Long Spherical Poems
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A spherical fish lenses larger
And smaller with each turn that's swum.
Size defying, the fish upon a plant stand
Towers over a cubically curled cat.
The cat sleeps inside a cardboard box
Among dank fern era smells.
Eye lids arise slantwise
Like through louvers of a shade.
The eyes close once again
As though in slow motion ecstasy.
Whiskers twitch and paws, taking turns,
Knead dreamscape, Siberian turf.
It is a lazy happiness, the cat has,
Swaying nothing but a tail's end.
Centered, the cat has no need
To find a fourth flap out.
But the bulgy eyed fish is held
By the weight of water and of glass. (7/16/22)
"I have to get to Key West!"
Said Brian through the car window
To no one but the expanse of sea
Outside.
Though everyone in the car heard him.
"We're moving in the opposite direction,"
Said Jane, her eyes lowered to the wheel,
That sad, peeling, 70's green steering wheel
Too wide for modern cars, modern thought.
"It's okay, that's quite alright. Fine, really!"
Brian stammered, his ear pressed red
Against the seat belt.
"The stars will guide us regardless.
They know where I am meant to be."
The Midwestern gypsy picked-up that morning
(Her name tag read, "Panda," and underneath that, "Go!")
Finally opened her eyes and looked at Troubled Brian
Slouched beside her in the backseat.
"What's in Key West?" Panda asked, her eyes
Like slits of glowing oxygen.
"I don't know, Panda," Brian shifted for her,
His blazing focus prostrate and trembling now,
Just beyond her spherical scent of flowers,
"But I have one of those shaky, glass balls at home
With a lighthouse and a shack and a tree
Trapped inside all waiting to be glittered all up
With a good shake..." Brian had a fever,
(and Panda was now loving him underneath his madness)
"...and below the watery, glass ball is a fake, moss-covered,
Stone trunk with an engraving that says, 'Key West.'"
Brian exhaled like a hot air balloon as
Panda kissed him on the nose as they made the U-turn.
Through the chambers of silence where lost time stirs,
In the room where once hopes blossomed in a flight towards the horizon,
Now stretches a wasteland that whispers from shadows and profound horrors,
All for your diaphanous light, for your silver rays that shatter.
In the altar of distant youth, where my dreams walked unceasingly,
I've searched throughout for hidden spells in corners of unending, untouched world,
Which spirit of darkness did you penetrate, did you seek with your full, spherical eye?
Emptied of eternity, scratching for the key that pours freedom into the clear sky.
Underneath a cloak of stars, your serene gaze wide open with breadth,
Just a moment in the eternal, when the full moon shows your essence, reveals what is to come.
How could I have suspected, with my unripe mind, with the unknowing mystery in fragile dreams?
A demonic truth, only understood when the light dimmed and evening turned late.
Was I your celestial meridian, the point where destiny diverges,
Where my blood might boil like some heated metal in Vulcan's hearth,
The teeth to become sharp swords, the soul, a wild, wandering beast,
In a world of night, strong and thirsting, a shadow that lays flesh low.
Oh, Moon, your play of fate has woven my heart from shadows and grace,
Enchanting lady of the night, I find your mystic artistry now bitter.
You, now weaving my deep chain of curse, are the saltworks that burns in my dreams,
And I, prisoner of dusk, search for a respite of light, but fall back into evils.
But you, guardian of the night, in your astral dance resembling both fortune and doom,
You watch my descent into the abyss, to see the beauty of the horror you without mercy or spot have staged.
The stranger, myself, transformed by you, a wildness I now carry at my chest like a heavy stone slab,
Whose genesis is repentance, and every heartbeat, an echo of a world that once was.
And yet here I stand, beneath your cascade of cold lights,
Where flesh ends and the spirit outstretches its wings, softly so.
Seeking an escape, amidst memories, amidst ruins, in their darkness,
In your celestial crater I find myself, a sharer of the night, of nights bathed in tremble and thrill.
