Long Separateness Poems

Rejection Slips 2

The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
 
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
 
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,

the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
 
the face in the...

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Lozenge
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness
it might dissolve in my mouth
like a lozenge of sugar.

When I held you in...

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Prose Poems II
by Michael R. Burch

These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems...



briefling
by Michael R. Burch

manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (quick!, spawnanewBrood!); then, likeamayfly, he’s suddenly gone: plantfood.



bachelorhoodwinked
by Michael R. Burch

u are charming...

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15.7
“You are That in which the universe appears 
like waves appearing in the ocean
You are Consciousness itself
No need to worry”


The concept being that the world is nothing but thought
Transient and therefore necessarily unreal like a...

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Eastern stars light our responsibility
to ease ridiculously democratic suffering of Other.
Western horizons speak not of suffering
much less death as inevitable failure.

Dark horizons speak of pain,
and how to avoid it through Other as ourselves.

Eastern lights speak...

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 [Poem read at Sekoto’s inhumation ceremony at the Neuilly-sur-Marne-93 Cemetery, near Paris. Channel 4 in London recorded the reading as they did the funeral rites in the presence of his close relatives come from...

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15.4
“You are not the body
You do not have a body
You neither do nor enjoy
You are Awareness only--the timeless Witness
You are free
Go in happiness”

15.5
“Attachment and aversion
are attributes of the mind
You are not the mind
You are Consciousness...

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The Dream

On it’s  final journey – destination – a coma –
realization, a stagnant pool of reflections,
images on fun house mirrors –
surrealistic paintings
upon the walls of times passing,
it’s life diminishing, slowly, upon wings
of a sorrowful,...

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The wise ones work strangely
The wise one is the witch
with the power to entice
but enticement has a positive and a negative trait
one lures to love
one lures to consume
Only the individual can make changes
that change his...

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Pure awareness 
Unattached to form
Just IS
As it IS
Complete
But since the awareness wishes
Choicelessly wishes
To engage in movement
It does
Creating matter
And energising it
With a part of itself
Without reducing itself
Or being affected by matter
Though in it, with it
And so
Matter...

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This axis mundi,  rotates,    
   within and outside the veils
I remember walking with you  
 and how we manifested anything we agreed upon
leaving us both slackjawed and yet...

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15.4
“You are not the body
You do not have a body
You neither do nor enjoy
You are Awareness only--the timeless Witness
You are free
Go in happiness”

15.5
“Attachment and aversion
are attributes of the mind
You are not the mind
You are Consciousness...

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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...

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Journey without movement 

Transported energy first, not connect to my body yet
Body is finding it’s self
Body is finding it’s self
Am I alive awake or dead
Am I dead or awake?
I lie dormant, physical body on my...

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JUDGE US NOT

Judge us not for our sin
Look at the people we've been

Don't hold it against us that we were weak
We found a love that every human would seek

Don't look down because we both gave...

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Once upon a time, basking in sublime gardens of Eden
blissful essence of presence did as was bidden
soul ingrained with delight from head to toe
imbibing divine elixir, joyful heart aglow
humming a happy melodious verse
in resonance with...

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“better a rebel, a nerd, than a blind follower of the herd”
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Buddha urged to illuminate darkness
Set forth towards the closest habitation
His countenance aglow with luminescence 
Was asked by a passerby cause of his elation

Buddha replied...

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Life's greatest heated human tragedy
the one we are likely taught not to see.
Our wide-ranging worlds are well connected,
as atoms wiggle we're all effected.
Separation is optic illusion
a fitting end to one's soul seclusion.

Gurus say I am...

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I have occupied this temporary shell
we call a "body" for quite some time.
longevity being a relative  concept.
Life has not always been easy,
in fact it has more often then not been quite a challenge.
I have...

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“That which has form is not real
Only the formless is permanent
Once this is known
you will not return to illusion”


A koan, a quiz
Let us begin by saying it like it is 
We bleed, we experience pain
We...

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accepting here and now this-ness
aliveness in our mind body combine
we recognise identity as separateness 
humbly accepting we know not the divine

in silence going in seeking truth with sincerity
knowing not the path upon which we tread
we...

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The sea of boundless Oneness
Cognised by ascending consciousness 
Transitioning to pure awareness

We are as such in stark aloneness
Within deep meditational stillness 
Our form blending with our formlessness 

The beginning is non thought presence
In humble innocence
With...

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The Evolution of Love
by Michael R. Burch

Love among the infinitesimal
flotillas of amoebas is a dance
of transient appendages, wild sails
that gather in warm brine and then express
one headstream as two small, divergent wakes.

Minuscule voyage, love! Upon...

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shifting sands of time, highlighted by desires that chime
have manifested reincarnated forms for my delight
foiled by egos misalignment with divine sublime 

myriad hypnotic illusions became my plight
as blurred horizons kept shifting out of my reach
so...

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Admitting need for solace from lonesomeness
My soul seeks hope propped by serene blissfulness
To overcome feeling of separateness
Imprisoning me around guilt’s awfulness
Fortified upon conceit and selfishness---
Oh, how can I escape from this woe’s grievousness???

Confessing to God...

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