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" ...betrayal begins with trust."
~ Quote_ Phish
Our trust presupposes expectation,
based on a script, being but delusion,
which is the root cause of our frustration;
betrayal plunging mind in confusion.
Love that’s true seeks no reciprocation
and so the fault line is egoic longing,
which over time becomes our fixation;
seeking somehow a sense of belonging.
If we accept all beings as they are,
recognising we’re but actors on stage,
we’ll always shine like a luminous star,
radiating bliss like a tranquil sage.
Let not betrayal, diminish souls light ~
May we effuse love by day and by night
22-May-2023
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Speckled attention flowing through time
Flitting from moment to moment
Sifts the grime, from pulsations sublime
Choosing as of hearts sentiment
Free will choice, presupposes options
We imbibe but one frequency
Our bondage is this limitation
Feeling incomplete, in ennui
Delusion that we are feeble form
Externalised; everything sized
Spiralling thoughts, manifesting storms
Judgmental eye, each pulse apprised
Discernment for now, serves our purpose
Though propelled by our hearts desire
Thus, if conscience be not our compass
We self-block light, our soul aspires
27-May-2021
Vampires and atheists do exist in theory
The folklore and the heresy persist in query
The transformation of a vampire
Is likened to an atheist’s desire
And intellectual efforts make an atheist weary
Vampires and atheists engage in self-deception
It is the bondage of their mind, their predilection
This assumed autonomy, a pseudo freedom if you will
Has their minds on themselves, their own god in quill
How can a natural mind appeal to universal reflection?
Atheism presupposes theism
You can’t stand alone, it’s pseudo-deism
Left alone they both attempt to scheme
But they are left with a biological theme
Universals (not synapses) make up the intellectual prism
Emotions in motion are devotion
It’s the vampire-atheist notion in commotion
Where converted vampires are perverted
And atheists’ conventions are skirted
Because God teems the intellectual ocean
This cruciform life is because of Christ
Not some rogue vampires who live in the night
How can a naturalist account for an abstraction?
This requires philosophical satisfaction
Not humanistic redaction or plight
Life’s blood pulses in the living stead
He is the Blood needed for the dead
Both borrow and keep taking more
Atheists from The Intellect, the vampire from folklore
Both redefine as No True Scotsman has said
But neither can make sense of abstract entities
One will deny them the other just flees
But denial of them will only lead
To one left to bleed and one left to plead
No accountability, the curtains blow in the breeze
The Hope is Jesus Christ who has come to make peace
To calm the raging water, and make the chaos to cease
But you must think His thoughts after Him
If not start sinking, all others start to swim
Because there is a lot at stake (every vampire would agree)
P.S. While they hide in obscurity's mist
Neither vampires or atheists truly exist
Line of inquiry:
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
Before the first discrimination sundered dark
from radiance, I was the fathomless antecedent
within which difference germinated—wherein
unbegotten Being first suffered form, and form
awoke, astonished, to its own transience.
I was anterior to utterance, yet not silence—
for silence is already the vestige of a voice;
anterior to pulse, yet not stillness, for stillness
presupposes motion—and time itself, that great
hallucination of succession, unfurls beneath
my indivisible infinitude.
No star contains me; each is a hieroglyph
of Being momentarily incandescent; no sea
encompasses me; its abyssal blue is merely
the mnemonic shadow of an unplumbed profundity
through which manifestation issues, as though
the visible were Being's self-disclosure.
Creation stands not exterior to me—
it is the eidolon of my withdrawal, the luminous
residue of an effacement through which the nameless
becomes innumerable. Then comes the sovereign fiction
called myself, armoured in memory, and says: I am.
But who has spoken?
When the asker itself is annulled within the question,
and question, answer, speaker relinquish separateness,
nothing remains for consciousness to apprehend—
only that primordial knowing before knowing, too,
acquired a name, and called itself I.
As noses go, I’d say mine is okay
if it is viewed by someone from the front.
But if you look at it another way,
it’s not so wonderful; let me be blunt.
My nose is long, and if you’re in a place
where other women are along with me,
take note of how my nose fits on my face.
Sideways it could be the longest you’ll see.
.
Imagine please, if you will, a Roman nose,
which means a nose that is a little bent.
A nicer-sounding word for it I suppose
is “aquiline.” But what by that is meant?
For me, the word “aquiline” sounded chic.
