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Line of inquiry: “What is that awareness by which each body-mind feels alive and becomes aware?” : Unseeking Seeker
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within mitochondria of every cell
in all forms exist reverential eye clear
pupil of ALL is sightless, soundless, spaceless
luminous is it
not fluid or corporeal is awareness
untainted, animated, transparent joy ~
lux connects beings in constant endeavour
equilibrious
in progressing silence Might communicates
signals, as mind releases its endless talk
intellect seconds to observe faculty
sense cosmic iris
underlying innocence moves, stillness proves
free from thought, effortlessly aligns context
outside of psychic perception of need-want
creates sensations
gifts directives precise, instant by instant
movement apprehended, perfect momentum
depends on subjection of mentality
temperature change
nervous system feels minute temperature
variations, as messages to perform
actions or remain inert, organs respond
synchronise lung-heart
as persona becomes tacit, Fashioner
harmonises mitochondria contents
vibrations resulting in moot wave functions
awareness arise
noble energy moves across density
grey brain matter, corpuscles, marrow, nerves, bone
containing cellular helixed coding, tones
transforms or spirals
regulated breathe carries electronic
intra and inter cosmic imperatives
Eye of eye will frequent atomic sequence
language translates waves
herein lies I's retina causality
relating to humans through infinity —
life-rotation-death cycles mystical grasp
Unrelenting vast
how humans utilise power effective
depends on maturity of crown to bow
processing acknowledgment of SourceLight
exculpate it is —
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Placed : 7th
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April 26
DEATH IN THE MORNING
on her roosting perch
a wood pigeon awoke
fluttered with a nervous jerk
warily
searching for sustenance
above
the peregrine made a fateful entrance
a winter harsh & icy cold
driven far
from its familiar fold
seeking food further
afield
to an urban garden
that might increase its yield
under a biting wintry sky
the short tailed falcon
hovered high
an efficient killer from above
more than a match
for pigeon or dove
taking its chosen meal t
in fligh
swooping sudden
from
a great height
the momentum imprinting
our window pane,her throat slashed
she soon was slain
talons sunk deep
into the pigeons chest
this finicky eater
pecked at head & breast
the lawn strewn leavings
of a ravenous raptor
as
nature's journal
leafs into another chapter
Original Year Posted 2007
Just when we chase after our dreams, a strange guest emerged
lurking behind the shadows of yesterday,
as it travels through borders everyone wish it would remain a foreign disease.
Soldiers sent out to fight this unseen enemy
choking the lungs of its preferred victims, oh! our countries,
leaving trails of devastation in all jurisdictions as though unstoppable
did I just hear you said it’s the new normal?
We, so far from those who're close to our heart
cause we're to fight this invisible virus behind close door.
ah, the ordeal of serving sentence in your own home,
I was even told to keep my distance, putting on my shield.
In all we’re supposed to dive in waters they’ll never deep their feet
In a time of global deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
Our gatekeepers for the policies
smiles so uncertain as though to reassure of absolute control
when in all essence shadow actor's footprint emerges.
drift away unanchored by the truth-wreck.
the wild wind of the plan-demic oops heard its pandemic,
is testing the resolved of humanity
whoa they said we’re all in this together.
The epidemiological profile of this virus
made nonsense of all apocalyptic predictions,
this tends to make me question their integrity with the truth
slipe-screen media report preaching the same damaging mechanism
with manipulated statistics far and wide.
it’s a convergence of these negative effect that birthed falsehood
yes fraud. This idea lacks careful consideration of humanity.
The associate cost of this bio-slaughter-lethal,
ultrasonic demolition of our socio-economic activities
stampeding our conscience to become nervous of even our family,
industrialized cities now, now on their knees with no flicker of hope.
with increasing volatility in every sector our world
yes, our nations under siege. A great reset indeed
In all we’re told to take the jabs even when obviously it doesn’t safeguard
some words are deemed too hallowed to be translated.
" Nightmare is a suffering followed by feelings of insecurity" - Poet
NIGHTMARE
Nightmare irritates
coming frequent in sleep
always frightening.
Me mostly attacked - harassed.
Bad dream compels me to scream.
Sweet Dreams so rare !
Nightmare is terror to me.
Extreme disturbance.
Even own scream in my sleep
wakes me up giving relief.
May be a desease,
sort of nervous disorder,
my inheritance.
My Dad also screamed in dream..
Suffocated suffering !
Lucinda dressed up in her fanciest bluest most satiny dress.
It had flounces and ruffles, creases that gave her a caress.
She was in her party finery, sitting still, waiting for her guest.
Her collie, Labrador and Scotty dog gave barking a small rest.
They will be here any second, she assured her puppy friends.
The doggy brigade sat patiently, doing cartwheels and knee bends.
Lucinda was disappointed, for no humans appeared that day.
Each had an excuse about why they had to go away.
