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Pure awareness
Unattached to form
Just IS
As it IS
Complete
But since the awareness wishes
Choicelessly wishes
To engage in movement
It does
Creating matter
And energising it
With a part of itself
Without reducing itself
Or being affected by matter
Though in it, with it
And so
Matter ...
Or consciousness
Thus energised
By awareness
Yawns
Stirs
Stretches
Awakens
And becomes itself ...
Awareness
There then being no difference
No separateness
Between the awareness
That brought this awareness
Into being
And ITSELF
The human form
Of consciousness
Is the latent awareness
Having already yawned
Already stirred
And now awakening
Within form
To become awareness
Pure awareness
Without form
The body
An instrument magnificent
Enigmatically magnificent
Within which
Consciousness detects
Grid lines that connect ...
The entire body itself ...
Completely
Each grid line
Having nodes
These nodes are then occupied
Energised
By awareness
Making them conscious
Just as awareness
Once made consciousness awareness
And so
Each node is now consciousness
Enabling awareness
To be joyous in movement
Of the node consciousness
Born
Energised
And awakening
Within it
Later to be distinct though unified
To itself become awareness
As is ALL
These grid lines
All interconnected
Across the body
Of which the spine to head chakras ...
Are but one
A prominent one but nevertheless ...
One of several grids
Each continuum of the grid
Whether at the node or without
Being alive & aware
So as such
Everything being awareness
In entirety
Yet ...
The magnification of awareness
At the nodes
Which are consciousnesses
Dormant and now created, born
Or say energised
Awaken
And thereby enable
The totality of consciousness
Within form awakening
And experiencing awakening
In conjunction within
Nodes awakening
In unison
As a symphony
Of the formless movement
Of awareness itself
Are connected at all continuums
Of the entirety of awareness
Boundlessly
Within form
Without form
As the one awareness
That IS
Disclaimer:
No elaboration offered
For the revelation in stillness
Which each consciousness
Awakening
To & as awareness
In timeless time
Receives and becomes
As One in Oneness
Pure Awareness
23-October-2020
Flashback from 30-November-2018
We have mentally drained our emotions into the world around us
Causing our own commotions then get mad with what surrounds us.
We lack to feel for those that we see have less.
We slack and oppose for what we think is best.
We tend to take from a pot that is not rightfully ours.
We tread lightly with the truth, but listen to lies for hours.
We get bombarded with the ways of the world, yet we aren’t teaching boys how to treat girls.
We are leading the youth to the worst of ways; we take no responsibility for the paths we’ve paved.
We raise hell when our child is wrong, as we defend them.
We teach them that laws are in place, but there are ways to bend them.
We want our voices to be heard, but what we say is empty.
We are portraying a message that is disturbed--
we are killing ourselves, to put it simply.
We have too little knowledge and exceeding pride.
We feel so comfortable on this roller coaster ride.
We watch the turmoil that is of this world, constantly run its loop.
We don’t take enough time for ourselves to just sit--
and regroup.
We have troubles and pains and we are losing our loved ones.
We don’t see what we can gain if we would just become one.
We have fought off those that have offended us, but we haven’t confronted the evil thoughts that run deep within us.
We have come to some reality that we are just humans.
We don’t see the totality of what all the ‘just’ is ruining.
We cannot become one when we are constantly separating ourselves.
We cannot become whole when we ignore our inner self.
We keep following the trends of things that hold no value.
We sleep cowardly to no end and buy all the dreams that they are selling.
We don’t look in the mirror to see who we really are.
We look at some reflection as if we are too far--
to reach, to teach, to redirect or speak.
We have lost sight of what it is to love.
We don’t feel the connection, so it’s easier to run.
We get off-track; thinking we don’t need anyone.
We have blocked out what it is to have compassion, we take routes for our own personal satisfaction.
We keep thinking this way, we will never be united, but together we will fall.
We just need to become one and together we could have it all.
The ways of the world, seem so wicked
Overbearing thoughts--
self-inflicted.
