay on the floor like questions
and cut me deeply as I pass
Strange droplets of pleasure
as blood oozes from my feet
Smeared on reflective surfaces
the residual pain of a sad heart beat
The more I resist my truer nature
the further down to the abys I go
what seemed almost innocent in the beginning
has helped my inner conflict to grow
In the end I need a more potent blood
So I reach up towards a Loving pierced hand
It was never about having to change myself
What I tried to know I now understand
Blood of redemption a strange thing
The fabric of my life is restored
A price paid by a blameless soul
A price paid that I could never afford!
I woke up one night, feeling nodes tingle,
entwined with fragrance, I cannot define,
feeling within bliss pheromones mingle,
as head and heart chose with love to align.
Soma nectar dripped slowly through my veins,
sending my heart into spasms of rapture
and as the elixir cleansed feral stains,
I garnered wisdom mind cannot capture.
As my soul evolved, space and time dissolved,
transmuting my form with bliss currents warm,
with desires stalled, inner conflict resolved,
my presence was swept away in this storm.
Bliss in permanence is my soul’s essence ~
glory of love and light’s effervescence.
ephemeral are objects heart desires
fleeting is joy and lingering is pain
cause of suffering is seeking outcomes
ignorance is our sin, desire the chain
simply recognising that body-mind
is an earth vehicle, an interface
which we as eternal presence ensoul
by God’s grace, steps towards truth we retrace
everything in this realm is polarised
enabling movement in space, clocked by time
yet do not both these fetters disappear
whence drenched with rapture betwixt bliss beats chime
God speaks to us as whispers in the void
His language is love, as conscience cajoles
befriending silence, clear light within dawns
when ego recedes, soul re-writes life’s goals
simply by melding our head with the heart
inner conflict ends and we stand erect
pheromones mingle, our eye’s then single
no longer on shores of darkness shipwrecked
upon choosing to dwell in cessation
divine magnetism pervades feeble form
we become that we had set out to seek
transmuted thus in love’s benign bliss storm
I catch my own eyes in the bathroom mirror
before I even turn the cold water on.
I watch every quiet, hopeful plan I made
get quietly picked apart and gone.
I wear this skin, I answer to my name,
I’m the author of every doubt I hide.
I pull down my own small victories
and stand my own worst foe, inside.
When 5 a.m. hits with its pale blue light
and promises a second chance to try,
I drag out old mistakes from years ago
just to give myself a reason why.
I tell myself I am not man enough,
that every step forward is a fake,
that the moment things get steep or real
I’ll bend beneath the weight and break.
I sit at my desk in the afternoon slump,
building a maze out of unread mail.
I lock the doors, throw away the keys,
and then wonder why I’m set to fail.
I dissect every single word I said,
turning harmless moments into debt.
I don't need anyone to tear me down,
I haven't even given myself a chance yet.
And yet I'm the one who holds the pen,
the one who keeps writing out the fear.
If I'm the architect of all this noise,
I'm the only one who can clear it from here.