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The streets have become lonely
Days have gone quieter
Gone are the days when kids would play until dusk
With joyful sounds that rejoiced their mothers and fathers
Distancing themselves from substance abuse.
Our generation is lost
Our schools have been abandoned
Our homes are desolate
Substance abuse rules our nation.
We weep for the future is dark and dull
Dreams and hopes have been murdered
Buried by the blood intoxicated with drugs
While veins pulsate with alcohol.
Young lives are shuttered
Young lives are gone
Our generation is lost
Our nation perishes
Thank you substañce abuse, surely you are proud.
We are moved by the poems of a master writer,
And try to write poetry ourselves.
Yet it does not come easily.
Swearing friendship with the soul of the dead,
In the end, we fail to sever ties.
You have profaned the sacred poem,
You have defiled yourself.
Do you not know?
In the end, you are merely a stagnant being rotting together
In the dead water of a well.
To have tried to birth a poem from that very place?
Even the day-fly born there
Perishes together within an unseen furnace.
Only by finally breaking ties with the eternal friend
Can we see the truth of you and me.
"Rather than a bee going wild over the scent of honey,
Become a butterfly!"
15.8
“Have faith, my son, have faith
You are Awareness alone
the Self, the One
You are the Lord of Nature”
15.9
“The body is made of worldly stuff
It comes, it lingers, it goes
The Self neither comes nor goes, yet remains
Why mourn the body?”
15.10
“If the body lasts until the end of time
or perishes today—
is there gain or loss for you?
You who are Awareness?”
15.11
“Let the waves of the universe rise and fall as they will
You have nothing to gain or lose
You are the ocean”
15.12
“You are the substance of Consciousness
The world is You
Who is it that thinks
he can accept or reject it?
And where does he stand?”
15.15
“Leave behind such distinctions
as “I am He, the Self,”
and “I am not this.”
Consider everything Self
Be desireless
Be happy”
15.16
“Your ignorance alone creates the universe
In reality One alone exists
There is no person or god other than You”
15.17
“One who knows for certain
that the universe is illusion,
a no-thing,
becomes desireless,
pure Awareness,
and finds peace in the existence of nothing”
The zone of deep silence
Beyond mind
Presence in self existence
Formless space aligned
(21-August-2019)
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Verses revisited on 02-December-2021
Let’s begin then, by exiting self-hypnosis
Enslavement to lower mind
Melding mind, soul, spirit, Perichoresis
Exiting narrow thoughts that bind
Our innate aliveness, where is it located
Is it in the head or the heart
Desire enmeshed thought, has us agitated
Until we add love to cart
Head and heart meld, in a stillness continuum
Devoid of thought, fears and desires recede
There remains in mind-body, no ego residuum
Layer by layer, erst habit patterns we weed
There is no thought, yet our awareness remains
Poised in the void in childlike wonderment
Soul cleansed of feral stains, measuring not gains
Magnetised, reveals innate essence luminescent
We may call this Holy Spirit, kundalini or grace
There is no one now within, to assign any label
In timeless time, we may see God face to face
Inner alignment being all it takes for this miracle
Becoming the answer, we need no translator
Yet the light that already is, we cannot transmit
Ceasing to be a doer, as a humble receptor
Know God in-dwells all, when we cease to resist
In the depths of silence, when the moon sings its melancholy tune,
I lose myself in the whispers of the wind, seeking an ancient rune.
On the paths of night, my steps echo like falling stars in flight,
Through labyrinths of dreams, I delve in search of a call so right.
In the mirror of the sky, the wishes of a lost soul reflect,
Like a rudderless ship, on the sea of mute time, adrift and unchecked.
I listen to my thoughts, like incantations long forgotten and old,
In every silence, I uncover secrets of a world untold.
I repeat magical words, like a hypnotic nocturnal rite,
I lift my eyes to the stars, seeking an esoteric insight.
I am but a traveler through shadows, on a never-ending quest,
In cosmic solitude, I find myself and decompose into the vastness.
On the wings of the wind, I carry my desires like flags unfurled,
Old hopes intertwine with new in the song of the vague waves' world.
I am a poet of silence, writing verses on the starlit dome,
With my enchanted quill, calming the storm in a restless soul's home.
