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Maya
What is it..?
Definitions refer to illusion
in what our senses report..
Einstein astounds us
of persistent illusion
in the world we see..
But..we ask..how
can that be..?
There are things out there
not to be denied..!
We must now turn
to that perennial truth
which leads us to
the subjective realm..
We need examine
the assumption of I
in: I see the train
smoking and chugging
and soon departing
around the bend..
Does I also move
around that bend..?
An obvious question
which is never asked..!
That train..it is assumed
smokes and chugs
unstrung from I..
But looking again
the truth arrives:
I know only
a train appearing
passing through I..
A new I is born
arriving with joy...CC
There are some people
who find gardening
to be a very relaxing hobby.
I am not one of those people,
I was born and raised in the city.
The closest to a farm
that I have ever been
is at the supermarket.
But I will admit,
I like the produce section.
and I like picking
Fresh fruit and vegetables.
Everybody in my family
has a green thumb,
with plants growing
on their window seals.
I was not born a green thumb.
But as life would have it,
I am working in two gardens
on the 7 acres of ironbound.
And since the house and property
is owned by my wife's uncle
whose nick name is Shady
I like referring to the place
as the shady rest.
It is here on the
seven acres of ironbound,
that I work with a tractor.
And refer to myself as
Farmer Bob.
A vertical tube closed at either end,
within which is soul, wishing to ascend
but all that surrounds is organic form,
brought forth to life by a divine bliss storm.
The body has it’s need which soul does feed;
soon tail wags the dog and need becomes greed.
Senses externalised, everything sized;
no wonder then, God’s rarely realised.
Who we are can never be negated.
Waking each morn, we find heart elated;
dwelling in silence, we reclaim soul’s bliss,
rapture unbound where nothing is amiss.
Sushumna illumined, pierces the crown ~
One with the universe, in love we drown
16-September-2022
Notes: Sushumna is an energy conduit, beginning at the root chakra and going straight up to the crown chakra. For further reading refer Wiki or any yogic text.
28th October 2020
For Chantelle Anne Cooke
Inward Reflections Poetry Contest
If on reflection
The aforementioned question
posed was thus
Then this is the very reason i began
or started writting poetry in the
first place
To reflect on pressing problems
life and loss and the world we
all find ourselves living with in
If i was to lie i could say i was
well educated clever and he
without sin so entitled or worthy
to be listened to
But that would be a lie and make
a mockery of who i say i am
To be or not to be
Who, why, what am i on the inside
In simple terminology i am male
48 year's old single with no children and British
Have an older sister and my mother
is my only surviving parent as my
father passed away in 2001
But in regards to my view on
inward reflection i refer you to
my hobby of writting poetry
As most my work is dedicated
to this very subject matter and
making sense
Of who and what i am and lies
dormant beneath and on my inside
Not to be liked for how other's wish
to view me on the outside
Life is not a performance piece
of art for other's entertainment
If the outside does not in fact
mirror the person on the inside
Otherwise it is totally pointless
and irrelevant
FB, ficklebook, fakebook, friendbook
In our modern world social media is king
A new way to communicate, a new look
It seems strange at times, a weird thing
Birthday wishes and condolences are posted galore
Sue and Jenny post their troubles and relationship issues
Pictures, selfies, trips, and celebrations are all shared and more
News posts and important posts from community officials
Many of your friends may leave comments and like or love your posts
Running into these same people in person however is not the same
Sue walked right by me in the store and ignored me like I was a ghost
Jenny acknowledged me at the supermarket with a quick hi that was lame
FB, friendbook, I refer to as my ficklebook now
A nice social media site but mainly with acquaintances
Still a nice place to play games and post pics anyhow
But it doesn’t change all the years passed and the distances
1/26/20
Palindromes
One of our wildest, most memorable family sagas
involved my reckless brother, a racecar, a warm
spring day, and a non-adventurer, me. I warned, “Pop
said stay home today and mow.” “Sometimes Pa’s a sap”!
he scoffed. “When I race, I always win top spot—safely,”
he boasted. I wondered about the stats on car racing
and wrecks? I strongly suspected kayak racing was safer,
but I got in! He practically deified his souped-up coup
with a near-prayer: "Race fast, safe car!" When we raced his
rivals, my terror level was 12--on a scale of 10.
Was it a cat I saw almost lose one of its nine lives
as every tenet of sanity was abandoned?
Later, he bragged, “Now I won fair and square, Brother.
Name now one man who’s better. Stop shaking! You’re fine!”
I said, “Oh, I am? Refer to the huge wet spot on my seat!”
Date: September 21, 2018
Contest Title: Playing with Words under Fire
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Date: April 23, 2020
entered in Wild Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
A MUSE – OR AMUSING?
You say that you love my poetry;
You tell me all the time.
My syllable count is perfection,
You’ve been seduced by my rhyme.
When you introduce me to your friends,
You refer to me as your ‘bard’.
But although that’s rather flattering,
There’s one thing I’m finding hard.
It’s one thing waxing lyrical
About my poetry.
But I’m longing for that day I hear
You say that you love ME!
Suppose I lost my rhythm
And my rhyming pattern was wrong?
What if my number of syllables clashed
With “Howmanysyllables dot com”?
Would you still love me for what I am
Or would you be averse
To live with a mere mortal
Who couldn’t compose a verse?
past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits.
townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits.
their name is easy to learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz.
brown eyes are lop-sided, their glances can be the pits.
watch out! cautions their neighbor, they will bore you to bits.
they showed up one day unexpectedly during a neighboring blitz.
I heard they were parisians, but another told me they are brits.
fritz can do a weird almost-hand-stand, and ditz does the splits.
twits do not put on airs; neither abides by the ritz or any glitz.
they eat bland foods like porridge, oatmeal, and plain grits.
calico cats come to them all the time, presenting them with kits.
their fighting is so common, their eyes are swollen to slits.
fritz likes to knit, so their house is full of junk that he knits.
afghans, scarves, hats, potholders, and unusable oven mitts.
ditz does not wash her hair, so it is full of lice, bugs and nits.
also have zits, and they have performed some really weird skits.
Is it I or is it me?
I’m a little confused you see!
I can be part of us, or they,
Or we, who’s to say?
I can be referred to as one,
Not much fun!
What about thee?
Is that still me?
Then again, thou,
Not right somehow.
Some refer to I as dude,
That’s just crude
Or even mate,
Not great.
If you’re a girl then it’s gal,
For a boy it’s pal.
In certain cases, Miss or Mister,
That could just be sinister!
Some say, ‘hey you,’
Luckily only a few.
For some it’s ‘what’s a name’?
Such a shame.
Some terms are not so nice,
Might come at a price!
Some say darling or love,
Heaven’s above.
Worse still chuck,
That’s bad luck.
I’ve even heard blue or slim,
Blimey that’s grim.
If it’s kiddo,
Then you’ve yet to grow.
Some say he or she,
That’s obviously not me.
I it has to be,
Then for sure I know it’s me.
Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and
awareness of inner state
peace and healing
Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees
under your nose is the path of freedom
wholeness
Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening
Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self
Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape
causing us to feel life in fullest expression
Connecting – whispers of wind
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now
unmoved unchanged and as we were
Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or
be judged
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself
Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe –
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal –
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself