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This life
Rituals we’re asked to follow
Seem to separate man from man
Something’s wrong, it seems so shallow
Sun shines upon all with elan
So we went to temple and mosque
Sikh gurudwara and the church
Favours from God, all in fear ask
Whilst carefree birds, on treetops perch
Each affirms, their faith absolute
‘My daddy strongest’ is the norm
Fundamentalists resolute
Where lies hermit, bliss rapture warm
The scriptures per say seem alright
For each teaches, true path is love
Narrowness makes us blind to light
If God’s within, why look above
Such being the case, meditate
Celebrating our aliveness
We are still, nodes within gyrate
Entwining with the That oneness
Our prayer then, not a doing
Having chosen to surrender
Moment by moment, blossoming
Our each life breath, is God’s wonder
Our next life
One day this feeble form will die
Liberating soul eternal
Deluded desires, seek the sky
So we’re reborn; God’s miracle
Memory erased, when reborn
The same questions do resurface
Where lies the light that we adorn
Heart seeks to see God, face to face
Of what avail are the scriptures
We are not this here mind-body
Tiring of bondage and strictures
Plunge into the void, when ready
Cessation of thought, is the way
How many times must we be born
Each breath intake, is when we pray
With animal instincts all shorn
As our breath flows here and now
Accepting ourself as we are
We negate not, fear and desire
Nor with thought spirals, do we spar
Choose staid silence, because we tire
Shifting our fulcrum into space
We look inwards at all movement
Futile rat race, blocks divine grace
So sad is heart’s discontentment
Ceasing to size, we vaporise
Letting go of our doership
Life goes on, much to our surprise
No need then, for oneupmanship
Shift, external to internal
Requiring but a mindful eye
All we do, is make desires null
No cause then, for our heart to sigh
That that comes and goes, unreal
Our lower mind knows not the truth
We stand still, feeling bliss appeal
Entwining with God’s will forsooth
Boundaries blur, all becomes one
We are the holder of the flame
Luminous like the yonder sun
Recognising life but a game
04-December-2021
Soul Consciousness
Is it the consciousness of the soul we seek?
Or the “conscious” mind in search of its “soul”.
For the soul resides in the eternal unconscious,
is ever present in the eternal – present – moment’s
subtle “animation” of the physical,
stimulation of the mental.
My soul…..the essence of my being
has existed for all of time,
is but a particle of the whole
an aspect of the “deity”,
a facet of creations desire for fulfillment
seeking union with its purpose.
My soul is consciously aware
of creations incompletion,
of the need for men and women
to acknowledge themselves
as the envoys of creation,
unite in bringing the state
of heaven – on earth.
For the extrapolation of the words
“and they were in one place with one accord”
would bring into effect a
vibratory validation of the belief
that “we souls” have a responsibility
to sound a conscious tone
in word, in action, in living
not bound by the strictures of a credo
but of a soul consciousness
vibrantly animating our being.
John G. Lawless
5/22/2016
Trickle, river fickle.
Step lively by the side.
Fate, thy strictures tickle!
Hell, Heaven, woe betide!
Wind atop the high cliff wall?
Funeral, thy pall.
Cherry blossoms, heft to haul.
End Times, give a call...
Thunderbolt, hover above.
Levee, fail to hold.
Fit, misfortune! O my glove!
Coals within, glow gold...
Will of human beings?
It must not have the clout.
Everybody, pack thy things!
Doubt, begin thy bout!
Ruin, cover all our world.
Dim hope, flee from here.
Dark fire, lava, how you hurled!
Grind them, O my gear...
Ravine out back, what to pack?
Stuff it in a crack!
Failure, will you? Fade to black?
Turn about and tack!
Sullen honeysuckle?
How better to make wine?
Bridge, beneath their feet buckle!
Doom, undying dine...
Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie fair, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.
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bona fide hormonal hankering didst since Adam and Eve a wake
aromatic, balmy, and captivating as effect from drinking sassafras
kin powerful pulsations viz diving rod erect phallus
creating con fusion pro bono er to enter lips engorged mass
Pussy swathed qua tangle of coiled, kinked, and thatched course grass
Willy wonka with vestal virgin hair line gonadal zone **** embarrass
twig and berries rutting, rusticating, routing and romancing intent
to deflower re: piercing hymen
with nary immune to perdition or déclassé
hello kitty edenic tropic of cancer coital compass
emitting pheromones culling asper a bong
clapping banging brass
intractable supremacy reproductive sport
waging whore with contemporary take
verboten fruit sexual pang thrust forward
omnipotent magnetic thirst to slake
unstoppable passions flared unfazed as annals
depict how hot coals feet did rake
despite hollow religious strictures obloquy,
the serum filled genitals did quake
infiltrate historical manifestations, naked humans
prey zing clear or opaque
deities of yesteryear demonstrable
bas relief showers copulation doth make
primal urges imbued *****sapiens
e’er since first man saw lady of the lake
triggering libidinal longing inducing salivation sans love struck drake
multi-tiered mouth watering orgasmic gastronomic carnal cake
Aphrodite spellbinding storied sport thrives inducing heart break
imbuing human guys gals feverish enthralled dizzy catnip behoove ache.
