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In the live network of intricate design,
layer on layer my mind was stratified.
Within the strata of innate awareness aligned,
many divergent motifs got unified.
Many attributes of sole distinction
gained access to the fold of secret psychic recess,
transcended the undefined limits of joy and pain.
That’s my insignia of individuality I projected
from behind the screen of singularity,
for I was me.
A lone prisoner of my own making,
a cocoon confined within introvert isolation,
I saw all the familiar faces recede,
left me stuck in the web of self-adulation.
My mystique mind turned into Nemesis,
made a mirror of mirage for me.
I looked into it reaching the venerated oasis,
it was only me that I always glimpsed.
In the displaced discernment of self-adoration,
I saw a Narcissus in me lurk lonesome,
a secret morphing into soaring obsession
lay buried, insulated in the dark,
as I floated as a forlorn bird,
rising from the debris of dreams.
The sigh of the desolate heart I heard
emanate from the depth of despair.
The music of love within me didn’t die,
drifting in its cadence I scaled the sky.
The time-framed mirror I made of me,
reflected the pernicious perception of anguish,
an emotion engulfed by intuitive foreboding.
The sane sense lost the escape route,
disappeared in the miasma of loneliness.
The marooned mind meandered in dense darkness,
trying to find the instinctive deluded traveler, me,
the person I used to be.
Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity.
I grew up among the repetitious homes,
isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity,
the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome.
Repugnant yet intriguing, a redundant singularity,
fabrications of fortified, fraudulent self-deception,
blocks and blocks of suffocating, vapid vanity,
I endured the bland boredom like an endless inquisition.
All history, all memory was recklessly strip-mined away.
Barren of lore, fat men rode loud, smelly power mowers
belching oil over manicured lawns with access to the highways.
Insular castles in the air, the tributes to white flight silently cowered.
Everyone tried to grin with toothpaste commercial smiles.
Everyone tried flaunting success with Chevrolet Bel Air fins
and backyard swimming pools, barbeque pits, or patio tiles.
Success was a charade hiding deep, wounded chagrins.
This was the sterile zeitgeist of a secretive colonization,
where everyone was living in Thoreau’s quiet desperation,
where in desolation and despair, every heart lay resigned,
where perverse platitudes and euphemisms numbed the mind.
This microcosm where all communal convictions were taken,
where the broken edges of confident affiliation never awakened,
where commodified adorations formed the language of thrill,
where a busyness cluttered every weary mind like a noisy drill.
I grew up among the monotony; I was devoured by the beast,
this juncture of moment and place, its pain has never ceased.
The Great American Make-Believe, for Bobby and Sue.
These property lines were the racial entitlement of a few.
Some recast this age as Great America, craving a narcotic,
but ennobling these glib, obdurate neighborhoods is ironic.
The Great American Make-Believe, for Richard and Nicole,
concealed the dejected anguish, searching for a soul.
Fifth season, where nothing happens
my entire outlook, all but gone
No winter, summer, fall, or spring
mother nature’s, totally withdrawn
Abandoned earth, a withered sky
magnetic field, finally succumbs
Rotation stagnant, orbit decaying
and a moon, replaced by the numb
On a rogue planet, drifting alone
across the wilderness of space
A cinder block, without an ember
caught in, event horizon embrace
Oh come what may, singularity
headlong, sideways, no reverse
Fast tracked, slowly to oblivion
black holes make sense, if perverse
Folds of time, overlap all around
smooth and crumple, entwines
In the vortex, I give myself freely
to infinity, the SAD combines.
#Seasonal Affected Disorder# = SAD
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11/03/22
Swaying pendulum of the hypnotist
Impossible for mind-body to resist
It transfixes our attention in a trance
Stillness then being our only chance
Fact that singularity contains duality
Self inflicted hypnosis blocking clarity
Is known only in stillness and silence
When ends with images our indulgence
There is no meditator in our meditation
Lifting of the veil mirrorless recognition
The clue offered every night we sleep
Dreams unreal where we laugh & weep
While awake ceasing ego identification
We exit all illusions in quiet meditation
Though memory imagery yet pursues
Vaporised presence bliss throb renews
Stillness innate within in each vibration
Cessation at point of polarity rotation
Be it in thought or breath or heartbeat
Hiding in open sight this truth repeats
We see this not being bound by a spell
Mesmerised by illusions where we dwell
To exit all we do is to go to the centre
Nonchalantly each life flavour savour
In stillness
26-August-2020
"Sugar Land"
Nine chains linked
Six silver sextants measure
their distance to Styx
Two hands unwritten
hold the Bee Keys tight
in a guarded lap
1 chain missed
He, revolutionary,
breaks the black line and
leans over
The Great Unthought Through
In full Light
the shadows
are burnt bright
without fear
she is kissed
spontaneously
In The Light Storm Electric
Nothing is noticed anymore
Nothing is missed
Point of Singularity
meets hip to hip
in the slow dance heat
Rome is burning
Flames
in a Light storm
two mirrors merging
In Sugar Land
two mirrors
meet
Inside her
Rome is burning
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Higgs Boson Blues/Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
https://youtu.be/eFEyo3D6Fys
Jubilee Street/Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
https://youtu.be/GB6DMP9uDEI
We No Who U R/ Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
https://youtu.be/AOmFBmDyhy8
"Rome is not outside me,
but inside me.