2/1/2016
I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth while racing on cloud-Morgan above…!
Lovely you are! I said to her, Love's living conqueror!
Aren't you, yet, noisy nomad, gypsy, or mere wanderer?
I am vagrant sure, she said, and a tireless traveler,
I have jailed you, yet, in my sachet, like a prisoner…!
It was when I moved much away from the maddening crowd,
And when pondered over her bewildering words aloud;
Enlightenment dawned in me like the wisdom of Buddha,
Many great truths got revealed slowly like Brahma Chakra...!
True as very truth is my brief existence in the breath,
Who on this earth exists, devoid of her, from birth to death?
She murmurs, whispers, commands, demands, like Divine Spirit,
She creates! Destroys! Takes to zeniths! Grants highest merit…!
Soft, serene like nectar secreting in a rose flower,
She sleeps in; grows glows like a flower on a green bower;
Consciously conscious! Unconsciously unconscious! Solace!
Plows through the interiors, like Yacht through water, flawless…!
Shifting my state of mind, working like a leaven within,
Sleep, wake - like my mother - in feasting and fasting she's in;
She is the beginning! End! Center! Whole! Totality!
She is the starting and ends of the whole humanity…!
What an engulfing like a fiery inferno and smoke,
What an empowering and overpowering soul-stroke!
What a change, like unique bloom! Great is the life-giving breath!
What Calm! Peace! Tranquility! Bliss! Awesomely saving meth…!
With her, no stress! No strain! No phobia! No mania!
Her free-blow within free from frightening insomnia;
Abandoned to her eternally evolving Spirit,
Body and soul reach zenith beyond the mundane limit…!
Growing high, I gladly come to the realization,
That I'm part of the classic universal cognition;
Wherein my inner unity freely fondly extends,
And to the external eternal harmony, it tends...!
Knowingly? Unknowingly? Willingly? Unwillingly?
Breath has adopted me - calmly, cutely, and cautiously!
Has made me a flute, lute, melodious rhythmic consort,
I play on! I am played on! Till I reach restful retreat…!!!
16 September 2021
The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion
« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*
for Vicente Puchol
(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in Bousono’s Antologia poética, 1976, and on the « mysterious Centre » on which the poem is a cogitation. T. Wignesan)
Yes, we know it : would you like to find the secret precinct,
the invulnerable enclosed sanctum,
to enter through any hole into the incredible spectacle,
to penetrate the labyrinth and find the powerful Centre.
As if a thief could rob the totality of light
to find, as I say, the powerful Centre, the absolute Centre,
the immobile Centre of the tempest which moves by itself,
a Centre where nothing is found to budge,
where everything is absorbed into itself, like love, containing
itself in itself,
not on its periphery, but fully wrapped in its contents,
overflowing like the apparition of a card in the suit of Spanish cards,
like an enormous cup of manifestation which augments,
like a wave which continues to mount higher and higher and beyond
its highest limits,
farther yet than possibility’s horizons ;
and keeps growing afterwards, going on for days, and the spectacle of its extermination – the hideous knowledge and the joy of recognising its loss ;
and which continues growing for an immemorial duration in the
direction of its own centre : terrible,
like a persistent cascade pouring down its interior, a flooding within
the experience of feeling well in one’s being,
an existential waterfall without end which retracts - having stopped
flowing – inwards into its own Centre.
Ai ! The crucial question is therefore to enter the labyrinth,
The big question comes down to making the move.
