Long Polarised Poems
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As we expand
populations increasing
resources depleted
what will sutain us?
As wealth is held
controlled by the few
with so many deprived
when will there be justice?
As power is polarised
conflicts encouraged
the others abused
when will there be peace?
As we accelerate
communications ever faster
responses more instant
where are we heading?
As we leave behind
oceans polluted
space above cluttered
how will this end?
As society collapses
environment degrades
sea levels rise
who will survive?
As we lose intelligence
to artificial control
our humanity lost
who will we be?
The remnant will subsist
knowing how to cope
reusing repairing restoring
what little is left
finding new hope.
The poet, he sat, with a pen in his hand,
And cardboard, by the shop door,
And his eyes only saw the polarised view,
Of what people chose to ignore,
The sight from his rug, from his holes in his jeans,
The sight from his broken down hat,
Was of the emptiest people, buried in work,
Living a life in combat,
Which had faded away the colour of fun,
To his eyes they were all still at school,
They each did exactly what they were told,
Chasing the coin like a fool,
And he wrote what he saw beyond their dead eyes,
He wrote from his cold concrete seat,
He wrote the things he loved about life,
From his raw homeless spot on the street.
ephemeral are objects heart desires
fleeting is joy and lingering is pain
cause of suffering is seeking outcomes
ignorance is our sin, desire the chain
simply recognising that body-mind
is an earth vehicle, an interface
which we as eternal presence ensoul
by God’s grace, steps towards truth we retrace
everything in this realm is polarised
enabling movement in space, clocked by time
yet do not both these fetters disappear
whence drenched with rapture betwixt bliss beats chime
God speaks to us as whispers in the void
His language is love, as conscience cajoles
befriending silence, clear light within dawns
when ego recedes, soul re-writes life’s goals
simply by melding our head with the heart
inner conflict ends and we stand erect
pheromones mingle, our eye’s then single
no longer on shores of darkness shipwrecked
upon choosing to dwell in cessation
divine magnetism pervades feeble form
we become that we had set out to seek
transmuted thus in love’s benign bliss storm
As the one, resplendent in its light, reflected
It wished to feel the thrill of stark contrast
And so polarised its consciousness
Conjuring space, manifesting linear time
Fragmenting itself therein, alive in each form
With all minds entwined with universal mind
The thrill of illusionary descent was lost
So the veil of forgetting was imposed
That each aspect of the one enters trance
Deludedly believing it is a separate ego entity
This is where now the human race finds itself
Oscillating endlessly between joy and pain
Oblivious to the light of our true being
Refusing to acknowledge ego is an illusion
Although trapped in the open, we’re free within
Here on the cusp of all things, is where I succumb
Ceding my stuff blindly, toward oblivion and none
Unwilling to persevere, without a modicum of fun
Listing in perpetual stasis, til the spasm’s undone
And yet a god may save me, or a talisman of love
Some prophet of euphoria, quelling ennui thereof
Placing good tidings, into a universal equation
Edifying eternity…..revealing its exact duration…..
Alas he speaks in riddles, and treads a mobius strip
Each cycle forming a twist, convoluting his trip
Determined I follow, my awareness in collapse
Narrow-mindedly stumbling into mortality traps
Now I sense the endgame, but decline to exalt
Its a distortion, an abortion, a cataclysmic fault
Chance meeting with a nihilist, yields positive results
Unable to see past zero, he reveals nothing but cults
Here on the cusp of all things, is where I begun
A contorted brain-f*ck, had no choice but to come
A demon of clarity, with an open ended measure
One who gives to please, but prefers taking pleasure
To believe for one moment, I’d live off a dying spark
Only denies potential, when again life goes dark
With more light to come, my sunglasses prepared
Eternity’s not polarised, just infinitely layered
If a blind man articulates, I’ve seen all this before
Screaming and convinced “I’m a seer at my core”
Could be he’s mistaken, or deluded with Déjà vu
Begs his final question, “do I have a point of view”?
We’re seeded as one, polarised as two,
hatched from the cosmic egg, then truly born,
feeling in heart, each and every bliss hue,
that thus in timeless time ego is shorn,
whence light of Self is the glow we adorn.
