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18.5
“The Self--which is
absolute, effortless, timeless,
immaculate-- is without limits
and at no distance from you
You are forever It”
Enigmatic space
Within & without
Face to face
We have no doubt
The substratum of the all
Upon which the Word resounds
Be it stillness or the squall
In, within and all around
(23-August-2019)
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Verse 18.5 revisited on 08-January-2022
Pristine, singular, absolute awareness
Restricted to mind-body consciousness
Is subjected to the power of maya illusion
Believing itself to be mind-body, a delusion
This dilemma being merely a hypnotic trance
From which we awake, when erect is our stance
Invoking inner polarity of both senses and thought
By resting in tranquil stillness, no longer fear fraught
Whereupon baton of our awareness reclaimed by soul
Infuses in us bliss vibrancy making us a seamless whole
Consciousness expands encasing the entire universe
Being our innate Self, so we’ve no need to rehearse
Our soul, within form, as indivisible God-essence
Purifies mind-body vessel in full luminescence
With the clear recognition that God alone is
Imbibing the rapturous magnetic bliss fizz
Partaking of here now, both the worlds
As light of truth is within us unfurled
Physics of the moon
I feel the lunar ecstasy in your heart
Connecting our vibes from over 1500 miles apart
With every swing of my mood ring, my sensational heart will sing
An out of this world phenomenon tune, "you are my everything!"
Absorbing every phase the moon goes threw
Sending energy between me and you
When our eyes meet on the darkest side of the moon
Your body mass rotates like a cyclone hitting my land like a typhoon
Like the gravity that bonds the earth and moon together
Our souls will collide with a massive force of forever
The image of you appears at all times like a moon cycle
Like a cascade running all around my mind, like a halo circle
Our love and vision orbits through every star
Giving us light no matter how near or far
The stars throb around the moon like a secret signal in the night
While you inhale my energy that exceeds into the morning light
Like a rainbow that enters and vanishes into the twilight of our sky
Our first kiss under the moon beam will twist our tongues into a tie
A sweet magnetic shadow will remain under the half moon
Sweeping our love above the clouds to float like a balloon
Holding a reflection with the moon's tide
Our journey continued, side by side
Emerging our love to find its way soon
Like a love mirage with the physics of the moon
:)
Line of inquiry
truth imbibed
awaits assimilation
we feel it in our bones
in time dissolved meditation
There's a sacred sanctuary in my soul,
a secluded realm only God can read.
I absorb light like the sun's rays of gold,
illuminating my heart when I've the need.
There dwells the truth to the depth of my core.
deeper than the marrow inside my bones.
A radiance impossible to ignore,
shining brightly when I pray in undertones.
Swiftly, it flows in me when I meditate,
focused on the reason to take my next breath.
My faith is refueled and I contemplate
the irrelevant dread of mortal death.
Embodied light does not dim in the dark.
It's spiritual strength cannot be disputed
God ignites in me the kindling of a spark,
so brilliant so as not to be refuted.
It can't be called inconsequential or trite.
Enlightenment is found, not with eyes alone
It radiates within us to zenith height
with the magnetic power of a loadstone.
With every gust of wind, secret taboo,
secreting a web a cocooned prison
of liquid knowing, flowing,
emulsifying impossibly old and new.
In the beyond of the known, stair-stepped,
desert bone flashed into
your consciousness a confident cajoling.
To stew, on the broth of you.
A teasing shot across your bough
of lost resistance and preservation
your eyes rolling white to the out of blue.
Sailing magnetic across it's salivate maw
and unflinching gaze
You are its pupil satellite Positron of drug,
positioned, strung shift of phase shift
of new vistas of truth and beauty unsealed,
inlayed in the naked language of the Angels, stage.
You are, quickened.
Quickened-Quicksilver, tuning, dimensionality,
Principality.
Hidden depths of self,
trigger emotion and thoughts
of infinity divided by three.
A black hole of obscene curiosity
swallows your mind.
Consciousness crests
in trans-mission inflated verbose
relay of Celeste divine? Freet?
