Long Realisation Poems
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An Oathbound lil child
Chasing dreams wild
Unflappable in stress
Still has to deal with mess
And that mess is me
Still yearns for you to fly not flee
Imperfections meet perfections
My heart knows, you take actions
Blindness takes me over
But can't see you hover
All your hurt to me and my fortune to you
You made my love come true
My beloved enchanted
Never took you for granted
Alas! My heart is fragile
And you're a little more agile
I took it as a curse
In quiet measures it got worse
I was stuck in that black hole
Darkened with every role
But why would I let my mishandling make you suffer?
Between you and your dreams, a buffer
Your life quietly aligns
Amid me and my whines
But but but, it all got unraveled
When I made my pieces together travelled
And then comes a wave of rapture
Dew kissed my heart capture
My heart aches for all the soreness I gave thee
But now these scars sets free.
All the misfortune and evil eyes flee
And again our soul sparks glee.
Grey skies and cooler mornings, moisture on spiders silky webs which show off their patterns and circular beauty and as you walk along little clouds of vapour form as you breath.
Yes, autumn has arrived stripping the land of its emerald beauty and foliage
but also presents us with a stunning masterpiece of autumnal colours of browns, reds, and gold on a canvas landscape.
Not far behind is the winter, its seasonal cousin, but is presently in the wings waiting to make its unwelcome appearance.
Shorts and tee shirts are now stored away but eagerly we await the return of those long hot summer days, with family outings and barbecues and sitting in the garden, glass of wine in hand watching the bees go from flower to flower collecting the pollen that will provide us with sweet golden honey.
And the butterflies, who seem to flutter aimlessly in flight, but catch your eye giving you an aerial spectacle.
But you shudder as a chill air brings you back to the present and realisation dawns that boots, coats and warm scarves are the uniform now.
Ready for the onslaught of winter, of cold days, fog, frost and snow that will bring joy to some and untold misery to others, although severe to the old and very young, the abstract landscapes of winter hold a certain beauty that inspires poets and artists alike.
A lull in winters campaign against us will come at Christmastime and we are able to retreat into our warm defences of fires and log burners whose shimmering flames radiate heat that recharges us with warmth and cosiness.
A glass of warm spicy mulled wine provides us with our inner glow.
Every day past the shortest day in December will bring us to our victory of summer days once again.
Before that though, the winter will withdraw and herald the start of spring, bringing the birth of new life to the land and preparing the way for the joys of a long awaited summertime.
Written 8th December 2017.
The biggest coward of a man is to awaken
the love of a woman without the intention of loving her
as to love is to honour and cherish her soul
is a man a coward who deceives a women to protect their heart from breaking
can a man who truly loves a women live a life locked in a lie
when truth will break a women’s heart and question all she knew
and pain is thrust upon those that moments before loved without question
can love be used as the reason for closing the lid on the box of misjudgment and deceit
or is true love allowing a women the chance of happiness in a world of truth
will the pain of realisation and regret of the act felt inside, be punishment enough for the sinner who wronged a saint
if true sorrow resides within a blackened heart, can it allow untainted blood to flow once again
these questions have answers that lead to more questions until truth makes its way to the surface, the heartache the pain, the loss of trust and deceit is key to the box which holds the answer to the question that can only be discovered through consequences of the initial question you wished you never asked
Form:
This is beauty. The sun all up
and bright. Need no more.
The plethora of green. The wind so
sweet. On the road
I go. Up and away. The path
so unknown . The Lily pads
pave the way. I am true. Not a facade
anymore. Shattering layer by
layer. The ruse put down. Just me and
my mind. It has stopped now. Not
a blurry confusion. All thoughts contained. The realisation
finally set in. I can conquer it now.
This is beauty. A clear path. With
music playing. Just me and
my heart. It beats according to
me not the devil
inside. For once I'm not
doubting. Maybe it's the magic
of the valley. Maybe I'm just
me now. Whatever it is
I'm beauty now
Realisation is the change and not any physical,
evolution has pushed us way up past the primates,
no need for wings to grow or patterns to appear,
the inner self is the one that perceives and absorbs,
truth lay around us from eternal times before galaxies,
earth is merely the platform for our journeys,
self is an infant that stares in wide eyed amazement,
slowly like water onto lime rocks, wisdom seeps in,
Realisation is the change, body yields to age,
self is aware increasingly of the reality of purpose,
the curiosities of love and romance are soon settled,
the challenges of a life driven by want, understood,
wealth is a paper bag of unwanted burdens,
desire is a hunger that keeps us tethered to objects,
Realisation is the change, as the mist of mystery lifts,
the glow of wisdom lights up things for what they are,
there is calmness in this vision, there is peace,
when what is precious shifts from material,
to values that are more sublime, intangible,
when the self is no longer an ego with an identity,
but a speck in the vastness of the entirety of truth,
real change has come.
with that change, with that realisation,
our metamorphosis is complete!
we seek nothing, we crave nothing,
silence, calmness, peace of existence,
existence that is eternal-
we are no longer physical!
