Long Readymade Poems
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In feeble form, upon world’s stage,
fire of desire in heart does rage
and in thought storms were swept away,
unable to turn a new page.
Prolactin spikes, blue skies turn grey,
in witness mode, to God we pray,
to bestow joy that does not fade,
a garden where love’s our mainstay.
As in mists of silence we wade,
God Himself hastens to our aid,
as a spark of light in our heart;
table laid for bliss readymade.
Each breath intake marks a new start,
that as we watch the past depart,
bereft of thought, present here now,
we deem all souls one, none apart.
To God’s light within, as we bow,
we acknowledge He does endow
our form with divine magnetism,
if we be but still and allow.
Melding head with heart is our ism,
whence bliss ignites mind-body prism,
transmuting us from inside out,
through a magical mechanism.
In vibrance as we go about,
seeds of wisdom begin to sprout
and in timeless time ego dies,
revealing truth that rests all doubt.
Witnessing lower mind capsize,
soul now free reaches for the skies,
fullness in emptiness attained,
to our pure, childlike heart’s surprise.
Oh hermit, clear truth is ingrained,
when our heart is pure and unstained,
rekindling flame of innocence,
as we walk the talk, nothing feigned.
If the magic of the now eludes us,
it signals we are as yet fast asleep
and caught in a mind trap, dark fears nonplus,
deadening our sentience to love's bliss beep.
Ignorance borne of stupor is our sin,
whose roots lie in attachment to this form,
so to exit trance, the way to begin,
is to manifest within, a bliss storm.
Looking at thought forms as objects abstract,
our soul's nonchalant eye and tranquil heart,
disallows these images to distract
our focus to make bliss ignition start.
Befriending the void, we make it our home,
our consciousness aligned with gong of Om.
Our consciousness aligned with gong of Om,
ever present silence becomes the norm,
whence following scent of love, we so roam,
choosing with past beliefs, not to conform.
No sooner we relinquish our thought crutch,
shining as pure awareness, self-aware,
we imbibe clear wisdom, simply by touch,
as with love and light, our head and heart pair.
Soul’s choice to discard each and every ism,
enables heart to focus on our role,
which is to ignite the mind-body prism,
filling it with God’s light, scriptures extol.
As we can see, there’s nothing to be done;
our Self is living light, like yonder sun.
Our Self is living light, like yonder sun
and we see this clearly, when thoughts recede,
knowing now that as we so come undone,
we’re always complete, when love takes the lead.
The table is laid for bliss readymade,
if we but choose to trust the ways of God
and assigning love no grade, gently wade
in a sea of love that leaves our heart awed.
The path is easy and not difficult,
so dear souls, let us now embrace the truth,
lighting lamp of love, rejecting each cult,
beholding our true Self, here now forsooth.
Get ye, oh hermit, aboard God's bliss bus,
if the magic of the now eludes us.
Someone asked us how we began,
in as what was our truth search plan
and the path to which we were drawn
to perform a consciousness scan?
We sleep when we’re prompted to yawn,
awaking to vibrance of dawn,
table laid for joy readymade,
soul transforming as life flows on.
Let us then call a spade a spade,
saying God’s always at our aid,
which we know not, for we’re in thought,
assigning our ego a grade.
In strobes of love and light we’re taught,
recognised if heart be not taut,
for which if we befriend the void,
we’ll frolic carefree as we ought.
No longer then by mind decoyed,
childlike heart pure and unalloyed,
lighting the lamp of love within,
God’s grace ignites our head ovoid.
Life is a dream, know there’s no sin.
Breath by breath let’s anew begin.
God dwells in the cave of our heart.
He calls to us; plunge in therein.
Sensing a threat, move not a bit
Work not with a fear of failure in mind
Take not anything for granted
Accept not ever your defeat, untried
Try something new, ignoring routines
Smile more, the whole world smiles with you
Life is a progressive vehicle
Solutions are not found readymade
Live a happy and blissful life
Hope is the secret of survival
Line 1: Wait Not For a Hero
Line 2: Oasis in a Desert
Line 3: Goodbyes Play Their Part
Line 4: Call a Spade a Spade
Line 5: Letter to My Children
Line 6: Spreading Happiness
Line 7: Think For a While
Line 8: Face It
Line 9: A Kiss in the dark
Line 10: Hope
by fingers 1
tactile traces
three dimensional
2
visual joy
imagination illumed
displayed forever
in stilled life
to touch a dream
&be touched
by
poses for posterity
human forms
in creative postures
displaying
the beauty
that resides
in us all
from finger
toe to torso
a visual close-up
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life-size
sensuous & tactile
a journey
for the eyes
to dwell
& meditate
consider & respond
to an invitation
to kiss to think
to applaud
the inherent spontaneous
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sculptured
reality
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stark
ingrained
statues
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prosaic
inexplicable
simplicity
unsettling
perspectives
confusion ...
