Long Nonchalance Poems
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here we are, abiding in bliss energised stillness
then an earthy agenda calls upon us to act
for there is a mundane task to be performed
in as ordained in our earth life role we so chose
hesitancy, if it arises, to dive into gross matter
does it not signal addiction to our comfort zone
what is that that inhibits our meditational orientation
merely by altering activity mind-body is to perform
introspecting thus we ascertain the cause within
being our inability as yet to bilocate fickle attention
which as yet has tendencies toward inertia or tamas
preferring to stagnate somewhere rather than flow
the aspect of consciousness that stagnates is ego
therefore as yet traces of feral residue remain within
restricting free and unfettered movement of presence
across all realms and domains in vibrant nonchalance
as love outpours its own sublime essence
each imbibes hues of chosen resonance
free will determining the vibration
making music tuned to its gyration
in a play of divine entwined romance
child wondrous visiting a foreign land
flits about in trance till he understands
that fleeting images merely come and go
whilst bliss within eternal and mellow
all that that is empowered by Gods hand
dynamic stillness in field kinetic
enlivened silence when heart ecstatic
centred in nonchalance void our fulcrum
each node within bliss throb sensorium
rainbow in full view magic eclectic
08-February-2021
I have been a sieve bucket
Of shiny plastic parts,
Containing reasonable sands of logic, time and place-
Drastically mixed with the fluidity of natural human race,
And oddly and inconveniently, a subspace
For an awkwardly large heart.
Why has its energy, connective and warm,
Imploded my zone of comfort?
Its vibrations teemed my walls, exploited my woes
Which till now have composed me quite conveniently
In perfect shell form?
I have molded realities into peaks and castles,
Beautiful for a brief moment as life’s own art,
Yet crumbling too soon into shackles-
The sand’s plans (though well intentioned)
Never seem to properly span across
This aforementioned large heart?
I have ignored its pulsing cries of recognition,
Smashed its value to the depths of nothingness
To breach partitions of Universal fate’s recipe
For flow and season in forced perfection;
Yet muddied and worn, wretched and torn,
It still giggles and glows-
Defying all logical reason.
In anguish I have begged, dear heart, for disintegration!
Why do you lay idle in seeming nonchalance?
Why have you not flooded these holes of my soul
And flowed out to which creation compels me?
Will Love and light ever overflow my muddy plastic half?
I smugly wait and listen in demand of a response!
A few beats, a laugh.
You shine upon me for a quiet moment, wretchedly glistening.
Have I dared to set aside my fear and gain the courage to finally listen?
The message you have needed to convey
Resonates to me quietly,
In recognition of my soul’s ambition:
“Why don’t you merely give me away?”
A simple response, I answer in action (in giving to you, my true):
For I begin building my fate only from today;
Creating with purpose and satisfaction,
Eternally anew.
An opportunity comes our way
in as related to the external
We look at it in detached nonchalance
viewing it with cognition spherical
We do not leap to seize our chance
for implications arising from it remain
Positioning ourself at the other end
we review it for potential karmic stain
In the daily game of worldly negotiations
we no longer are the astute negotiator
Throb of love our ever present orientation
we are the humble & surrendered placater
Thus neither giving nor taking as a trade
the yardstick we employ is balance
Allowing right of way to the other
in joyful and empathetic playful parlance
13-September-2020
I dwell in quietude, just as I am,
with erst fears and desires long since renounced,
negating every patterned thought program,
that the light of Self may dawn unannounced.
Free from bondage of anticipation,
flowing with ease, mode embrace and release,
bliss drenched heart attuned to love’s vibration,
lets kundalini do as it does please.
From time to time, ego still does surface,
oceanic waves viewed in nonchalance,
ripples in the void, erased by God’s grace,
hum of bliss magnetism my soul’s response.
Be we awake or at night when I yawn,
each life breath I take ushers a new dawn.
Each life breath I take ushers a new dawn,
as a benign burn in mind-body urn,
that heartbeat by heartbeat as I’m reborn,
my life as I know it, takes a new turn.
Transformed from inside out, I’m free from doubt,
imbibing God’s blessings that come my way,
moving like a child as I go about,
Holy Spirit making love my mainstay.
Trusting divine currents to carry me,
to be truthful, there is nothing I do,
since with ego exhumed, my soul is free,
simply watching bliss beats within renew.
