Long Knower Poems
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NOTHING MISSING, NOTHING BROKEN
With your head, roll out drums,
Mighty trumpets in their stead,
And like Eagles soar higher in the sky,
The skies of your mind,
Do not crumble on vain things,
And do not hijack your fights_
From within.....
Never you nurse or nature,
Thoughts of negatives
But like the lion, swim in positives
For the whole essence of life,
Is synonymous to dire softness.
For the Knower squeezes,
The oozing chant in her hue,
While the plangent solo dies
The strange strength of a fish,
Lies in its tender thoughts.
Make your thoughts tender,
For all is but a staged drama,
And sooner, we may leave.
As I tender to you
This tender foliage wand;
Undress these emotions,
Negative tongues waxing
In a pillock of confusion...
So, let’s zhuzh up our thoughts,
In this torrid and bogart spheres;
As I reverberate yet again,
Nothing missing, nothing broken.
Finally, I wave you all, shalom!
“If the Self is the negation of difference and nondifference, if it is the negation of knower and knowable, if there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the third, how can there be the fourth?”
Time makes kinetic, consciousness in space
but neither space nor time truly exist,
being but a template birthed by God’s grace,
terrains we navigate as a bliss mist.
Consciousness capsuled in form feels constrained,
since deep at its core it knows it is light,
hemmed in by space-time, to body-mind chained,
it searches for permanent bliss delight.
Power of bilocation is the key,
that as both immanent and transcendent,
poised at heart’s stillness centre, we are free,
beholding light of Self, bliss resplendent.
Dear souls, bother not about yogic states ~
We are living light that never abates
There is night, there is the neon light
No glittering there is in my life
There are falling rains
There are fluctuating veins
No life there is without solitude lane
Your presence is like a rising sun
Your presence is like a shiner moon
Your presence is like a guardianship of a life
Your presence like a radiant radar of my breath
Your asking- What do I know?
My reply- I know that I know nothing except you
Love is alive wherein, I'm not a knower
But without you, love is for never comer
Since this morning
I forget the love of pigeons in own nest
It seems to me
I have no knowledge, no energy without you
I have nothing and I'm none without you
There is I'm on the stage couch of earth
But it's not true me without mural heart
On the twigs of trees, on the leaves of grasses
On the marks of steps, on the lashes of breezes
You are my birth and death, my cradle and grave
You are my stamina of life, you are surviving brave
My paradise, my peace, my day and night you are
You're My meditation, my contemplation, and my prayer
Without you how do I live?
Without you though there's no grief
All through the lateral seasons
Without you, centripetal annihilation
© Mahtab Banglaee
Chattogram
08/09/2021
In his universe
He is
The King of Emery.
Holder of all
Knowledge.
Knower of all
Doings.
He struts about,
Boasts about
Not bowing to anyone.
Funny how that changes,
When family’s round.
He big talks his
Prowess.
And exaggerates
His deeds.
He’s more worried
Bout his mates,
Than his next feed.
How he survived
His childhood.
God only knows.
Maybe he does
Have a halo.
I can’t see.
His crimes
Say different.
I try to council,
Show him a better way.
But his mates,
Are calling.
They will surely pay.
He is not
The first king
To have a cleft palate lisp.
He’s not
The first king
To be betrayed by
His closest.
He’s not the
First king to face
The gallows.
As this is surely
His path.
And so foretold,
His story goes.
I visit the dethroned
King in his cell.
He springs
From his chair.
Gives me a hug.
Last of his loyal subjects.
As all his mates
Have gone to hell.
He looks,
Better than ever.
Away from addiction.
But the price.
A king’s liberty.
Last I saw the King.
He was on the news.
About to be exiled,
Again.
In his universe,
He is the
King of Emery.
Beyond thoughts and forms, I find myself as a wanderer on the streets of my inner Ia?i,
where desires and wills are dreams of imaginary characters,
nature's dance is an illusion, a script penned by the unseen hand of fate,
and in my search, I've found myself as a lost heteronym within my own identity,
an essence of melancholy, contemplating infinity through the eyes of shadows.
In a realm of paradoxes and introspection, beyond the known and the knower,
I find a vast rest, like an ocean of thoughts breaking their waves on the shores of the soul,
contemplating infinity with the eyes of a dreamer who writes truths in silence,
like a poet living multiple lives in a single eternal moment.
I've traversed the hidden paths of life, become the echo of all unspoken questions,
the immutable truth revealed to me as a labyrinth of contradictory feelings,
I am the way and the divine soul, a story of love and unfulfilled dreams,
embracing fleeting moments with a thirst for eternity and inner knowledge.
My spirit, aware of all heights and abysses, rests in the core of solitude,
I no longer negotiate with time or deeds, my cosmic play is an unwritten poem,
and silence envelops me like a mist of memories and longings,
where all desires melt into a subtle and eternal light,
and I become one with all that is, without beginning and without end,
a whisper of the soul, resonating gently through the universe of a solitary heart.