the
metaphysical ...
made
known
thought
pauses
gathered
in
the
readymade
created
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or found
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1 Coloured hand print
2 Crushed paper presse
3 Sculpture paper mache (front)
4 Coloured cut-outs
5 String installation
6 Sculpture paper mache (back)
7 Dada style safety pins
8 Hanging found object trouve
Let us take a closer look at our head
Is it not shaped like an inverted egg
Hiranyagarbha: truth to which we’re led
Held captive therein, for freedom we beg
When we are ready, this cosmic egg splits
Wherefrom emerge aspects male and female
We do nothing; it’s not a game of wits
Into heart both polarities set sail
The table is laid for bliss readymade
Ignition renewal continual
In ethereal mists we barefoot wade
Rapture renews with love as our fuel
To cut to the chase, head must meld with heart
This requires our ego to surrender
Once we do this our soul’s journey can start
Aided by bliss, throb of soundless thunder
OBSERVATIONS
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a setting
to add
desire
spaces
for
ideas
pauses
by accident
illuminate
the day
with
wonder
think
the readymade
notion
of playfulness
as
reality
&
as a concept
significance
shared
in
practice
constraints
begone
understanding
re-evaluated
controlled by
anonymous
visuals
perceived
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opportunity
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Terrorism
I want to know
The definition of Terrorism
The Eagle shadow which makes fear to the time
Points his finger at the weak
And says – a terrorist
When they don't get slept with their own evils
They remember- the blamed face
And breaks once
Says - ‘Damn terrorist!’
In a slept city
When the ruler is kissing the lips of the fourth
Or same numbered girlfriend
At that time
There must have been an explosion
Yes, his awakening become terrible
Fire suddenly rises in the lustful eyes
And rumbles –
Who has the opposite face color?
He is the number one terrorist
'Terrorism'
-Became a trade of readymade spectacles
Where is the answer?
Why does Bin Laden awaken so often?
Why is Saddam tattooing 'an America' on his genitals?
I want to understand terrorism
Is it right?
One needs head in the revenge of cut finger
Became a pacifist
And next denied it
Became terrorist
This time
I am not able to know
'The terrorism'
I want to know
The definition of 'Terrorism'
Imagine in crown, an ethereal hole,
a portal linking us to vastness of space,
wherein formless presence, or what we call soul,
brings back to form the outpourings of God’s grace,
manifest as bliss mists that make us feel whole,
rapture sublime holding us in close embrace.
This is the divine flame, intimate to each,
which dear fellow souls, is well within our reach.
Now that we know this, how may we reclaim bliss,
that unending current of which sages speak,
borne as of folklore by Divine Mother’s kiss,
which manifests on plugging energy leak,
whereupon in peace, feeling nothing amiss,
in childlike joy we dance with love cheek to cheek?
The clue dear hearts, is each of us was born free
but later chose to bind soul to our mind tree.
Given that mind’s an instrument for our use,
befriending silence we can rest thoughts at will,
whence flow of soma nectar begins to ooze,
delighting as it begins to overspill
and then music of the spheres becomes our muse,
where the universe moves but our mind is still.
Though the path is easy, it seems difficult,
conditioned to follow a this or that cult.
Not by doing but in undoing we rise,
since the table is laid for bliss readymade,
if we be receptive to offered surprise
allowing oughts that arise to gently fade,
recognising life’s a dream, a web of lies
and nestle in heart, in God’s heavenly glade.
Fixating focus on both the crown and heart,
let us all dear souls, our true life journey start.
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 asked Him to restore aura’s pure hue,
to which He counselled, be loving and mild,
learning by burning, beginning anew.
This translated as descent from heaven,
ensouling organic form, doomed to die,
where working our way through chakras seven,
ego erased, we again wingless fly.
Our mission being to board God’s bliss bus,
how long we dwell on earth, is up to us.
How long we dwell on earth, is up to us,
because choices we make, in time will shape
soul, that when dark desires do not nonplus,
in timeless time we’ll imbibe love agape.
We were fearful to let go of God’s hand,
so He assured us He would dwell within,
speaking as conscience, that we understand
how to uphold truth and be free from sin.
We would return to our home, in deep sleep,
that our soul be comforted all is well
but the waking state would be when we leap,
embracing love and light, feeling heart swell.
With the table laid, for joy readymade,
pure of heart enter God’s heavenly glade.
Pure of heart enter God’s heavenly glade,
simply by choosing to align with love,
whereupon in a stream of bliss we wade,
as benedictions in-pour from above.
With the veil of ignorance now lifted,
the light of our soul, glistens in our core
and from our wayward past having shifted,
we’re a peace in the boa, God does oar.
Looking back at our past, we are aghast,
at our fallen stance but right here and now,
with love imbibed, destiny’s die is cast,
whose reins are in God’s hands, which we allow.
In truth all our soul desired, was to be
cleaved from God’s light; we wished to be as He.