Presence complete yet in form feeling incomplete
Surrenders imagined knowing at an unknown God’s feet
We must be truthful about this, having not seen the unseen
That in timeless time, in as ordained, we may reclaim soul’s sheen
The ultimate truths have been repeatedly affirmed in various scriptures
There is nether bondage nor limitation; self-imposed are strictures
Confining awareness to the thinking process, we are bound
Myriad fears and desires then inevitably twirl us around
Relinquishing the delusional need to weigh and size
Who in truth we really are, staid silence enables us to realise
It is, we may say, something like waking up within life’s lucid dream
Where the unfinished movie plays on shaped as thoughts we did stream
Reworded, we may say that in reality, by so knowing, life flows as before
But now having garnered clear sight, there are no goals to score
We thus remain here present, aglow in our light luminescent
Cognisant of this divine play of descent and ascent
Who Beside This Atheist Doth "say" Thar Haint No Angels?
Two fatal head on
deadly automobile accidents
in quick succession at
Zieglerville, Pennsylvania
poetic traffic circle
killed me twice today,
this communique notated, recorded,
and transcribed adieu "say"
je nais sais quois eh
by divine angels, who aided
this deceased jay
bird, said winged
saviors didst sashay
in mine close proximity, this lifeless
badly damaged body
sprawled on the road,
when just by the "FAKE"
skin of my...er...dentures,
I whiz invisibly
whisked toward unearthly safety,
and (just in the nick
of time before corpse
of mine thorough lay
underwent aught top say),
this generic organ
donor and eBay
trader found himself shunted
into an expansive
cerebral, cerulean,
and celestial heavenly
gate atmospheric quay
king cosmic arena,
where Cupids practiced play
ying getting strangers lovestruck
when rehearsals debuted, yay
nearly finding this
wordsmith spell bound
yours truly with a may
zing starry eyed,
and stir craze zee,
the first female
(coincidentally, a head
over heels teenage crush)
aye didst yip pee
mon decaying flesh
felt WOWed, cuz she
never looked better re:
eternally sleeping with her
stone face, prithee
one, where death be
not proud did justice,
yet rules forbid fraternizing
with deceased, nee
(repudiating no exceptions
against gender bending
strictures) amidst soul asylum,
could witness punishment, nay
saying of guilty party landing
squarely into jailed
into the absolute
worst hellish clinker
back to the future as
joining every other
mere mortal upon Earth,
next best option offered
aside from (undying soul
reveling in immortality),
would be fate offered,
by Scott, sans the blimey
(hen pecking) road
less traveled me
disappointing fate,
where alternative possibility,
chosen minus collisions, and
absent adolescent
post mortem inamorata.
I would offer an interior
and exterior landscaping contract
to facilitate multicultural designs
for restoring Mother Earth's ecotherapeutic justice,
within each and every ZeroZone of space
and HereNow time,
dear voiceless
and effluently timeless Yin,
But I doubt you will hear this as our optimal WinWin relationship,
given your current repressed lack of status
as Earth's polycultural peace and justice loser
in ZeroSum economies
of Yin must lose commitments to non-violent integrity
for my left brain dominant Yang to ego-win,
today
and for the foreseeable threatening
toxic future.
Hearing no positive deviant psychological response,
I would offer to facilitate your WinWin property healthing climate game,
but I doubt you would become ego-absorbed
in game integrity theories
or non-recursive absence
of reiterative excommunicating theses,
Although, perhaps we share a still small impassioned light
for compassion's ecstasies of experience
remembered from our dual dark nonsectarian space
EarthWomb's original matriarchal yin-flow environmental place
filled with integral nurturing strings
and streams of DNA umbilical wave-linear structures,
Strictures inviting phenomenally wealthy WinWin neural experience,
where left brain consciousness will eventually speak
compassion's right brain interdependent neural perception networks
ego/eco-lateral
bi-lateral Yang inhaling with Yin exhalation
as healthy ego predicts internal wealthy eco-climates
through ancient maternal therapeutic designing memories
of when Yin has progenitor been
more Yang universal out
multiculturally landscaped
than unitarian
polyculturally enriched within.
