Long Medulla Poems
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Fixing the Ajna point between eyebrows
we may draw a circle horizontal
traversing eyes, temples, ears till Medulla
seamless energy band spherical
Likewise we may mark the upward path
rising up straight & vertical
via Guru & Sahasrara, Bindu & Medulla
as the energy loop ovoidal
The lotus at crown is said to have 1000 petals
each of which must blossom in ignition
bewildering is the magnificence of Gods miracle
cognising all of Brahman resident within
Futile is reading doctrines & scriptures
for the actuality of is-ness is ineffably beauteous
as we resistancelessly flow in the current
each nuance within potent awakening thunderous
13-September-2020
From base of spine to medulla
And then rising up to vibrant crown
Dipping down to glistening single eye
Over front enlivening throat and heart
Before grazing navel and sacral centres
The magnetic energy loop splits us vertically
As the higher aspect of self propels body form
Positioned along the spinal column, hence hidden
And so we thus literally witness in-form consciousness
Moment to moment, all moments in flow of time entwined
Our soul transmutation thus assimilated, known to us alone
As our bliss drenched presence breathes gently in equanimity
24-December-2022
Losing her soul to the whirlwind
Her spirit stolen by rainstorm
Body of her became a sacrifice
To the turbulent blizzard.
Once upon a soul mate
We both danced in the day
And we have both thrust
Our feet together in the dark
I had thought
I was the only key to her heart
Until I met the door I left clogged opened
My luggage packed outside in the rain.
I knocked the door endlessly
Still under the bashing of
A heavy clatter of water from the above
Visibly shaking, fidgeting
Like a lost pullet with no mother
I heard a heavy laughter from within
I peeped through the window
Nothing in sight to behold
In my world, rain stopped
To me alone, it was no longer raining
Heat came over me from within
My head ran fast as I became hot
Is she inside all the while?
Has somebody replaced me?
No, rang through my medulla oblongata
Basking in the effusive
Hymns of “forever together”
“Bad thought of a bad dream”
I chorused to ‘self
The masculine laughter reverberated
With a ugly but husky voice
This time accompanied by a very
Feeble but familiar sonorous voice
Playing the Juliet to the Romeo’s laughter
I am dead, I’m finished
My soul mate, now soul lost?
Life stared at me without a sire
Alayade Stephen T.
20th of June 2007
03.52pm
NB-Written in Iba,(Ayos) in the house with me,
Expecting a Mary, and Izobo daughter.
most instances when i initially seat
myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
an unspecified number hours elapse
before that eureka i.e. Jackie Oh
revelation transpires
witnessing, this scruffy, prickly,
and madly scratching itchy hairs
dotting chinny chin chin of this hobo
hook huns hitters hymns elf
tubby a generic home
er run (hitting) mill
(on the floss sing false teeth)
common everyday fluky,
nippy, nap noopy Joe,
whence upon gestation ova hen chic idea
(Egg heads, merely
scrambled random thought fragments
at that stage) scrunching brow
activates laser focus,
a scattershot burst of tangential thread populate
formerly barren tabula rasa,
sans, Lenovo external screen
once again defying (tomb me
akin to some eternal mystery),
trucked since time immemorial
inexplicable, that sudden ignition
asper cerebral automatic
catalytic converter kickstarter
(hmm...perhaps cogs and gears
housed within medulla oblongata)
foster fecund fertilization,
an inexplicable phenomena,
I dune hot know
explanation, but upon advent
whence, wispy vague undefinable inchoate
coalesce analogous to genesis of animal new life
when there appears just the merest hint
of fledgling wispy notions strive similar
to sperm cells
fervently whipsawing vis a vis,
via flagellation motility misfits
and false starts before this crotchety scribe
mollycoddles crux of embryonic idea
congeals, expresses, and forms
grandiose manifest destiny
mentioned above i.e. Ho
Lee Judas Priest remaining catharsis
seems like a versatile
self determining tour de force
whereat fingers of the lefthand
move of their own volition spilling forth poe
whet tree once expended leaves (of grass)
finds me Walt sing whit man nigh hick cull
tickled pink with a soft after glow.
in the inner sanctum of heart
where all opposites dissolve
we embrace the sacrednesses
breathing in fragrance sublime
as bliss mists suffuse our form
ushering time stretched peace
we sense soma nectar dripping
through hidden conduits within
illuminating our energy grid lines
wooed gently by bliss magnetism
spine a seamless band of light
connected to medulla and crown
dipping down over bridge of nose
over front dividing body into two
manifesting an ethereal cool heat
sun and moon in lovers embrace
around with in-form nodes orbit
with the toroidal heart pulsating
celebrating the dance underway
in the midst of being-ness as such
we hear a call asking us to hasten
to perform a mundane daily task
so we play out our role as ordained
thus flowing in vibrant nonchalance
#Love_incarnated
In multitudes and populated 7 billion beings of earth,
fell not far from my heart skipping beats,
maybe it was your aura,
maybe your aligned Chakras,
something in me reverberated,
upon just mere gaze.