Two hearts lost to love
Our dreams writ across the skies,
A flight of Sun and Moon,
Bringing opportunity, not obstacles
Beguiling reality, so vivd
Yet unreal simultaneously
Are we caught in mirror's gaze
Movement from the corner of an eye
Senses prickling with realisation
Have we truly waited this long
To find and be found
Did fate flinch for us
Navigating by the same stars
Our compass points are true
The destination is unknown
Yet we yearn for the journey
We reach through that mercury
Proving no obstacles bind us
Summit mountains where others fell
Threading the needle of our dreams
There are times
When our conscience chimes
Reminding us of where we are
Digging up that one olds scar.
We tend to flee
'Cuz that's our only route to glee
But conscience turns out to be a *****
And follows us without a glitch.
Life seems wrecked
Because we become vexed
Trying to set things right
We with our inner self fight.
Or inner self can prove
To be the worst enemy in the Grove
Denying access to our own abilities
It can threaten us with grave possibilities.
We would then understand
Where exactly it is that we stand
Realisation chooses to dawn in the worst possible way
Making us wish we hadn't woken up to this day.
Stepping upon ourselves we drive
As it is success that we strive.
Form:
“I am not the body, nor is the body my possession—
I am Awareness itself.”
One who realizes this for certain
has no memory of things done or left undone.
There is only the Absolute.”
We now enter still waters deep
Rejecting all knowledge we so far chose to keep
The reason we invariably tend to self destruct
Is owing to sole dependence upon the mind body construct
Whilst we are endowed with the power of discrimination
We choose to be blind to reality being caught up in stagnation
Though knowing that in this world of duality everything has polarity
Only the few detached rotate images viewing their sphericality
Simply stated to exit the evident confinement
We need to bring about inner alignment
In thought & word & deed
Employing the mind-body as our steed
First we must recognise the coordinates of reference
Before plotting path of preference
Let us then begin by taking the opposing view
That the mind body is the all with thought senses & sinews
We immediately see that it is a cage bound in narrowness and limitation
Our divine connection through conscience promising boundless bliss & elation
Seeing this polarity we have on one hand the external ephemeral
And on the other the unknown but seemingly limitless internal eternal
We know we are awareness independent of senses and thought
But we are now swamped by fears & desires all ego begot
Our dilemma then akin to a drug addict
In denial of truth even if succinct
Awareness survives death of bodily form
As does Divine Love felt within as magnetism warm
The truth then clear yet the realisation elusive
For as long as we dwell in symbols and illusions allusive
No sooner we choose to internalise our consciousness
We reclaim our freedom as formless awareness
All we need to do is to use our free will
To exit delusion by keeping our attention still
Allowing our cup of joy to overspill
11-December-2020
In search of the vows to honour
when destiny takes me into tomorrow,
Perhaps, God has chosen that ultimate hour,
for angels to take up my spirit and follow.
Former life defines the new consecration,
I hear the taunting voice in my innate choice,
conscience accusation to quell further devotion
doubt renders incline to sabotage my service.
Welcome hymns sang within retrieve conscience
divine melodies changed my perspective on life,
my dancing shoes move with burning experience
joy compel from heaven steps to take off strife.
The clamp inside moved away from stowaway zone
Change pride into an epiphany of a miracle.
Revealed the voice I heard was not my own,
it was unexpected, compelling, inspiring angel.
Struck with an epiphany upon holy ground
Stand in awe under the shadow of a crown,
with faith to believe the feelings I had found,
spoke in a dream not with the tongues I own.
But innocent Infant days ended ritual traditions
finding striking realisation the meaning of time,
twelve years wasted, thinking about illusions
conclusions celebrate these lucky days of mine.
An epiphany spirit descending sprinkling entry,
beautiful enhancement carolling through the door,
a star browsing over homes with love and mercy
Aspects of hope with unlimited scope to explore.
do you dress with shapeshifting dreams,
when the blanket of eyes unfolds
reeling... a realm of myriad realism ~
in echoes from elements of delusive domains?
there's a veil so thin, enlightened between ~
t r u t h and l i e ... f i r e and a s h ,
and must you lose your eloquent elixir
to inhale their dusty deceptions?
when we only need to choose not to conform,
and resolve to realise that every lifeline
is a palpitating paradox in this musical mosaic ,
~ of possibilities and promised uncertainties ...
life is what is faithfully lived ~
through a lavender lens made for not two,
but one, unseen in the metaphysical ~
yet felt closely in the inner sanctum,
resting within the runes of the lotus chakra
and bridging the balance between
the bleak blankness breathing in space ~
where memories flow distant
in the marrow of astral mantras ...
as everything fades from this funeral flame
I will not be lost, but found... a homesick soul,
the searcher of silence, that sleeps within
the spirit of the One, my divine sculptor ~
in his purified prayers, desires lose their form,
when the seventh heaven rehearses
a ray of selfless spiritualism amongst the stars
syncing salvation as a rhythm ~ a crystal pulse,
flickering through the illusion of solidity ...