“Made in God’s image, we are love and light ~
This truth is garnered by spherical sight”
~ quote by poet
Flitting about from desire to desire
Horizons shift and we feel incomplete
Joy in permanence is what we aspire
So we lay down our ego, at God’s feet
Nodes within stir, when head and heart concur
Our emptiness invokes bliss magnetism
Boundaries between form and space then blur
Currents sublime ignite mind-body prism
God indwells this feeble form we adorn
Seeing clearly, boundless is our delight
Identity shorn, we’re here now reborn
We behold our true Self as living light
Oh weary hermit, know God alone is ~
We’re as He; existence, consciousness, bliss
18-May-2023
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Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
as we plot our thoughts
spiralling orbits ego begot
we notice inherent emptiness
desires rooted in consciousness
stagnating amidst fleeting illusions
plunging awareness in dark delusion
having so recognised we choose to shift
discontent with being in this way adrift
we look for that attribute in us eternal
negating this mind body ephemeral
seeing hidden openly in plain view
bubbling joy in our heart renews
here and now innate thisness
unchanging breath of aliveness
depends not upon shifting horizon
being void of silent pristine meditation
connecting us in fullness with the universe
far cry from narrow ego domain urgings coarse
we were always home rapturous in blissful embrace
attention drifting in hypnotic trance fall from grace
no harm done for love outpouring is unconditional
we linger no longer to make cognition spherical
vaporising identity with love pulsation melding
transmuting ‘I’ to ‘I Am’ in Gods light glowing
03-April-2021
Tranquil heart, the way to eternal bliss
We abide then in our natural state
God plants on our crown, a paternal kiss
Soul breezes easily through heaven’s gate
Consciousness distanced from fear and desire
Chooses in staid stillness to vaporise
Love in love with love, consumed by soul’s fire
Wingless continues thus its upward rise
Hidden yet among rose petals are thorns
Mindful eye discerns the bad from the good
Heeding always voice of conscience that warns
Until earth life lessons are understood
Choosing at all times, thoughts, words and deeds just
Easy is the path, if in God we trust
Easy is the path, if in God we trust
Standing erect, head and heart hand in glove
Gentling touch, treading softly on earth’s crust
Knowing always, the litmus test is love
With silence as our orientation
Thought an instrument, employed when needed
Each act performed, heart’s playful flirtation
In surrender, will to God conceded
Our void centric stance, is a divine dance
Wherein we simply follow bliss beats rhythm
God’s benedictions leave nothing to chance
Lighting lamp of love in mind-body prism
In timeless time we behold our soul’s light
When God bestows on us spherical sight
When God bestows on us spherical sight
We see that we are made in His image
Bliss energised, we frolic in delight
Imbibing direct wisdom of a sage
From head to toe, drenched with magnetic heat
Swathed in divine currents both cool and warm
Innate aliveness, vibrant and upbeat
Is blown away in this benign bliss storm
Such is the pathless path each walks alone
We cannot fail, since God in-dwells within
Illuminating our pineal cone
Transcending duality, free from sin
Presence feels complete, with nothing amiss
Tranquil heart, the way to eternal bliss
at the end of the right angle,
your brain function seems unattractively acute,
and the putridity and the pungency is quite obtuse
something happened between the early period and the now
it is as if you watered down your morals and accept anything that comes
you changed your hair, your presentation, your reaction, and your choice of friends
i seem to have fallen into the trapezoid and the isosceles triangles of life with you
each curve is sharp and the focus has no clear purpose
i am tempted to go back to the cooler center where 45 connects with 45
maybe then i will be able to breathe easier because the temperature coming from nowadays you is not working in this spherical hemisphere of me
it is getting so that now there is no common ground at the midpoint
i just end up passing you by as you make yet another attempt to keep my attention
totally uneven is our overall ebb and flow
head melds with heart and thoughts recede
synced with gong Om, the void’s our home
free from desires, on earth we roam
ego dissolves, love takes the lead
heart-centric soul begins to glow
resistance ends; we gently flow
bliss pheromones begin to breed
pulsating within day and night
God bestows spherical sight
we live as of need, not of greed
our eye’s mindful and touch gentle
for the most part, nonjudgmental
one with oneness, our will we cede
Breathed by God, we see Him within
His grace erases every sin
head melds with heart and thoughts recede
ego dissolves, love takes the lead
bliss pheromones begin to breed
we live as of need, not of greed
one with oneness, our will we cede
Fixing the Ajna point between eyebrows
we may draw a circle horizontal
traversing eyes, temples, ears till Medulla
seamless energy band spherical
Likewise we may mark the upward path
rising up straight & vertical
via Guru & Sahasrara, Bindu & Medulla
as the energy loop ovoidal
The lotus at crown is said to have 1000 petals
each of which must blossom in ignition
bewildering is the magnificence of Gods miracle
cognising all of Brahman resident within
Futile is reading doctrines & scriptures
for the actuality of is-ness is ineffably beauteous
as we resistancelessly flow in the current
each nuance within potent awakening thunderous
13-September-2020
Booty beats from tomb slapping funkier bass,
rhythms to a spherical time in chic confess.
Slick elegance rhymes to fast timing,
wua wua references clear defining.
Dialog in electronic sound design,
funk happens for all of us therein.
Parliament funkadelic renegade,
riding in that old funky rolls to separate.
Committing funky crime against the state of soul,
mix the funk into the rhythm and it will not fade.
High on funk from the bottom and splendor of thing,
funky release of natural essence within.
Amorphous effusive impulse component,
and sweet sweaty antidepressant.
Ramification in that state of mind to funk,
blues road and gospel bell out of sorrow strung.