Long Organic form Poems

Why does dawn dress robust morning,
while dusk undresses sight?
Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day
a lifetime of Easter mornings 
redeeming nocturnal sight's revolution,
another therapeutic day of gift-it-forward light,
some longer,
some shorter 
before naked covered night.

Why life?
To uncover...

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1  Where are we

The path appears as we walk upon it,
crystallising right before our soul’s eye,
enabled for those with resolve and grit,
who to attain God, are ready to die.

If the God-search task seems like...

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Moment to moment, all moments entwined,
I feel the touch of magnetism divine,
the source of which, by mind is not divined
so to know the truth, with heart I align.
With this preamble, let’s step back in time,
that...

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wobbling
   earth
      Phoebus
          slipover
               &
...

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“As God’s spark ensouling organic form,
I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm,
divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both...

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As an earth bound entity
Encased in this organic form
That decays moment to moment
Bewildered by illusion, thus in delusion
We are asked to repent and believe
That we may return to God’s fold
Wherefrom we strayed away
Termed as fall...

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In the beginning, all that was, was living light eternal
Vibrant in time and space dissolved ineffable peace
Pulsating endlessly in a singularity transcendental 
Sans identity, with no attribute, we were and still are
One without a second,...

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spoke to stars

every 
   night
     when 
        world 
            slept
 ...

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We as soul, are living light
Complete but yet an infant
Shaped by God, in His image
We reside in bliss of heaven
But as a receptor, not creator

God wishes that we be as He
So immerses us into duality...

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Hostilities
  hate
   & hysteria
          world full
               of 
 ...

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This one
  for
    a 
      girl
         abandoned
           ...

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Dark space
               Cold 
           &
inexorable
    soul
  ...

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crushing defeat
   in 
     abyss 
         of 
          nostalgia
   ...

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we are here
why would we negate
so we do accept this reality 
taking our stuporous aliveness
within decaying organic form
as the point of reference
with which we begin
Ramana’s inquiry
who am I

looking back at our life
we notice our values...

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whilst
    courting 
       reveries
          in 
           chamomile...

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nascent 
     dawn appears
kaleidoscope 
 of 
color
  midnight 
    sighs 
       leftovers 
        ...

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Written: April 18, 2025, for contest by Useeking Seeker

Suggested line of inquiry:

“As God’s spark ensouling organic form,
I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm,
divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled...

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Let's meet 
     on 
        side
        of
      honesty
honor
    &...

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Cleaved from God’s light, we wished to be as He
but one day we ate the forbidden fruit,
whose toxins caused dread and in heart envy,
darkening our luminous soul with soot.
Though tempestuous and wild, as God’s child,
we...

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19.7
“Where is life and death?
Where is the world and worldly relations? 
Where is distraction and stillness?
I abide in the glory of Self”

Verse revisited on 06-July-2022

As a shape shifting soul
Breath and heartbeat stilled
To feel contrast, we...

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Organic form goes through birth and death
Thus man too did believe in death’s inevitability 
Until Jesus practically demonstrated resurrection
Signalling that we too may so transcend, as did He
Upon lighting the three fold flame of Christ...

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one day this organic form
which in truth is but dust
for the moment seeming alive 
owing to influx of God’s breath
will return back to Mother Earth 
the elements it borrowed
to shape this human vessel

our soul which...

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Vesuvius Eruption

flumped
feeling
  fading
     forthcoming
 carrying 
    his 
giant
   cyclopedia
in hand
  snaring
of 
 day's sun

believing 
  his soul 
hoisting
&
asked
don't cry
as
   I feel...

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I closed the car door and stood there looking out the window of the parking lot, third floor, cigarette in my mouth and the city running in the fog. there is no day that looks...

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dear heart
  life 
    not
       always
          bluebirds &
       butterflies
 ...

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