Having been, seen and so known who we are,
eternal light, shining like the North Star,
what’s imbibed must be assimilated,
else we’ll continue playing below par,
feeling as yet from God separated.
Unbroken awareness of light of Self,
seeing God in all objects manifest,
no residual desires on our shelf,
in midst of movement, poised always at rest,
vagaries of fate laughed off in light jest,
the liberated soul always feels whole,
as a non-doer in his ordained role,
radiating love and light at all times,
holding firm focus thus, his only goal,
heart’s rapture rising betwixt bliss beat’s chimes.
As of choiceless choice invoked,
our polarised halves were yoked.
The one that was two became
one again in life’s end game.
If we’re to expand on this,
on how our soul imbibed bliss,
the simple truth we can share,
is head and heart need to pair.
Head represents our ego,
which when we choose to let go,
the path appears by itself,
leading us to light of Self.
The singularity point,
is where divine mists anoint
our soul in the cave of heart,
where bliss ignition does start.
All we do is remain still,
to God surrendering will,
magnetised from head to toe,
a secret we alone know.
As we’re transformed by the flame,
something shifts; we’re not the same,
as flag of love is unfurled,
the chi-force becomes our world.
Living as of need, not greed,
the bliss current takes the lead,
holding us in close embrace,
bestowing on us God’s grace.
Thoughts rested, in stillness slow,
truth of Self we get to know,
which dear hearts, is living light,
drenched in heightened bliss delight.
The I-thought arises, then disappears,
so the practice is to get hold of it,
before we’re hypnotised and ego leers,
that lamp of awareness in heart be lit.
Blink and we’ll miss it, so hold firm focus,
examining the I-thought’s very source,
which lies far beyond the space-time locus,
cognised in silence, without use of force.
The Self when polarised becomes the ‘I’,
to navigate this earth life’s harsh terrain,
where heart feeling limitations does sigh,
when it chooses to wear the ego-chain.
Freedom or bondage, is for us to choose ~
As both dreamer and dreamed, what’s our excuse
Familiar sights, patterned trajectories,
where I was a character in the dream,
responding therein spontaneously,
ignorant of wherefrom illusions stream,
thus knowing not things are not what they seem,
though lost in trance, wherein stooped was my stance,
took a small step back to witness life’s dance.
The movie continued, though I was still,
my consciousness polarised, so to speak,
witnessing my earth form trudging uphill,
watched by formless presence, humble and meek,
joyous dancing with Cupid cheek to cheek,
wherein mood and mode was celebration,
poised in the vibrant void of cessation.
Desires subsumed, the dream could not resume,
since silence ended the movement of thought,
so with the veil thinned, bliss began to zoom
and with no mind battles in my head fought,
I imbibed wisdom downloads God’s grace brought,
thus recalibrating my heart’s blink rate,
ushering wisdom that defies debate.
It came to pass that I as ego fell,
just as a withered leaf falls off a tree,
a story strange, which yet I dare to tell,
for God then appeared and He set me free,
no load on my chest, roaming earth carefree,
though yet in form, His light in heart aflame,
an epiphany mere words cannot name.
All that is, is trinity in three aspects
Immanent as identity, with our without form
Both immanent and transcendent as the light of Self
Transcendent as the infinite ocean of pure love and clear light
Within and as the seamless whole of absolute God consciousness
The descent to light of Self retains awareness without love
Thus we as it as such are complete and yet barren
So polarise our Self to imbibe agape love
Self, made in God’s image, is complete
Yet evidently lacking in love, wisdom and power
Earth is a school where Christ consciousness is imbibed
And so we as the Self, an embryo, choose to come here to learn
Encased in body-mind, Self polarised, we are limited and incomplete
So, to reunite the parts that we be joyous and whole, we strive
All spiritual paths but seek this unity of Self within form
Taking back to Self, lessons of love and wisdom
When the light of Self illuminates our form
We know who we are but the learning is not finished
So we remain still until each cell of form is transformed as light
At which stage of awareness we are both immanent and transcendent
A final void yet remains to be pierced for which silence must layer silence
To which end we choose to become slower than the slowest pulse
Whereupon the Self is admitted into the vast ocean of light
Resplendent with the effervescence of agape love