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YOGA
As old as time thou art.
A rock of ages.
Hidden, the wisdom of
The ancient art. But
Through thee unraveled.
A pathway to purity,
This mystique, with eyes
Closed, deep breaths
Mind on nothing, to
The beyond my soul
Levitates to harness.
And my burden darkened
Psyche, thy energy, like
The swift current of the
Sea sweeps away.
And the nether world
For tranquility I no more seek,
For my soul, by thee like
With hyssop had been
Purged.
In the utmost serene
Plane I lay.
Greatest of all mirth
And sublimity I find
When my eyes I close,
Deep breaths I take.
Transcended, my fragmented
Psyche, by cares of this dark
Terrestrial realm, integrates.
For on an apogee of purity
Of the beyond it anchors,
Where a verdant pasture
Of serenity it relishes.
A pearl, but meretricious by
Skeptics christened thou
Truly art.
(A REPOST)
I saw a gorge, a remote vision from distant, far far away from the surface, how sharp, how precipitous, how deep!
A singular, unsurpassed, cavernous cleft;
a crevice among two gigantic hills, how intense and steep!
The rocky walls of the mountains though withering,
canopying the remote sight from the brink of the rugged cliffs.
The highland though barren, is pampering the rivulet flowing,
emerald- azure, though erosive from shrink!
Its ages disposition, the geologic uplift and abrasion,
elevates the surface to fabricate its tapestry inch by inch!
The diverse, vivacious habitats in its bosom, in seclusion, are dozing,
in remote lowland, far from the tainted world in miff!
The robust gorge, all of a sudden, for its persistent profoundity,
a rare attribute in mortals, became my cause of envy!
Was pondering " where is that Gorge like once perceived devotion, allegiance from human inclination has gone? "
Nowhere the professed deluded ones, stands near its awe-inspiring abiding supremacy, the Gorge, the mighty!
Alas! The demons have taken away humanity's infallible dedication for substantiality and profoundity,
only to be as hollow as floating cotton balls, with no eye, no reverence for sublimity!
The Gorge is the apostle of Almighty's emblem of constant flow of unfathomed steadfast solemnity, beyond earthly folly!
Aeons ago, God's supreme contour, silhouette against the brilliant encompassing sky,
The persistent Gorge, determines to flow distant, diligently, from the lavish absurdity, from the sheer mortals idiocy!
Human devotion, so fragile, so freckle, so self-centric,
wish have an inch depth of the perpetual, perennial Gorge, the mighty!
Neither, any earthly disposition, can comprehend,
nor approach the grand Gorge, in reflections, so fickle, so tiny;
as insignificant as their fleshly existence,
in the face of the abiding Gorge,
the exalted composition of the Almighty!
As she walks down the subway,
Through the hustle and bustle of life,
She passes me by
Like a Johnny-head-in-the-air
Thinking of trivial matters
That occupy her day and night.
Hey you, my darling, I'm looking at you
Am I so insignificant
That you don't notice
I love you so?
As she walks in the meadow,
I see her in the wane moonlight
Smiling and dreaming
Of astral combinations,
Of capricious yearnings,
And romantic volitions.
Soon she approaches the silvery lake
Listens in sublimity
The faint ripples of the waves
As they kiss the lichen-lined shore.
As she walks through the lonely gate
I see her shiver with cold.
A north light breeze rattles the trees
Ruffles the dying leaves
That hang limp on maple trees.
I stand still, mesmerized by her beauty
Vow ever to be true
As I wait on the porch for her return.
As she walks up the winding path
She suddenly realizes I'm looking at her,
Smiling and hoping she'll finally be mine.
True to her feelings she strolls into my arms,
Embracing and hugging me,
Kissing and sighing and finally she's mine;
Definitely all mine.
Nestling in my realm, as you host a daydream,
Reveling in breeze of my splendor evergreen,
I welcome you to my domain of rhythmic trills
Where roam the blue jays, robins, and crossbills
Feeding on berries, frolicking with hatchlings,
Singing gaily, serenading benevolent sanctuary
Amid bears’ huff, growl, and foxes’ feral-howl
Sheltered amicably from dry heat and rainfall;
Where trees reduce pollution, boost air quality,
Emit oxygen you breathe, by photosynthesis,
Bear flowers, fruits, nurturing your well-being
Temper climate cheerily, swaying with winds,
Hold soil in place, reducing runoff to streams
Protecting elixir of life in rivers and tributaries;
While you find balance in sanctity and peace,
Enlightened by whispers rustling in harmony,
That warn of deforestation ruining ecosystem,
And callousness that torches wildlife and trees;
Yet, I rise from ashes sprouting earth’s tranquility
For I am the forest of goodwill and sublimity,
Adorning every season, standing for you firmly,
Hosting you as you rejoice in salutary daydream.
May 22, 2022
Poem of the day on May 24, 2022
Placed 1st: Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
The Devil's Pathway
A road of sweet temptation
And depraved debaucheries
A road of sinful excess and,
No foreseeable boundaries
Explicit acceptance is the rule
I've been warned
Never to tread upon the
Devil's Pathway
A pathway of
Self-destruction... the
intensity of sublimity
Pleasure. Just be
A puppet on God's
Holy puppet strings
But yet
I've been born a sinner
According to
Strict religious teachings
Rooting for heaven
Still my tainted black soul
Just wants to feel the
Heightened sensations
Of the Devil's Pathway.
So, out of curiosity I tread
Unto the Devil's Pathway
Tuning into salacious tales
Outlandish laughter and
Detecting sheer naughtiness
in high-pitched giggles
Causing my knees to
Weaken with
Blissful excitement.