Though I’ve been by others overtaken,
poised in the void, I remain unshaken.
Poised in the void, I remain unshaken,
deeming all coordinates as equal,
knowing in timeless time I’ll awaken
and the dream being played has a sequel.
My spiritual growth is optimised,
fate as ordained unfolding as ordained,
so I bide my time till God’s realised
and light of clear truth in my heart ingrained.
My heart’s resolve too is a gift from God,
wherein all I do is proclaim intent,
pathless path of soul’s rise leaving me awed,
revealing my true form luminescent.
Deeming all rituals as but a scam,
I dwell in quietude, just as I am.
what is born must die …
this we know but do not accept
in as embrace with vibrant nonchalance ~
no, let us admit it fellow souls
we are in truth truly afraid
we have seen birds in mourning …
majestic lions tear eyed when grieving
rain drops falling when skies are weeping
one by one fangs of death have wrenched away
family and friends who made us feel complete
we too will die, who then are we, we wonder
scriptures and fables offer not the taste
direct knowing of death that erases doubt
to imbibe truth we enter time dissolved silence
animating attention in the bardo of formlessness
soul’s eye then beholds dead leaf of ego drop away
reflect oh hermit, do we not die with each exhalation
at our core we know the next breath’s not promised
sleep is death yet we look forward to it each night
is not death then just waking up from this dream
why oh why do we cling to ephemeral illusions
shrugging off death of form ~ death yet pursues
we die when voice of conscience is subdued
when lust, rage and envy are fires we fan
or a girl child is abandoned at the orphanage
we die whenever ego opaques the light of our soul
“enjoying illusions without stagnating
in blissful nonchalance, we keep on flowing”
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Let
us take
awareness
as aliveness,
innate to our self,
as witness consciousness,
upon which reflections move,
quite the same thing as a movie,
then strangely we choose to be confined
lost amidst the dream characters on screen.
We go to sleep, dream, wake up, again dream.
What then is a dream and what is real?
What matters is our responses.
to the events playing out.
Are we poised to let go
and connect within
with the divine
in our heart:
throbbing
bliss.
12-December-2020
Where does it all come from...
Our every thought and what we feel?
As basic urges give way to instinct,
And thoughtful action seeks to heal.
Now some may oversimplify, this
Cause and effect stimulus and response.
As if complexity was not even present,
Only Pavlovian drooling, though nonchalance.
This may include some history and experience,
To shade and color the specific event.
After all, the difference between surprise & shock,
May lie somewhere between everything sent.
While temptation may yield to psychology,
That analysis is destined to be incomplete.
Since ignorance is the primary mentor,
And our wisdom may seem obsolete.
Is it possible for a a full understanding,
Where prediction would reward along the way?
Or does evolutionary change continue to
Raise the bar, & that will always stay.
What seems definite is only a teaser,
Just a snack to satisfy before the meal.
Because our hunger is far more curious, &
It won't settle for table scraps in the deal.
So while our interest may be endless,
We may never have the complete view.
Leaves me to wonder if it's due to our clumsiness,
While stumbling along without having a clue.
Whatever answers are there awaiting us,
I'm sure of one thing to grant me some peace.
That is no matter the origins or journey,
Our efforts will continue to know this masterpiece.
I once wrote a sonnet for a pointless percussionist.
Telling him he is lucky to be getting them at an early age.
A fool was I neglecting his nonchalance with my heart.
I once wrote a sonnet for a dull director.
Telling him he haunts my dreams with his graceful tunes.
A fool was I wasting my skill on that opening line.
I once wrote a poem for an admirable athlete.
Telling him his words echo down the street.
A fool was I asking for more than he ever cared.
A fool am I explaining this misuse of time.
Telling him how he will be related to the movies. And thus,
I am writing a poem for a mesmerizing manager.
MANIFOLD ECLECTICS
deadpan
newfound
possibilities
rippling
mind-scrambling
over-lays
a
panoply
alludes
to
exhilarating
yet
muted
& imbued
response
a
cerebral
tension
undergoing
needless
unruly
elongation
touching
personality
in
a
exquisite
ravishing
unfinished
but potent
revolving
brilliant
encounter
with virtuosity
tradition
a
glinting
shimmering
spontaneous
nonchalance
glimpsed
a feint
reworking
transparent
& benighted
radically
sardinic
matter
of
sophisticated
qualities
of empathy