You are a place of shipwrecks and mires,
Vagabound desires.
Who dares to sail beyond the horizon of the known retreat.
You come to an isle
of Precious golds and silvers
in frequency bands of holo-hold.
Land of spellcraft, music, heresy, thrones.
Centrigual placement of palaced
internment, camp of strange instruments,
beautiful adorned accoutrements, and contrived designs.
Rune of keys you can feel, the need.
To play them, a feeling, freed.
You shape the music into an arch entity
that offers you it's drink.
You become a dizzy swirl, unable to think to speak...
Of
Silk robes of every delicate fabrication of sin.
Jewels undone, in mythos biolocationed- transmogrifliquesatisfactions.
Yet the symbology remains constant
in it's sustain of visual topology.
Guiding you through the choppy waters
on ethereal landing
in land of the cloud of uncertainty, in hymnal,
refrain, refrain from it's hypnotic beat.
Hold on tight, Jane, Jason of the
foams and eddys and strangered things.
The exhilerating peril, in para parable.
Epic Tome, seasoning tomb of forner deed, denial plausibility causible.
Be ye not
thirsted for the salts of her drink.
For these are the Seven Seas.
"Fragments and the crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
---John Ruskin, 1853
Pieces of a man
who used to be whole
and chock full of life.
He had a personality that shined
like the rays of a summer afternoon sun!
He had a silver tongue, to boot!
He was a man of gripping eloquence.
A gifted raconteur who captivated
the neighborhood children
with a cavalcade of stories.
He brought joy and laughter
to so many. Unfortunately, a cruel fate
has befallen him! Pieces of a man
who used to be whole; now cold and distant
An unrecognizable ghost of his old self
He has turned inward; retreated
into a shell. The gleaming smile that once
adorned his face, now faint; few and far between.
Eyes that once sparkled like Esperanza diamonds,
empty and lifeless. Who is this stranger?
What has happened to this sunshine of a man?
What became of his magnetic charm? His eloquence?
What has robbed him of his beautiful mind?
Unforgiving, the ravages of Alzheimer's disease
Pieces of a man, crumbs of a tragic life...
All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 08/30/2020
1.19
“Just as a mirror exists
both within and without
the image reflected,
the Supreme Self exists
both within and without the body”
1.20
“Just as the same space exists
both within and without a jar,
the timeless, all-pervasive One
exists as Totality”
Our mandate
In stillness sedate
Is not knowledge vicarious
But direct knowing sagacious
It may be affirmed
As of our knowing confirmed
That He Himself in our heart resides
As well as in all space outside & inside
The knowing thus not by any doing
But by Divine grace the vision so bestowing
By a boundless loving osmotic percolation
Within & without form in our meditation
Our form has grid lines along which energy moves
No doubt wondrous as it pulsates through these grooves
Yet the heart centre alone is unfettered & free
For from therein God Himself graces us in continuity
(19-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 23-October-2021
The starting point is to rest mind
Ego recedes, leaving thoughts behind
That that remains is a stillness continuum
Consciousness aglow at mind-body sensorium
Whereupon we meld with the bliss current
God’s boundless energy omnipresent
At the optimal time, touched by His hand
We become the oneness itself to understand
That God alone is, in-dwelling each form
He is the life as magnetic heat warm
Both void and manifestation, His essence
Our innate aliveness, in truth is but God’s presence
Clear truth known if we become a rippleless lake
When head-heart align with love, we awake
Our earth life purpose is then fulfilled
Bliss and wisdom within instilled
Just like Helen of Troy
your face could launch
a thousand ships.
Your preternatural beauty,
arrests the air I breathe.
At first glance,
time freezes to a standstill.
So enviable is the symmetry of your face.
Your facial features, perfectly chiseled.
Your captivating face,
a feast for the eyes
Tantamount to fireflies
swarming the charcoal sky;
even Aphrodite would bow her head
in shame before you.
Just like Helen of Troy
your face could launch
a thousand ships.
That nose, beautifully centered
on your heart-shaped face.
Those lips, a rounded cupid's bow.