Be warned that it is only an act of penetration,
a simple act of transfer ; it would suffice to make a gesture with an
idea that brings joy,
perchance it might suffice just to find water in the barn
or a path in the woods, or in the woods
to fall upon an exit
through the hole (where we came in), to proffer with the key to the
enigma
the solution of the charade,
and discover the other side of the abysm, the reversal of the plot,
before the roof deteriorates
under probing fingers…
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Japan's consequences were a little more apparent, and devastating. Japan's once great city of Hiroshima, lay in ruin, a barren wasteland, with its entire population, sixty thousand individuals, perished instantly in one bright and intense flash. The first casualties of nuclear power in the "Atomic Age." Another forty thousand individuals, living further from the blast crater, barely escaping annihiliation; only to suffer an unpredictable, yet inevitable death sentence. Forced to suffer seconds, days, months, even years before the radiation coursing through their bodies killed them as well. Their dying days spent replaying their observation of the events of that day and the image of everyone they ever knew being instantly vaporized into dust.
The victims of America's cruel and vicious attack were not war hardened soldiers, having already accepted the possible fate of fighting a war with a country as brutal as the United States. Sadly, most of the victims were innocent civilians; mothers, fathers, siblings, and children, ranging in age from vibrant newborns to the weakened old. All unaware of their impending doom. No different were these civilians than the American soldiers families enjoying the comfort and safety of their American homes. The only thing these people were guilty of, being born and continuing to live in a nation that opposed the Great American Empire. The guilty parties in this matter, were the American leaders ordering the airstrike and the twelve men who carried it out. Both, displaying a complete disregard for human life, or a shred of decency. The totality of the death, devastation, and destruction, the three D's of a Nuclear attack, was absolutely horrific, sickening even.
With their actions, these men provided the perfect definition for the word, Atrocity. Made even worse by the fact, that two days later, they did it again, this time to the Japanese city of Nagasaki. Answering for the death of 2,403, by killing roughly 250,000 innocent Japanese civilians, is not appropriate retaliation. In truth, it was then, and still is today, the worst example of a nation's atrocity in human existence, absolute evil. How anyone is still proud of being American after the year 1945, defies understanding. The only question remaining, is "How proud are you?"
Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall
Their horticulture, growing docile strains
Indulge the twisted whims our lords conceive
The whores to culture, placid in their chains
Reclining prostrate, ready to believe
Our nation’s spirit sinking to expire
Omniscient demigods behind the screen
Transmuting our light to synthetic ire
Red, white, and blue bows to red, blue and green
Unconscious fulcrum, force you can’t deny
Black keys in gray hands of the puppet priest
Subliminal, no chance to wonder why
Clandestine reins pulled taut, they lead the beast
Imbue the symbol with gilt qualities
Admire how they conspire, our life rewired
Such dazzling tricks to blind the polity
In breaded, cheap amusements, we are mired
Our brave new virtual reality
With hidden craft, untruth is overlayed
Eclipsed sun darkens to totality
Beneath benighted noon we walk as day
Predicted, instinct’s base reaction known
To tidal waves of violence and sex
Minds titillated by distraction’s bone
From our Media-Government Complex
Our internecine hatreds stoked, inflamed
Creating and enhancing the divide
True culprits are protected, victims blamed
Incessant war, the great rift yawning wide
Unseemly freedoms have been made taboo
Renouncing power, most don’t even grieve
Relieved to give up guns and money too
Behind red tape and laws lurk skulking thieves
Resounding echoes, our once great New World
Through wavelengths, diodes, context redefined
Cold software guiding social plots unfurled
Far colder people fine-tune the hive mind
Inheritors of might presume the role
Unburdened by the ballast of remorse
Their dark ascent to power and control
Soul-searing wind as you climb to the source
Some zealots hold that this is Satan’s world
Each object of desire imbued with blight
Much clearer when the plan becomes unfurled
So glaring it becomes they have the right
This morbid monolith, our freedom’s bane
Temptation steals your breath, you’d best beware
Choose reason in a world that’s gone insane
Reclaim your only soul and say a prayer
© Thomas W. Quigley
7/17/16
Mostly Iambic Pentameter
Your time has come
The banshees are rapidly approaching
Can you hear their screams in your mind?
Does the constant rattling and endless wailing
Wake you up at night in a cold sweat?
