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During life’s sunset years, in slowdown mode,
sidestepping environs that provoke strife,
our tranquil soul dwells in God’s heart abode,
invoking love mists that make us bliss rife.
Kindly eye looks at all with compassion,
tolerant to fault even if we’re scorched,
because where we dwell, love is in fashion,
wayward ego having long since been torched.
As dawn turns to dusk and night shifts to day,
with thoughts at rest and no load on our chest,
to the light that lights all lights, as we pray,
our presence is ensconced in heart’s bliss nest.
Having renounced desire, soul free from stain,
has broken free from earth life’s karmic chain.
The me that you see’s just a face that I wear.
You have no idea what’s really on my mind.
The me of my soul regards you over there
As sly and elusive, your intentions undefined.
The me that you see stands a distance apart
From you coyly playing the role of a shrew.
The I of my mind steers a sensible course
By sidestepping driftwood and hazards like you.
You’ve been casting incantations
With your coven of dark ingenues.
I've been busy myself, pounding down my intentions,
Hammering a hard wrought point of view;
I don't need any more you.
As it is, it’s just grist for the mill.
But it leaves me with one thing I know,
We made as fine a couple
As Mr. Miller and Ms. Monroe.
Now take me off your mailing list.
I'll gladly burn your cards and letters, too.
We gave our torrid fling a New York minute.
It’s sad, but I can’t deal with any more you.
THIS SPACE REVERVED FOR
JOLTIN' JOE
If we know ourself, we’ll know the universe
but if our inquiry seeks to go in deep,
recognising touch divine does not rehearse,
we begin by letting musings inward seep,
that by melding with the void, penning soul’s verse,
between form and formlessness, we take the leap!
To get to a knowing that transcends our mind,
we shift to heart, leaving thought spirals behind.
Sans thought we are, as awareness self-aware,
alive, aglow, entwined with all existence,
igniting love, choosing with all souls to pair,
discarding beliefs, shedding our resistance,
sidestepping each and every ego spawned snare,
seeing clearly that from God there’s no distance.
All this sounds fine to hear but let’s be more clear,
feeling the life breath, that within us does spear.
In silence, sans identity, what remains,
save the pristine pulsation of love and light,
which we are but know not, bound to ego’s chains
but released we embark on a wingless flight,
with our pure heart now cleansed of erst feral stains,
as bliss effervescence cascades with delight,
in wonderment we see, God and we are one
and being His son, we shine like yonder sun!
The seeker who seeks, in truth does not exist,
for we are a soul, dwelling in body-mind
and we know this when there is no to-do list,
shifting from head to heart, choosing pathways kind,
transmuting here now, becoming a bliss mist,
mindfully playing our role, as is assigned.
Bilocation between this form and vast space,
allows us to garner clear truth, by God’s grace.
VBT Practice 90 of 112
We being in a bind
Of limited identity-mind
We do not negate
Rather we cooperate!
We make no fuss
We go where thoughts take us
In the external
As well as in the internal
In the ethereal
Or the feral
No self criticism
We oscillate with the pendulum
There is however one condition
In following the ego suggestion
We see Shiva in each vibration
In all nuances of fullness or cessation
If Shiva be everywhere, where may ego reside
For a Shiva is both outside as well as inside
Ego has no place to hide
So ceasing to measure & size
It does noiselessly vaporise
11-October-2020
Notes: VBT stands for Vijnana Bhairava Tantra. It is said to be a dialogue between God Shiva and Goddess Parvati. Parvati asks Shiva the way to freedom from duality and limitation. Shiva then elucidates not one but 112 meditation tools for God realisation. The poem summarises the 90th of the 112 ‘ meditation methods’, as understood by the poet
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Reverse hypnosis
We are here
God too is near
Closer than our skin
He resides in us within
Enlivening our form
By breath warm
Yet here we are
With desires spar
Mirrored by dark fears
Competing with our peers
Until we exit the rat race
Slow down our pace
Thoughts arise
Beheld in surprise
Part of the game divine
What meaning may we assign
To dance of Shiva enigmatic
Fluttering heart ecstatic
We cease to size
As bliss currents rise
Seeing God everywhere
Sidestepping ego borne snare
Our lower mind disappears
Lo behold, God appears
07-October-2021
SOMETHING OLD SOMETHING NEW Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
non-judgmental view
simply looking at the play
resting anticipation and memory
love the rhythm to which we gently sway
moment to moment all moments entwined
we imbibe each life pulse in fullness
feeling without sizing the scent
in flowing dynamic stillness
there is no one here within
who seeks fulfilment of desires
that that is is presence in innocence
aliveness innate heart with bliss all afire
negating nothing we partake of all life offerings
free flowing thus sidestepping stagnation
as a conduit of the divine energy
life continuum celebration
01-March-2021
Buddhist view on aversion and desire,
cognises oscillations between them,
thereby sidestepping consequence dire,
nipping thorns and flowers, before they stem,
equal in dark and star of Bethlehem.
Cessation by negation, age old ways,
far cry from the tantric, who to joy sways,
dancing at all times in celebration,
imbibing within bliss, that always stays,
given to play, in vibrant elation.