In search of eternal love, I lose myself among divine archetypes,
In every verse, I find a part of me, a part of you in these stripes.
And when the night ends and dawn unfolds its gentle wings,
I learn to love again, under the faithful stars' soft strings.
Through lunatic woods, my steps are songs of longing and silence rare,
Seeking that place where words become an eternal caress, aware.
In cosmic melancholy, I find answers to forgotten queries,
For in the soul's depth, true love never perishes nor wearies.
I am but a wandering soul, in search of an unfinished story's art,
A poet of endless nights, a dreamer of fearless stars' chart.
On unseen pages, I write the words only the moon can hear,
In its light I find peace, in its silence, eternity is near.
It is Northen coastal California,
Which boasted the best weather in the USA,
Then came the Global warming, changing the weather all around,
Never so many people suffered from Tornadoes, cyclones, fire, and flooding.
When the scientists proclaimed about the dangers of Global warming,
All the conservative ruling elites thought it was a lunacy of progressives,
Now comes the warning of Atmospheric bomb, and Atmospheric River (AR) rain,
Hunkered up in my room, I watch with fear the monstrous clouds rolling up over my head.
Last year when AR came, the little hills started to slide down,
The age-old trees fell everywhere, power came and went with the rain,
When it comes with an Atmospheric bomb, it is a cyclone with rivers of rain,
The roofs over houses blew up, trees crashed cars and houses all over,
It flooded everywhere, and a few lives got lost in this deluge.
I can live without this watery deluge,
Would love to see past sprinkles observed by natives in awe,
Would love to see birds taking a little shower,
Unfortunately, everyone perishes in this deluge of AB and AR rains.
When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.
Susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.
As words lose
innocent connotations
i drift into my
silent reverie.
Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought
who knows what winds may come and go.
Motionless mind agrees to a ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe.
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Simple Musing
Silent One
27 February 2019
1 Peter 1 7-9
These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.
Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy,
For you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
For this is available in this moment when God dwells within, we are walking in death until the seed of Jesus is resurrected within one to mold and purify one into a Child of God. : )
Out Of Water
Eternal suffering
Fresh cleansing rain,
regain
Harmonic smells so wonderful,
restores impressions in your mind of ocean shores
Rainbows of prism refracting,
colors that are spellbinding
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, Indigo, violet
mixtures mystifier of lights and shadows aver
Cleansing the air,
beautify and reign over azure suggestive buttermilk sky
Green crisp canopies of forest trees
Tall, lush emerald green grass that sway in the breeze
coverlets of ferns, climbing vines embroidered through trees
and stray flowering plants that grants
a playground for musical birds that perch or fly to the skies,
enchanting dance of the butterflies, and an orchestra of the wild,
a spiritual wonder all thirst for shelter and pure clean water
Glacier’s abundance surplus
Beautiful lustrate waterfalls so gracious
Running water through rocks and sand,
adding to erosion of filtrating
The voice of the future echoes a plea
An epiphany
Purge memories shall come to cease
Dearth of rain
Yearning thirst will attain
Drought, dehydration, famine, poverty,
sickness, anguish wildlife perishes
Eternal suffering and losses
The future beseeches
2/17/2015
Contest: Out of Water
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Find your fiercest and gentlest passions,
make them shine more than any stars
of the nocturne and mysterious sky;
is there a prodigious star of your destiny?
Whichever name you like to give it:
it'll be written in the book of eternity!
Everything withers and whitens from snow
approaching the winter of fading life,
it perishes on its oblivion and lethargy to declare
that our time has arrived to murmur the last words;
does it mean that your loving and devoted thoughts
of human kindness won't remain intact
in the conscious mind and in the fond heart
of whoever loved you for what you were?
Weep with me winter morning
Sing for me a solemn tune
Dance for me winter morning
Tell me a story before noon
Crack
Crack
Bang
A crashing tree limb pulled me breathlessly from my freezing bed.
White morning stares viciously in my face,
Lingering snow and rain turned everything into hardened ice.
Nude trees striped of their autumn leaves
Perishes slowly under nature’s weight
Crack
Crack
Bang
A laden tree branch lands on my neighbor’s van
Everything in sight has frozen to ice
Slipping and gliding and humming a tune I
Broke the ice just before noon.
©2013 Christine Phillips