Long Stuporous Poems

we are here
why would we negate
so we do accept this reality 
taking our stuporous aliveness
within decaying organic form
as the point of reference
with which we begin
Ramana’s inquiry
who am I

looking back at our life
we notice our values...

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Time has passed by since I wrote
No awards received, not even a vote
Book shelves are filled with all the best sellers
Libraries kept mine down in their cellars. 

I tossed out the old glass oil lamp
It...

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Negating nothing, accepting what is,
we begin then with this organic shell,
where stuporous mind treats life like a quiz,
birthing fears though heart tells us all is well.
For our well-being, we struggle and strive
but joy in permanence...

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“If God omnipresent, He must be resident within
We must feel then now, bliss tremors on our skin”

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Been there, done that
Fleeting pleasures fall flat
Mitigated pleasure of intimacy
Foiled by stuporous delinquency 
Where may be found zenith rapture
Raising...

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Where could you be tonight, Sinatra?
Love and Marriage
Love and Marriage
A chant I heard reverberate
As far away as the length of the waves 
I rode indisposed 
When I was bound
To a remote island
Named Buyukada

The permanent content...

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rapid blink rate
sensory
seamless hum rate
heartbeat
epitomises attributes
of our inner being
as dweller of our heart
to who we are tethered 
by stuporous awareness

attuning therein we are
in wholeness of being
ascended

our mind that is
as embodied
questions
who is the dweller
of our inner...

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Life of Lonny McBain

Being home by the fire will ease the strain
from being out in this cold miserable rain
the crackling sparks will shed some pain
making me feel I’m not yet insane. 

Boiling some water for...

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as pain within swells
to a heightened level
origin belied expectation
of null love reciprocation

such contortions tainted
delusions self anointed
do not stay with us long
as we sing the love song
reverberations of our soul
keeping us joyful & whole
birthing a throb...

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“Not only is the Universe stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think.”
- Werner Heisenberg

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Here, within this lucid dream, we call life
Stuporous is light of our awareness 
We wish to be joy...

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Clear truth’s known to spherical sight
Hidden behind veil of our mind
It is soul’s self-existent light
We see it not since we are blind
Being from the source misaligned 
By stuporous thoughts, we’re controlled
In narrow grooves, by dark...

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We have been up, down, sideways and phased
displaced by lonely nights aimed to raise
shunning suns of spun solitary pains.
Numerous strains of darkness dispensed from
fights ceaselessly warn my stuporous heart
that wrongs now death drag the good...

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A simple physical breath recitation
For we cannot yet call it meditation 

Gently inhaling we pause at the heart
Likewise pause at crown when breath departs
Breathing thus with pause of cessation
Thoughts may come & go as of...

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As of our own choosing
We descend into gross matter
Earth life maya illusions bemusing
Fuelled by our minds ceaseless chatter

We make complex the simple
By stagnation in ego indulgence 
Shifting our view to love spherical 
We may reclaim...

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Last night about you I had a dream
Punching the marketplace time clock
“Morning Ralph, Morning Sam” and so it seemed
At work we always laughed a lot
You came to me and lotioned your hands
With the candle I...

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As the breath of God vitalised inert matter,
dust thus animated, began to dance,
enabled by bliss magnetism,
suffusing feeble form.

One that became two, feeling separate from source,
looked in within, beholding head and heart,
conjoined and yet standing apart,
insentient...

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To sound the right musical note,
string of the guitar is made taut,
so likewise for our light to shine,
trials we face, make us self-taught.

Stuporous is mind, heart unkind,
insipid stance, clumsy our dance,
floundering about as though blind,
mindful...

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Bound to form, habituated to conditioned patterns of experiential thought and aspirational imagination interpreting sensory signals, yet recognising the inherent limitation of such stuporous indulgence, awareness gradually unshackles itself from these narrow fetters, embracing the...

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Dreams recollected, in state of waking
Our free will therein active, to discern
No memory of waking whilst dreaming

Our acts in waking state thus enabling
Life lessons we gradually so learn
Dreams recollected, in state of waking

Yoga affirms dream...

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Skeletons hang from family trees
Swinging in closets we don't see
Attention drawn to rattling bones
As memories dance and gremlins groan

Scratching an itch of dark pretend
Beckoning demons echo within
The thread of life, a toxic pin
To sew on...

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surrender and acceptance
requiring elation, not negation
presence rekindling our innocence 
life celebration our vibrant meditation 

in and within, the here and now present
recognising noumenon birthing phenomena
rotate polarity of mind-body becoming sentient 
shifting baton of awareness to...

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How still is our stillness 
Is it unexpectant in attentiveness
Or is there an undercurrent of craving
A feeling that something is lacking
Making our meditation weak
Owing to energy leak
A blockage
That does ravage
Pristinity of our attention 
Denying divine...

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Drawn to light for sensory delight
Feeling alive and enabled therein
The divine recognising that clouded is our sight
Plunges us in darkness prompting us to awaken

Sense of sight rested, other four then take over
With spiralling wild imagination...

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“what is this strange place, we find ourself in
we are trapped in the open, free within”

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Dreams within dreams, what is reality
We shift from one dream into another
Thought forms renew in continuity 
We are both conjurer...

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Before this practice, first a learning
Of the veils of maya, causing feeling limiting

Maya itself creating illusion of individuality
A separation from the source, blocking connectivity 

The first limitation of time, the second of space
Imprisoning us therein...

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In the ethereal domain 
Ascended masters we revere are seen
Thus soul’s ascension seems endless
Is the clear knowing from this that we glean

We are as yet in a primitive stage
Myriad fears and desires still bemuse
Awareness stuporous,...

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