Long Percolation Poems
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Love touch tender, leaves no hearts asunder
Fragrance enabling our souls expansion
Asks no questions; is itself the answer
An osmotic bliss throb percolation
Love begins, by softening attention
Aliveness innate, in playful caper
Embracing all, without hesitation
Love touch tender, leaves no hearts asunder
Devoid of anger, envy and slander
In and yet not within, life in motion
Magnetism divine, a benign thunder
Fragrance enabling our souls expansion
Love alone real, found in each vibration
Bridging chasms by power of prayer
The very purpose of Gods creation
Asks no questions; is itself the answer
Love rebinds, what the ego does sever
Let us make it our orientation
That never wavers, now and forever
An osmotic bliss throb percolation
Nestled thus in the void of cessation
The false falls away, layer by layer
Vibrant, healing light, our meditation
Bliss mist vapour, the divine vivifier
Love touch tender
26-April-2021
Doing what we do as a doer, we tend to sway
Owing to lower ego urges thus interfering
Knowing seeing is believing, as scriptures say
Becoming by non-doing, presence free flowing
Delighting in myriad hues of love manifest
Vivifying elixir divine, magnetising our form
Transcending mind body by ceasing to resist
Imbibing waves of ineffable bliss in swarms
Resting thought, abiding in pure awareness
Emptying out consciousness contracting toxins
Going along with the flow of love in blissfulness
Dancing with joy as bliss throb within heightens
Beginning thus in pristine stillness and silence
Transitioning to fullness by bliss percolation
Scintillating is the purity of childlike innocence
Drawing in divine grace in playful celebration
22-November-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
Awaking from Stupor 1-16-24
It's not desire per say but the clinging
That stifles soul and stops heart from singing
Enlivening silence sets our souls free
Vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree.
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Awaking from Stupor
Winter haze beats upon the door,
Drunken dreams cling to bitter cherries of midnight,
Before night sashays into white flurries of dawn
When dull eyes wrestle out of binding yesterdays,
And pink-purple pussywillow hallucinations,
Provoked
Awakened to dream
Throwing off phantoms of eiderdown illusions,
Dawning redeemed from the clutch of midnight shrouds,
Nascent emerges sipping sweet soul sunrises
Coaxed from aromas of grace,
From holographic hollow mazes,
While pale sleepwalking staggers into real
Returning with a rosy heartbeat flush
To leave in shadows lethargy of ragged pastels
Numb shades to retreat like useless ghosts
And cower in new auroras of primed breathless light,
Neon insights flash electric incentive,
Sparks ignite fertile tinder stored in silence,
Sentient eyes step into the womb reserved
For every new second purified
In percolation of harmonic animas –
Conscious and unconscious
Awake emergent -
Bliss consummated!
Stretching our inner silence, grazed by tender bliss touch divine
We sense the osmotic percolation of a heavenly perfume
Fragrance sublime, to which no label we may assign
Is the magic within, how our heart lotus blooms
Spherical cognition, fusion of our senses
As the twin heart lotus opens up petal by petal
In synchronous exuberance, unified presence dances
Whilst we graciously imbibe elixir of the divine bestowed miracle
Outer polarity of our mind body melds with nature during spring
Gently swaying flowers drawing us closer by magnetism
Mirrored by the heart lotus within, that bliss brings
Each node in form, an electrified sensorium
In between the two lotuses facing each other
We feel a steady purring energy exchange toroidal
On entering therein, vivified by an elixirous divine bliss shower
Teleported to boundless, climaxing joy ineffable that has no parallel
13-March-2021
Flower or flowers in imagism poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
November Hunt
David J Walker
I drink coffee
in the morning and
I’m grateful for the warm flowing
Of Rich and bitter/black liquid from
The cast-iron percolation jukebox
Perched on the edges of a dancing
Mesquite campfire
A flame addressing my needs
greets me
It knows my name and offers
A slight barrier to the mornings
Raw cold
Not enough
though an inch
Away from too much
Canada geese cross the sky
Landing in their feeding grounds as
Cayotes patiently await
Their field mice breakfast
To carelessly pass by
I know this game
The hunter and the hunted
There is a loaded shotgun
At my side
The geese and I will have
Another encounter
The sun is an orangish glow
In the eastern distance
Its warmth will flow
Like hot black coffee
later in the day