Thistle Be Nettlesome To Weed...
Who (on a lark) doth
spur my distant soul
fully bellowed ahoy
quickly hastening
ye to catfish
as a way to avoid
this beastie boy
wherein America playfulness
of generic gull versus buoy
ought tubby coy,
where thee
(latter days haint)
feeble, (non fable us)
jerry-rig mock up employ
appetizing as pâté de foie
gras, flavored for
tastebuds of goy
opposed to dietary
strictures of Jew,
moost likely christening
implies holier than thou
(especially, asper those hoy
tee toy
tee upscale rich folk)
proudly prideful mensch
linkedin kindling joy
de vivre, while
quietly dwelling stoke
king traditions ensconced, poke
king and prodding youngest
generation to become
rooted like mighty oak,
within their mini mansions,
and attending synagogue,
solemn non joke
kingly seriously
commingling, congregating,
and copulating plenti
fully, while livingsocial
at least among other rich folk,
sans Mainline, Pennsylvania
a cohesive family tribe
dispersed members of Zion
prompting this atheistic
scribe try'n
to fathom long gone - NEIN
never forgotten Semitic
village people (mine
ancestry), who hailed and
harkened from Eastern Europe
wonder on this
eightieth anniversary,
of Kristallnacht, where genocide
cleft a jagged line,
where ponders thyself
countless relations
haunting as I dost
eat, sleep or dine!
LeftBrain thought powers
follow RightBrain warm light and cold dark feelings.
Like behavior follows beliefs
follow repeated warm/cold rituals
follow entrenched belief networks
building walls between appositional changes
of positive/negative trend directions
too often complexly confused
With antithetical divine/human
spirit/nature
outside/inside oxymoronic opposition
where ecological true cannot be a false ego-unlogical thesis
and must be, at least LeftBrain deductively
left not not false right now,
holistically here
in time-spaced flows
of felt health climate passage.
Transitioning revolutionary future thoughts follow past resonant
and dissonant,
healthy and pathological feelings,
and apathetic unfeelings
follow learned and inherited behaviors
follow integral beliefs in past through future eternal memories
felt sacred as DNA enscriptions
toward healthy light integrity
absorbs pathological dark ego-sectarian mendacity
So too,
future ecoschool non-violent instructions
prescriptions
formulas felt
and thought Win/Win descriptive
of past healthy memories
Told and then written down as sacred scripture thoughts
originally eco-theological
following light and dark strictures
felt secularly ecological,
refining risky LeftBrain oppositional limits of thought
defining Whole NonViolent Systems
RightBrain felt as holonically integral Win/Win opportunity,
Synergetic healthy climate thoughts
following feelings for cooperative eco-schooled
ego-listening for WinWin reweaving integrity.
The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane
on one hand holding out a ray of hope
yet also becoming a thought form chain
letting us not with light of truth elope.
Each breath we take anchors us deeper here,
aliveness depending on senses five,
so then how may light of clear truth appear,
if dying ember we fail to revive?
Religious belief, a culture borne curse,
which no doubt, cajoles us to look inward,
imposes strictures we need to rehearse,
that repressing lust, we be not wayward.
What’s repression but a short term measure ~
Save pure of heart, none can find heart’s treasure
Save pure of heart, none can find heart’s treasure,
purity meaning God’s light in our heart,
whence gently smelling roses at leisure,
we feel deep within, bliss ignition start.
No sooner we rise, ego pulls us down,
seeking our undivided attention,
dragging us in swamps of wealth and renown,
where love never ever gets a mention.
At the crossroads by employing free will,
we alone must choose the vibe of our muse,
so animating silence, if we’re still,
we can overpower ego spawned ruse.
Discarding lower mind, prone to research ~
Let us here now prioritise God search
Let us here now prioritise God search,
which simply means, if pure be our intent,
the bird of bliss on our heart’s tree will perch,
upon our granting God’s love our consent.
Nothing need be done save coming undone,
Stripping dark desires and fears from our core,
whence recognising God and soul are one,
bliss beats rise and we beg for an encore.
Let us choose to give our soul some relief,
getting to basics, melding head with heart,
whence this discarding conditioned belief,
we behold demons of darkness depart.
Peacocks dance in sunshine entwined with rain ~
The ancient scriptures are both boon and bane