One view accepts that what is, simply is,
thus centered in the void, without movement,
choice of non-action, exiting thought quiz,
heart equipoised in quiet contentment,
whilst the other infuses joy intent,
each breath inflow taken as divine grace,
burning yearning to see God face to face,
all acts performed, in aspect surrender,
seeking out the truth, at a burning pace,
whilst beholding Gods manifest wonder.
28-August-2021
Your Favorite August 2021 Poem contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
When I analyze the lyrics
I see everything that the world mimics
It’s the easiest of diagnostics
That unravels the mystery of these mystics
How we tamper with the sacred relics
Cutting and stitching tapestries from solid fabrics
Watching while your hearing wastes
Numbing nourishment out of your tastes
You try to keep up and so forsake your rest
Stretched to the limit, you have no zest
And you wither in the haste
For at high cost you copy and paste
Who lived well if not your fathers before you
With timeless counsel they try to hand you
But the old gold you trade for the new dew
The rich color you trade for a pale hue
Forfeiting and sidestepping blessings well due
And then flood your tears on the pew
As the world pulls its strings
It matters what a man sings
If about worldliness and things
Onto the strangling cords he clings
If to God his longing, belonging and belongings
Then he is one among priests and kings
K. Muitherero
Golden Crown
Fingers maneuver as a vanishing sun radiates her solar majesty
Heartfelt improvisations momentarily suspended adverse reality
Raging notes racing toward heaven levitating exceedingly faster
Determined hands hammering insecurities sidestepping disaster
Weaving inspirational wisdom regenerate such spiritual harmony
Profound compositions elevate the integrity of human symphony
Revelations exorcizing ambiguities wearing an incredulous frown
Conquering all deceptions destiny searches for the Golden Crown
10/07/2011
5:21 p.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour Of The Seas
Venice, Italy
While sidestepping impediments,
Achilles heel stricken with paralyzing zap
chronically inducing captain klutz
to bemoan and yap,
i.e. (think) booby trap
strategically laid down by the missus -
necessitating yours truly
to patschke with marauder map
in an to circumvent and handicap
becoming lame and crippled for life
essentially rendering me totally tubular
pathetic non-ambulatory chap.
Aforesaid dangerous tripping hazard,
the spouse I do calmly berate
causing me being waylaid
for very important date
and/or additionally hurrying
to forestall bowel movement,
viz urgent incommodious fate
mine impromptu tanglefoot (feet) dance step
doth ineluctably foment hate.
Ready to lash out courtesy sanity claws
meanwhile thee wife burst out with guffaws
me cursing Sir Isaac Newton's gravitational laws
one infuriated husband
our marital covenant, he swiftly redraws
subsequently divorce sputters
thru clenched jaws
underscoring how feigned wedded bliss
(actually shotgun marriage)
replete with many flaws
e'er since chance encounter
regarding future maternal cause
deux daughters we begat
packed their bags at tender age,
and left home without pause.
All these approximate
two score plus oddly even years
avoiding precarious hazardous risks wears
heavily reinforced steel tipped
crampon tricked out boots,
which rugged footwear eventually tears,
though they outlasted lifetime
predicted on advertisements and follow up
customer satisfaction questionnaires
as satisfied survivor traversing
harrowing riddled landscapes,
I feel adequately trained to join
most hardy (doubting thomas) mountaineers,
especially those with surname Reznick
livingsocial, snapchatting, and twittering in Switzerland
possibly linkedin with Harris heirs
this wordsmith conclusively blares.
I non-jokingly attest -
above recounted spectacle no humorous avail,
thereby true love moost prevail
when wife leaves mayhem and bedlam
nothing boot trail of destruction without fail
excellent preparation if/when
purblind poetic papa needs to learn Braille.
This poetic blurb not meant to annoy
divulging, when just a whippersnapper boy
me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed
without questioning why doctor best remove adenoid
pat response told less to prevent sole son tubby coy
than fear Harris heir, would not inherit carnival throne
sidestepping 3 ring circus, and not becoming an android
dreaming of electric sheep,
a disagreeable prospect that could hoof happened,
aye shear with you especially
in tandem with predilection tilting tubby goy
fated outcome unfazed this herbaceous rooted lad,
who idolized captain crunch (before childhoods' end)
hoping seaman tic wood beckon with “A HOY”
mollified parents blithely steered son clear into
psychotic outcome delivering obliviousness
that brought inner joy
anyway, this peculiar male progeny
believing himself to be just another brick
in the wall of Pink Floyd,
tripping with comfortably numb skull
found himself evicted from the hall of the mountain king
and in sore need of deep psychoanalysis, hence didst imp ploy
therapy in orifice er office of maudlin Sigmund Freud
whose nose bore striking resemblance,
to a fleshy phallic shaped trumpeting toy
pud dill, this mental analysis delved into past – outcome
induced feint to faint, while cawing boss addressed
as Oedipus Rex, which verbal homage did cloy
dredging layered past devoid of love
flush with malicious predatory abuse
from Lloyd Lavinsky, an Audubon Elementary
grade school male lore demon bully
sanity of mine he almost destroyed.