Some out of this cosmos pulling forces,
kept sinking me into your mirred mystery,
rarity in my own lifetime encounters.
Hypnotic interferences in my medulla,
fixed me to nothing of this earth except you and only you.
Angelic spiritual realm type of being.
Jaw dropped as sense walks out of my side just to not interfere with your presence.
Beauty in a human form,
freckles and fine tuned to every Chakra in my being.
If this be a wild dream,
please don't wake up,
rather day dream than to allow you to leave my side.
Fell so hard,
the weight of my heart just couldn't be balanced further by this skeleton, my flesh coats.
These grounds cution me,
free fall assured by your presence to land gently.
In your eyes my safe haven lit so bright,
white sheets of pureness.
Asked for a name,
you gave me your heart instead,
our greeting turned to a love embedded tale.
Your smile radiants on my face,
germinated something inside me,
hope and assurance,
something no one ever showered my heart with.
The universe conversed on our behalf,
we were there,
in the first chapter of a love novel,
our words like paint brushes complemented each other,
co-painting this love artifact before our own heart desires.
This is too good to be true,
my skeptical me said.
Love in it's purest form,
long walked out of this earth human heart.
but there you were, incarnated.
#Poetic_Ink
Somewhere between the molecules
and neurons in my brain,
lies latent creativity,
between miracles and mundane.
Although of late, still sleeping,
wandering, adrift,
as if in need like watering seeds
to bloom its innate gift.
Itself to heights out of the night
and into light again,
somewhere behind the prefrontal lobe
a thought begins to spin.
Like a waterspout, a funnel cloud,
or a black hole in deep space,
yet smaller than a pinhead
with angels dancing on its face.
While it craves to know its master
and begs to be reborn,
as if it knows it's time and place,
and laughs with mirth and scorn.
Much like a clown, a trickster now,
hiding in the weeds, lying,
between my amygdala and medulla,
creativity teases me.
I know not where it's leading,
if any place at all,
but only know to listen,
to its faint, quiescent call.
That may lead to greener pastures
where wisdom's waiting there,
some little treasures I've been after
or perhaps, disaster and despair.
The only way of knowing
is to take the winding road,
inside my mind where love is kind
and thoughts that matter grow.
While listening to the wind and rain
or gazing on the Milky Way,
creativity unfolds like silver and gold,
and children lost in play.
As it rises, falls, expands, and stalls,
leaving all perplexed,
waiting for the moment when
another young bird leaves its nest.
And spreads its wings and learns to fly
and let itself be known,
to feathery flocks, sea, sky, and rocks
and wherever it may roam.
In this never-ending, mind-bending journey
of mountain peaks to climb,
for the creative urge to feel the surge
of Creativity in our minds.
By Parizo Van Thulare
Sometimes is just a face with smile
Deep down the heart has secrets to hide
Sometimes is just a mouth with some teeth to shine
But when the night falls
Life goes back to that crime
Those eyes
They might look clear
But before they rest
All the pains are unleashed from their nest
Those pretty looks
And all these heavenly moods
They are just the cover ups for the wounds
Nothing is cool
Life will turn you into a tool
The true side of life keeps one grinding
This other side is all about pretending
The Veins are being punished by thoughts
The medulla is being forced to cook with endless pots
No one is perfect
We are all life's experiments
magnetised spine
medulla pierced
rising yet higher
grazing caressing
bindu and crown
as a small orifice
in our tenth gate
allows us to bilocate
seamless energy band
paying homage to guru
descends to third eye
where it spreads wings
enveloping the skull
that a thousand suns
light up all at once
in reverential celebration
soma nectar drips
triangulating nadis
as of divine will
sun rays and moonbeam
navigate to tip of nose
down to lips and chin
jugular notch and heart
via navel back to root
transmutation of form
felt vividly in the physical
(where else ~ we are here)
borne by bliss magnetism
orbiting the central vein
illumined by the kundalini
splits us in two vertically
toroidal form of Ardhnarishwar
By Parizo Van Thulare
When sadness shuts the heart
Loneliness enters the brain
Happiness evades
Emptiness unlocks the gates
The last tear drops
That true love stops
No more goodnight texts
No more greetings left
Feelings get bottled up
All the love gets locked up
No more smiles
Those eyes start to reveal pain
Hatred starts to camp
He comes along with his army
Once they camp inside the medulla
They drain every thought
Each and every memory left gets dried by wind
Revenge pays a visit
Jealousy exceeds the limit
Adrenaline comes running
Guns come rattling
They swallow them all
Love leaves them lying on the floor