If I should stumble and fall...
Fall knee down on the
Devil's Pathway
Crawling through the
Quagmire of drains and
Ditches
Wallowing
In lust, desire and greed...
Ergo my wretched soul
Feeling the blasted heat
Of a gamut of red hot emotions
Will truly come to know polarity.
For
Eventually
Fire consumes everything
On the Devil's Pathway.
Donning splendiferous landscapes stretching for miles,
A culture that aptly prides, in bold, welcoming smiles;
A thriving land of islands~ an archipelago evincing awe,
A resplendence of nature, an exclamation of hurrah.
Sandy beaches embrace realms of pristine coastline,
Harboring lush foliage, embodying sublimity divine,
Of marine life, corals, reveling warmth of idyllic clime,
Reminiscent of paradise, of placidity, stilled in time.
Fun loving, amiable, proud tradition extolling grace,
Quaint, yet modern, is the vibrant vibe of this place;
Of museums, antiques, art galleries, buzzing cafe,
Of hotels, casinos, of famed sunsets on Manila Bay.
Luzon, the Visayas, Mindanao~ gems of the blue sea,
Living in tranquility, projecting utter beauty and glee;
Islands of hospitality, homeland of a privileged few,
A magnificent portrait, upon sea-canvas nature drew.
Philippines~ an acclaimed, lauded, pearl of the Orient,
Rich in diverse culture, her allure citizens augment,
Pulsating rhythms of hearts and souls, worthy of praise;
A treasure preserved, revered since the ancient days.
We have travelled a milestone away,
centuries had spoken our defeat.
The Kings and Jurors defended their will,
marching down to procession of death.
Innovation empowers land in sublimity.
Protruding life into modesty.
Millions of minion's cruelty,
taking world into obsolete society.
Boundless by beliefs,races and hues.
generation must act,break down the rules.
Leading the phases of culmination,
abandon the stain of region's religion.
Act now, unravel the umbilical chain.
The sun rises today,leading on your way.
Light up the torch in a peak of a hill.
Unfasten the system buried in modern day.
LOOK TO THE PEARLY GATES
would i have taken more pride to my eyes,
in the sublimity of each stained-glass window?
i never saw the quintessential crown of thorns.
i don’t adore the mock up, but look to the pearly gate
where true jewels, radiant in purity shine.
it’s holy week and most people proudly boast
Christ on their shoulders, and tears do bend
toward the dusty ground for an iconic reverence
of a microscopic building, as seen from
the awesome sovereignty of God’s eye.
true ‘tis sad for mankind to lose a gem,
but more importantly to lose one’s soul.
‘tis not tied up in forest timber, nor hands of men.
only one tree held our Savior.
Behold! Look up! Not at the rafters of the Humpback’s feat,
but at the spawn of nails, the coffer of heaven’s inheritance.
a grand celebration where ashen knees drop in pretense
once a year, as a promise, to someone dear, on Easter.
open your eyes this time, to the wonder.
LOOK to the passionate fire
a spire falls, a church burns, people mourn
but heaven will ne’er burn, only hell
and why?
our Lord reclaimed us for His own if we believe,
believe not in falsetto, but in melody
with all our heart...with ALL our heart...ALL our Heart
incline, listen to the sweet merciful tone,
follow Him to His heavenly home
where you can sit forever at His feet
and stare in awe at the wonder of His majesty.
4/16/2019
In the parched life of desiccated emotions desolate
I didn’t know there was nestled the calm niche of bliss,
in the recess of my consciousness I couldn’t locate
where lay undiscovered the beautiful concealed oasis.
The dried tears of a hungry child begging on road,
the stilled eyes of a stupefied mother of a lost child,
the silent sigh of a sick destitute resigned to God….
all these unveiled dormant sensibility for me to find.
From depth of divine sublimity of my essence I collect
soulful of almighty’s liberating blessings in full measure,
from the heavenly horizon of the new dawn I reflect
mindful hues of godly awareness as my life’s treasure.
These I give to those from humane feelings’ reservoir,
whosoever needs under the fallen sky in times helpless,
devout breeze from awakened oasis whispers in my ear,
I strive to light in dismal hearts holy candle of kindness.
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January 20, 2022
Contest : Earth Life Purpose
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
Written: February 19, 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
as an entity in the dream, we conjured
we know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed
how then may we wake up when we are in trance
in bondage to illusions we ourselves streamed
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Through the scenery of my reflected mind,
Where phantasm and sentience intertwined.
I clumber caught in an inanimate dream,
Where nothing is genuinely what it may seem.
We are creators and thralls in this dreamscape,
We foster a weaving of sycophancy and serape.
Many fallacies entwine with each strand of truth,
As skeptics, we lack a grasp on what is smooth.
Perhaps it's time to question what we hold as real,
To probe the depths of our collective, waking feel.
Only when we confront the truth we made,
Can we begin to shatter the illusions we parade?
Reflections shimmer on the spectrum glass,
Where restrictions of existence gingerly pass.
Subtly blending jointly, the dreamer and dream,
Where illusions' constraints begin to stream.
Am I profoundly watching or am I the watcher?
Without a grounding, afloat as a space monster.
The self breaks down within a specific design,
Where exterior limits and inner sublimity shine.
Through the blackness and the splitting light,
Coming out of the shadowy shapes of our plight.
We probe the bedrock character of our state,
Also, stimulates every dubbed conceptual gate.
And so we rise, as a phoenix from flames,
With eyes ajar, and hearts no longer tamed.
We grasp a raw world, with a vision clear and bright,
And as the sojourn is sturdy, we'll walk into the light.