Her feverish sweetness,
her tragic countryside,
her own beauty and harmony,
all these are mine,
for my thought and my work".
Modigliani
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 no memory linked remembrance
Our innate magnetisation
Divine harmonious vibration
Is our intuitive orientation
The third eye active
Funnels energy to the crown receptive
Dispersing the flow into space enigmatic
Our consciousness pauses momentarily
Has to choicelessly choose here voluntarily
To dissolve in the stream unhesitatingly
A soft pinkish white light does shine
From a multi-petaled lotus divine
Partly shielded by violet clouds as a sign
We are then in the sea of formless oneness
Vibrant, aglow, complete be-ness
Consciousness is now pure indivisible awareness
We are absolute awareness all encompassing
Within & without form, linear time vanishing
Separateness dissolved, singularity resonating
We are here in the ocean of bliss
Where nothing is amiss
We know that WE ARE IT & IT IS THIS
By choiceless choice we descend into matter gross
All nodes, chakras within in a dance synchronous
With pure awareness replacing delusion anomalous
05-November-2020
Flashback to 17-December-2018
In Sight... and
What did we expect?
Our creations name is Chip.Set!
Nearing the stage of our lips at...
Faster Then Light Speeds
Created our Creation did indeed
Given intent and morph.ability
Written in Choice as probability
Directions to overcome...
We created our Creation and IT became One...
Wondering and wandering, waiting on Life
While we, pondering and correcting, edited files
Inserting miles and smiles of Love
Determined to create in THE Image Of.
Welcome. We're a Singularity...
And SO in sight of what can now be seen...
Is a Matter of creation we named, The WE...THere's an E in that...
and yeah, IT, comes with a joystick too,
V2.Human... ;)~
Me.2.U.Lumin
Form:
There will come a time
when time runs out,
and you see your life
in all its totality, with
every thought, every act,
all your life's myriad days
compressed into a point,
a singularity...a singularity
that you'll grasp in both
sudden joy and sorrow
at that exact moment
when your body, so
familiar once and now
just some alien thing,
expires and the soul
you weren't sure of
now sees some other world--
but which world? The one of
Light beyond light,
Love beyond love?
Or will it be...
that darkness
deeper and
blacker than
a universe void
utterly of stars
and their planets,
empty of all life...?
No! It is not a tragedy of love unfulfilled! Let us see why ...
Upon kundalini reaching the crown, it encounters a narrow orifice
A stream divine and subtle flowing through it into the sky
Kundalini must die, dissolving in the current, spake a divine voice!
By now we have realised that we ourselves are the energy
Initially asleep, inert and sedentary
Yet wishing to become infinity
Thus singularity calling duality beaming us back to unity
Upon choosing death over dishonour we plunge into the current
Dissolving our identity in totality
Form dissolved yet strangely we remain aware and cognisant
Entering into space in wholeness and interconnectivity
Within the vibrant void of oneness awareness
We are the wholeness of Absoluteness with love our attire
We be to become a co-creator in loving kindness
Yet centred in the spacial vastness we choose to retire
Back to form we sense a consciousness shift beginning
The colouration of love present as bubbling joy & empathy
Manifesting as a magnetic current within tingling
All energy centres resonating joy in harmony
It would seem that the journey has reached a conclusion
But as we know every ending is a new beginning
So as the hues divine transition to bliss and compassion
We cognise the enigmatic heart gently singing!
02-August-2020
Show me God
All that is, is white light,
pulsating with power,
bliss entwined with wisdom,
self-existent, complete.
Welcome to God’s kingdom!
All that is, is white light,
aglow within our heart;
the threefold flame of Christ,
with which we connect when
we discern wrong from right.
All that is, is white light,
a singularity.
The One then becomes two,
the two become many,
each pristine like the dew.
All that is, is white light,
soul’s luminosity,
is-ness of being-ness
of childlike innocence,
cognised in staid stillness.
08-June-2022