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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
What am I in the sunlight?
Shadow!
And what am I in the moon's glow?
Sun!
I shine in the night in the pale moonlight
to light the way for everyone.
I stand in the shifting everything
and im changing with each one.
I am hanging on the end of my limb
and I am bright red and singing
I am singing 'come and catch me!'
to the reaching hands below.
I remember I used to run so fast,
Oh god! I used to flow!
I'd run till my lungs felt like bursting
Where did that energy go?
but, life is not only about my flesh, is it?
The body always gets slow,
But the mind retains that energy
if you know how to know.
And I know.
I know.
I am going where I need to go.
come with me friend, we'll go tother
into that dark below.
Into that dark, black mystery
where the shadows always go.
Don't be afraid, we are together singing.
The A.D.D. poet, knows not of forms.
His mind is adrift, his thoughts move in swarms.
He loathes punctuation, he oft lacks the words.
To convey his whole meaning, to strike the right chords
He has no control, of what he retains
He tries to make sense, of what little remains.
He's left with an archive, of incomplete visions
Forged of distractions, which breed indecision.
He jots every line, with the best of intention.
Trying to conclude, despite fading attention.
Then he has an epiphany, if explored he could finally be free!!!!!
Then he gets hungry, makes a sandwich, and is off to watch TV.
Shifting into silence, letting go of lower mind
Hitherto ego bound attention seems unfettered
We wonder what delightful pastures it will find
Intuitively going where rose petals are scattered
Meditational attention, poised without anticipation
Yet retains in the background a hum magnetic
Mind body hollowed out in a mode of cessation
Osmotically imbibes subtle vibrations eclectic
Guna Rajas rested, the polarities latent resident
Are Tamas as inertia and Sattva pristine stillness
The universe responds as of our innate sentiment
Joy or melancholy as chosen by consciousness
Cognising images, we draw in memory imagery
An instinctive reflex mind body based response
Thus unless the ambedo arises from pleasantry
We may be entrapped in emotions left to chance
As we be so we are and as we are we do become
Thus it is not in the melody or vacuity per say
Rather upon aligning inner and outer with love one
Do we shift to the centre, thereby ceasing to sway
What we are searching for not a fixed coordinate
An essence of presence whose fragrance elusive
It is only in resistanceless flow of stillness sedate
In connecting, not grasping, we feel a calm pensive
Shift from ego separateness to interconnectedness
Wherein we recognise unity in seeming diversity
Being but the beginning of vibrant spacial wholeness
Until we directly see the deep underlying reality
What then is ambedo but a letting go off of all bondage
Our eternal awareness choosing to reclaim divinity
With identity vaporised, there being no fear to assuage
As one with oneness we throb with bliss in continuity
29-October-2020
What is the reason for our being?
In the kaleidoscope we’re seeing
Is it survival or escape?
Or anticipating that special break
Does money matter or material treasures
And does it bring us special pleasures
What if we end up all alone?
And don’t find our comfort zone?
Are our lives worth while if no one’s there?
And we feel scared and unaware
The meaning turns into nothingness
And there’s no one to impress
Our lives are often left unexplored
And vital actions are ignored
Don’t look to others to complete us
And for our majority to delete us
A sense of purpose is subjective
And it depends on one’s perspective
Embrace the wholeness of existence
And do not yield to the resistance
Every hour retains a special flavor
Our journey to be savored
Your heart's a receptacle for your soul,
and separates the animals from Man.
It's that inner voice that says, "Yes, you can,"
vetoing instinct; free will takes control.
And you feel that you're a part of the whole,
trying to understand how life began.
Feelings tend to pool deep within your heart,
a reservoir of happiness and pain.
And though drained, over and over again,
it retains enough Hope for a new start.
Under the threat of dreams falling apart,
trust forges the strongest link in love's chain.
The human heart is where emotions form
a conscience, and feelings define the norm.
Electoral mortification
The ego of one man
chaotically divided a nation.
Hypnotically humiliated
and brought its people into dissolute hatred,
plucking each other limits.
Dehumanized the intelligence of great minds.
This team of trumpers!
imperious loud mouths,
puissant leaches stumping on others,
with ominous filthy words.
Despicable regard for biblical equal.
Do not unto others what you would not do unto yourself.
Leave the hate,
it’s like a malignant tumor,
it consumes time to no avail.
Color is just a shade,
Blood in man is indeed unique,
whether it was brown skin Jesus, dark skin Moses you or me.
as it retains a unified bond beyond us.
Someday,
I may need you and you may need me
for something grater than -
this evil influence crawling into our lives.
Your cry and my cry the same, seeking comfort.
©Al Juman -The "said" Poet, 11/25/2019
I buried the past, yet flowers still rise from the soil of forgotten memories,
Roots tangled in dreams and longings that stubbornly refuse to die,
The earth retains traces of pain, transforming suffering into petals of grace,
Even shadows need light to dance at the edge of silent brilliance.
A silent reminder—not everything that disappears is lost, not everything that haunts comes to harm,
I step forward, but echoes follow me like footprints left in the sands of time past,
Proof that I was there, that I lived and felt, that I still am, still remain,
In a world where past and present weave an eternal dance, a song of what once was.
I wish to forget, but flowers grow, living memories that bloom in the soil of my heart,
Roots stretching, binding me to moments that refuse to be forgotten, refuse to fade,
Each step forward is accompanied by the shadows of footsteps left on paths of old,
A dance between what I was and what I am, between light and darkness, between yesterday and today.
What you might be thinking
Is greasy food and headaches
Along with delayed flight drinking
But that is a common mistake
The One essential power of essence
Retains no part of things organic
Are feeling of pride among all present
All you deserve is the same manic
Stressed out life of the homeless peasant
If you looking down you should Be giving
So put down your hatred
Take a long look at yourself
Don't grasp reality
Its a fools way to limit themselves
Those who choose to stay deserving
Among all of life that wanders hell
His soul is judged and sent for burning
And the thing is they judge thyself
So when you ready to board
Like luv fields best set way
No assigned seats, no meals ordered
Just remember on that day
Leave all things petty right were they lay
Because only the truth may enter
No personality no rank or pay
This is for the humble sinner
So if you ever find your spot
And get a boarding pass
You can get in but bags can not
We know it wont last
Now board the spirit plane
Form:
white tail flipped up
nice
set
of antlers
curious
about
the white dog
on other side
of the fence
stag
so close
then gone
as if the deer
just vanished
as if
it was never there
my imagination
retains
the momentum
of magic
the moment
the muse
snapped
the shot
it was the only way
because
there was no time
to waste
my heart racing
whilst my husband slept
as soon as I made my move
the impetus was interrupted
who knows which way hither
he went
or thither
leapt
the neighbor-dog’s not telling