Love, wisdom and power;
thus in fullness tower
oh long weary hermit,
for this is the summit.
Love, wisdom and power,
enabled hour by hour,
if our heart be mellow,
centred in stillness slow.
Love, wisdom and power,
let Mother* empower
by kundalini rise,
we behold in surprise.
Love, wisdom and power;
we become the knower
of the ultimate truth.
Let’s get to it forsooth!
19-April-2022
*Notes: Divine Mother is Shakti at the root chakra. Father is Shiva, at the crown. Kundalini is cosmic energy which rises from root to crown, facilitated by Shakti. Once Shakti unites with Shiva, head melds with heart and we resonate with love. This process occurs here, now in directly felt physicality.
Pay for fond treasure that captures your heart;
Healing is easy if feisty stays calm;
Embrace and capture the mindset that starts;
Notice the breezy movements that glimpse psalm.
Observe pure magic in miracle glow;
Meet phenomenon with curious delight;
Expect dynamic the light that now shows;
Note precious intern sure ways of insight.
Attitude works best with bold heart aligned;
Look deeper within to see how thought comes;
Worth amplifies zest if you read the signs;
A knower unseen is first cause that sums.
Yes you know a tact that's hard to express;
Sense that your soul pact is beyond impress.
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2014
Singapore
The marvel, the all-knower make days the
Sanctuary for all who live,day within days:
Twenty four periods during which the earth total
Rotation on it axis,days arrive like crows in the field
Of stubble corn,in days we born,in days we cry
And laugh,in days we sucked our mother's breast
In days we sleep and wake,in days we grow
In days we do our dally activities,in days we get
Married,in days we gave birth to our infant baby
In days we acquire our needs
In days we count time,day,week,month and year
Days dropped away like honey of a spoon
Days follow one another in an undistinguished
Series, growing and then fade like leave on the tree
In days we gone
Our days run as fast a way as does the rain
Coming from the sky
Days were truly endless and seemed like
A single black night.
May/2/2015
Contest: Days
Sponsor by Thomas Martin.
I was a child of solitude, a phantom among games and echoes,
And my heart beat in rhythm with the hidden signs of the infinite.
I remain now an old alien fortress, atop a forgotten hill,
Holder of truths that defy the emptiness which the crowds do not perceive.
I weave my cloak from the silk of silence, laden with murmurs that cannot be spoken,
I am the guardian of the elevated dawns, knower of the song of the stars unpenetrated.
My soul, an abode of lunar bones, echoes a desolate dance,
I measure the space between thought and sound in a moment losing its resonance.
I carry within me the abandoned whirlpool that separates worlds,
My language is a thread of silver lost in the delusion of the sky's fabric.
Others take shelter beneath words and gestures, in an eternal hustle,
While I reveal myself in the whisper of starry nights, a silent corridor to requiem.
Solitude envelops me like a breeze that passes unnoticed,
Yet bearing within the seeds of arcane stories, scattered to be sown.
I am a stranger with a face hidden in the thicket of unanswered questions,
With roots deeply inoculated in the mysticism of the unnamed earth.
To know might mean to walk on the moon's paths, alone in the silvery light,
While worldly shadows dance, immune to the deep waters they defy.
Watching from my altered shore, wisdom becomes an eternal burden,
And in the secret spring of light, you are a sharp ray slicing through the darkness so cherished.
I never saw Him with my bare eyes, I pray that I shall, on one day, indeed
Through every pain and sorrow, there will be wisdom and peace, splendid.
Bare-footed subjugation with humility, declaring the oneness of God, faithfully.
A gentle wash from confusion,leading to brighter piety, for a better cause, loyally.
Ablution, prayer, supplication, for a better world, healing wounds, slow and sure.
Each step will draw more strength,bring a richness of spirituality, to fight impure.
Thy mercy overshadows anger, the all-knower of heart, the overpowering divinity
May thy mercy save us from hellfire, cleanse our sin with the water, full of purity.
Nothing is trivial to Him. And we seek for His aid only and His bountiful mercy
Mortal human rises up to the supreme, through his prostration, spiritual ecstasy
Word touches an inner word of wisdom, Inner pearls of reflection and acceptance
O the sustainer!Accept us in steadfastness,with humility of thy wisdom, richness.
I am rushing through words to depict a picture here. Maybe, I should not so.
Nowadays faith is a gemstone, a subject of cover-up or a show-off thing to go.
Alienated theory. Process of elimination. Nothing in the alignment of thy favor.
We get processed through a system of brain-wash, instead of being wiser, sober.
As I am pouring the words on a blank page, my strength of conviction says it, all
I saw Him in breathtaking fall color, in far-reaching clouds on a sky, serene, full.
Will you read it to the end? I am no one, yet, I need to be one, in a subtle way.
A lowly world with worldly pain. A poem shall reach beyond, on a promising day.