It’s those dogs, her mother said. No one wants to be around them.
Lucinda did not understand this, so she spoke to cousin Clem.
Your pups don’t like us, he told her. They only like one person – you.
No one wants to eat with dogs, it makes us nervous, Lu.
the invisible threshold
i shall not hide
i shall not die
in fervors demeanors
mis-contraception
dedicate that grammar
under sheets i halt breads
nervous
nervous is samsara
the apprehension of sorrow
end sowing of silks
cursiffs
i am also finnish
regalitry and conformity
i thee web
backstrokes towards mercy
another strings pluck
without and gaunt
she labeled and i shrunk
guilded rembrandts
dethroned liberation
my carpentry
and my stones
cementing fences
learning tones
all as duty
and none as before
once again known breach
sand shall never relent
the shore is not bright
#civilrightslaws
I sweat when I’m nervous,
Its my trait,
Not by choice,
Anxious,
My fate.
When I’m first to show,
Last or out smarted,
Just the thought of being anxious,
Means that it’s started
Sweats come,
Mouth drys,
Run away,
Want to cry,
Mop my brow,
How,
No tissue,
Big issue,
Some one speaks so I have to react,
Retract,
Will they see me sweat,
Think I’m weird,
It’s everything I’ve ever feared.
Deep breaths,
Need to stop muttering,
Eyes wide,
Don’t start stuttering,
Sweaty pits,
Can you see,
Please no,
Why me,
Wrong colour shirt,
Feel hurt.
Make an excuse,
Need to leave,
Reprieve,
Could say somethings happened,
Terribly bad,
Play the part,
Look sad.
Say I’m unwell,
They’ll think I’m mad,
They don’t know me,
My bad,
My life
My struggle
Too many feelings to juggle.
Moan,
Feel so alone - in this crowd
Why am I here,
Fear
Maybe it’s too soon
Too loud.
Deep breath - stay calm,
Happy thoughts,
Sweaty palms,
Run away,
I must not,
...............
I’m only at the bus stop.
Koorosh the Great, Friend
All of my heart
One tear
Or one Monsoon
No amount, no grandeur
Can express the sorrow
Oh yes, I am sad, I am saddened
I am in sorrow
I am swimming in the darkness
I am missing something
That can not be said in words
Koorosh the great was a prophecy
For only now have we seen
The truth of greatness
Not by Victory, but by kindness
We are blessed to have seen
How simple life can be
Love your life
Your family
Your friends
Bring everyone laughter
Create, envision and dream
Everyone who knows you feels special
Your father taught you well
Kindness that transcended generations
In the end
A humble man
No god could make him bitter
He was as he always was and more
A kind man
Only when you remove a tree from the garden
Do you realize
The tree was the garden
The flowers bloomed for the tree
The people sought shade and comfort
Quietly, I weep
For him
For his family
For life
If all great leaders followed his path
What a beautiful world we would have
He inspired
He smiled
Corey, you are missed
Notes: Dedicated to my friend Corey Fazel who just recently passed away before his time. Corey, you will be missed by many many people. It is you with your friendly pertinence that got me to swim, and that alone has changed my life, I will remember the many evenings and dinners we talked about all things under the sun.
MSA is Multiple System Atrophy, a terrible and debilitating disease that attacks the nervous system. It has many of the symptoms of Parkinson, however from onset one has very few years of life left.
Winter-poem
On the way home I had bought winter-wood, only buy
a little at a time this because I’m so bloody old and can`t carry much.
The supermarket was nearly empty I liked that people make me nervous and grumpy.
I bought a bottle of wine with golden horse; the wine is from Alentejo
We all have a penchant for lions; Norway is full of stone lions some
of them look scary and much bigger than the real ones.
It was then I remembered the poem, I think it is of the intellectual sort,
deep ploughing and full of dictionary words. Alas, after unloading
the wood I had forgotten it,
but I will remember when I get the first line right.
The older sister didn’t like the younger
always treating her bad
when the younger was first born
it really drove her mad
when they were children
the older lost her sister friends
bullied and treated her rough
and she did it to no end
growing up the older a barbie girl
she always got the men
the younger second in the world
time and time again
the older one still nasty cruel
had always been the way
never thought her sibling tool
would better her one day
but the younger sister was no tool
she was sweet and beautiful
had a group of friends from school
whilst the older had none at all
but men all chased her
she could pick and choose
never treated the younger better
as the younger would always lose
Having lost the younger friends
The older went for it again
fancied her sisters sexy friend
and she always gets the men
but this WAS her sisters friend
a friend immune to the trend
and he knew of her nasty past
didn’t like how she treated
finally the older was past up at last
for the first time ever defeated
if you bully his friend
he’ll never get with you
and he gave his friend
the victory she never knew
The older sister had a nervous breakdown
and the friend has been kicked out now