Those amber puppy-dog eyes,
brim with love
and devastating innocence.
Oh, how your face comes alive
when you smile at me!
Your aura, nothing short of magnetic!
The power of your radiant smile
could make iceberg explode
like dynamite!
Just like Helen of Troy
your face could launch
a thousand ships.
Free Verse Only- Pick a Theme Poetry Contest/Winner(2nd Place)
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Theme: Your face could launch a thousand ships
Date written and posted: 05/29/2018
I could not believe it, as I stood on a road, so high,
Ten thousand feet above the sea level and felt to fly;
Thin roads, like jet plane traces, converged, into an uphill -
‘Gravity Defying Hill Ladakh’, known for acute chill...!
The story, I heard of the magnetic hill, was, unique,
Its magnetic force pulls cars upwards, eye-witnesses speak;
I stood speechless as the driver stopped his car, yet, it moved,
When vehicles drove, like ghosts, engineless, the truth was proved...!
There was a mystic path, Once upon a time, the myths say,
Men and women lived blamelessly, and reached heaven this way;
I stood, wonderstruck, and experimented with each grass blade,
Wonders flew in each molecule as though the heavens swayed...!
Observing each moving automobile, I stood breathless,
The magnetic hill stood solemn and serene, as deathless;
Each small leaf, laced with graces of frost, waved in victory,
Each nucleus of dust, therein, seemed benedictory...!
I adore the wonders of the creator in each dust,
Thinking, hearing, and witnessing, in him I ever trust;
Each creature of nature, indeed, is divinity filled,
In breathlessness stand each creature, physique-psyche core thrilled...!
27 January 2023
I filled the night’s chalice
with knots of desire,
ribbons rinsed
with watered secrets
of the snake stars
I drank the charged blue
of the soul’s sapphire,
brushed the salt-laced air
between heartbeats
named the pining patterns
of crystal lanterns
your sacred fire
and you drift beside me ~
femme fatale fantasies,
singing sweet, sepal soft odes
soothing aquatic angst
placing pink, perfumed petals
where I dream ~
promising I breathe nothing
but the pulse of paradise
untouched ~
as I slowly awaken
to the tulip tempest you’ve stirred
within me,
tongue-teasing
along your ring finger
while my nails roamed
the curves of your
contoured forearms,
learning the lion-mane lines
above your merlot veins
like redolent rain
thirsting to taste
the electrified essence
of your liquid lyrics
rushing restlessly
upon my rose-moon reveries
O, magnetic charmer
at the mercy of your
white-magic spell
even an incubus
shall hide in shame,
forgetting tricks to tempt
the timeless trinkets
awaiting to be traced ~
Oh, how I tremble
at the mere thought
of having love’s floral thunder
enthrall and excite me
in tremors of rolling silence
for I need you more than
the wanting waves
aching to
wash over the sands
I am the sighing sonnet
only the sea-wilderness
within the island
of your gaze can read ~
a mermaid mystery
marked with tides of truth…
The Venus Sun-Trap
Bright sister of the Earth defines the sky at eve and dawn
For similarities not at all, a hothouse orb intensely strong
Of water next to none that would see it boil and frazzle
Earth’s closest sister dons sulphur clouds that really makes her dazzle
Bright Lucifer and Vesper that heralds an evening prayer
Two stars not one named by the ancients for her light so fair
This Roman goddess of beauty and love rages a polar storm
Her hellish mantel submits non stop to molten rocks that warm
Bright Venus, second to the sun. the messenger goes first
She’s first for an inferno that would make the devil thirst
And more transcends them all with atmospheric pressure
Ninety times more than Earth, her fiery crown a treasure
Bright lady whose carbon greenhouse is her estate
Two hundred three and forty earth days, it takes her to rotate
The slowest of the lot, her magnetic field not much
But her volcanic life and magma are very hard to match
Bright morning star that twinkles in the fading night time sky
I know exactly who you are, so clearly seen by human eye
Too hot for human mission and short lived the probes that land
One day you may be conquered with your secrets well in hand