But then I looked it up and got a shock.
I learned it means shaped like an eagle’s beak,
which is also larger than that of a hawk.
What in my DNA presupposes
that I have Italian blood, which I have not?
Most of my sisters have short, cute noses.
Why is it that a Roman nose I got?
Few great actresses have a nose like mine,
but I can think of one whose look is great.
Barbara Streisand – is her nose divine?
That’s a nose folks either love or hate!
That bump - that famous bump! Streisand never
had plastic surgery to make it small.
My role model is she. I endeavor
to love my nose. It stands out – after all!
Conventionally in breath based meditation
We watch breath and then quieten attention
This practice presupposes we abide in stillness slow
Our orientation still & silent watching our breath flow
Meditation as thought free stillness a counsel superfluous
Enabling cognition of slow motion Krama mudra continuous
We have three kundalinis to keep in our view spherical
Pranic, void like awareness & consciousness universal
As the three merge in singularity one with our breathing
We simply look on in quietude imbibing bliss enlivening
The bliss movement is slow like an ant slowly creeping
Essentially soma nectar through hidden nadis moving
The movement is from root to crown
In ineffable bliss we choose to drown
Within
13-August-2020
The fact that we ensoul this body-mind
presupposes bondage to feeble form,
thus senses five, gender and habits bind,
self-blocking the flow of bliss currents warm.
Fear of freedom keeps us bound in a cage
of conditioning imposed by belief,
veiling the clear truth that this world's a stage,
where cessation alone grants us relief.
With thought flow slow, fears and desires recede,
revealing we're soul, here for a sojourn
and with this recognition, we gain speed
melding with God's light, in this body urn.
No sooner we step out of our soul’s way,
divine love and light becomes our mainstay.
27-November-2022
At last my secret's out – now I can sit and write a spell.
An author fashions means of flight for dormant clientele.
Away to lofty heights of thought...an album, shall I write,
an album crowded full of poems, senses to incite?
An aspiration presupposes gutsy derring-do
and any dreamer worth his charm will ponder déjà vu.
Ambition is the trying out of things that aren't the norm.
Adventure called my name but duty sounded its alarm.
Awaiting dreams for work at hand was not an easy climb;
appointed answer to my quest, retirement came with time.
Alas! small hope I do fulfill, yet even while I pen;
as adolescent dreams are met, I ask, what might have been?
bliss manifest
first resisted
then accepted
finally awaited
breath by breath
thus arousing
within heart
an expectation
of benediction
by God bestowed
our anticipation
is a visualisation
memory induced
hoping our form
is bliss energised
in unending renewal
this subtle desire
is alright per say
yet it presupposes
that we’re this body
and not soul eternal
we also feel not
eternal light of Self
which is who we are
pulsating in singularity
wherefrom we descend
into this gross density
unless we fully embody
essence of our true Self
into organic form
holding steady awareness
in an unbroken continuum
we cannot affirm
that we are awake
If cleanliness
thrives next to godliness,
could wealthy White Houses,
slick and in their capital-sucking groove,
survive when paired with homelessness?
This question presupposes
perhaps a radical view
that divine powers are more homeless
than secured behind military-industrialized,
greed capitalized,
plutocratic White Houses.
Is your god's aspirations
toward Earth's homeless sustainable revolution,
where outside is benign inside
and inside out vice-versa?
Or leaning more toward supplanting human nature's industrial needs
with politically self-empowering greeds--
gates closed against the rabble?
I suppose your god
could remain both egocentric
and become more ecocentric,
just as the White House
could remain a temporary shelter
for those empowered by co-empathic wisdom
of our humane species' ultimate homelessness
without a healthy Earth.
But, in White Houses of this sort,
the gates, if needed,
open from both sides.
The perimeter fence grows lower slower
which is not higher faster self-absorption.
The lawns North and South and East and West
extend toward all our homeless cousins,
Elders not yet burned and buried from healthy memory,
and those yet to become born from matriarchal wombs
into a more sustainable revolution
of shared homelessness.
Where Earth is home
sufficient for all,
or we all continue toward climates of homelessness
in gated Only White Houses Matter
of nationalistic greed
far surpassing Earth's need
for vulnerability and integrity
of a multiculturally homeless
co-messianic
co-redemptive
recreative bodhisattva warrior;
a reweaving god
of and for omnipotently co-operative love.