Does your bedroom feel a tinge of coldness
That causes you to tremble
Knowing that your time has run out
For you have been abandoned
By everyone you have ever loved
Because of the many betrayals
You bestowed on them without a bit of guilt
No one remains
To cloak your sins for you
You must pay in full
And I am here to collect
Your wicked soul
Look over your shoulder
Do you see the decomposing souls
That you have left behind
Of the gentle feminine creatures
That you have used and forgotten?
Do you hear the cries
Of all of the women
Whose hearts you have butchered
With your web of deception and lies?
Do you feel their loneliness?
Do you feel the emptiness they feel?
For you have stolen a piece of them
That they can never retrieve from you
That has left them an empty shell
With an inner void
That cannot be healed
The ones that you so carelessly discarded
Are thirsty for your blood
They want to feed off you
So these zombies that remain
Under your spell
In their humble state of muliebrity
Can awaken from the trance
Your venomous manipulation
Has sentenced them to
For then they will now be cognizant
Of how little esteem you hold for
The feminine species
Their bandages will start to unravel
Off the mummified remains of your victims
It will be as if they were reborn again
They will become alive again
Feeling a sense of emotive totality
That will free them of their enslavement to you
For years you have strategized
And plotted your many conquests
Leaving a trail of causalities a mile long
But, now your castoffs have become united
They are hunting you
For you are now the prey
Listen closely
Can you hear their footsteps
Growing nearer by the minute?
Though you may do your best
To absquatulate from your fate
Your attempt will be in vain
For the wrath of an abandoned woman
Gives her ferocious power that
Is stronger than any army
Is more powerful than any weapon
Is sharper than the teeth of the fiercest animal
It is immortal
It is eternal
And it will always find you
When you least expect it
Who Am I To You?
Am I just a stranger?
An online lover or a nobody
That once who passes by
In a lifetime of your stream ?
Maybe a poet?
A woman only good in sweet words.
Easily fooled by his own feelings,
And by the world that often says
I am just another plaything?
A con artist? A pervert? A toy? Or
Perhaps, one of your movie character
That portrays your imagination
In a stage play of fantasy and dreams?
I am not perfect.
This is reality.
I am not a role model.
I have lapses and flaws.
I am not the woman of your past.
I can't look like her or be like that.
I am not whole, I am also broken
And still have issues of my own .
But the truth is, all of us
Needs to be loved and trying to love
In one way or another, our denials
That we keep telling ourselves
Will be defined by time and memories,
If we're truly happy of being alone.
If not, then tell me
Who am I to you?
Please tell me what we have
Is true, before I go...
©® Ven-lyn A Valdez
Who You Are To Me?
I find myself in thy manger
You are a modern Peabody
Whose pen aids to dye
My board with awesome dream
You are more than a poet!
The one out of all beautiful birds
That freely flies around the earth's ceiling
Unlike the caged birds with less ways
Timely been abating
The twist, the challenge, the fruit outpour
Enough pieces crushing like a constrictor
Holding unto a great aspiration
Flowing through grace so agleam
I am not only for prospect
This may be false in its seeming triviality
I am not a mollycoddle
Yet have respect for tight clause
You become of me, an enthusiast
With keen interest not eyeing to scat
Even when all of it is token
Bountiful harvest are from vial seeds, sown
Nevertheless, in my fuss
I will always be the real dove
And not act up for trials
Abandoned on shelves
The much ado about plight in diaries
Crying for reading to be well known
Life is short, let it be
Less to the review
More to life shouldn't really be halve
Totality is key to overlook every foe
You are who you are
Keep doing what you know best
Someday, you will be the shining star
Silent helpers locate what resisters detest
Shine on.........
©® Wems Henry Temmy
my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
OKC 8/12
get in the mood at Youtube:
The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
The soldiers winter is the Winter Soldier.
Reality shows the totality of evils depravity. Some see it as a formality when evil begins rioting. It is a catastrophe when the pirating of evil destroys tranquility. To ignore evil summer is a tragedy. Heretofore it is time for those who possess Truths gallantry to stand in solidarity against evils brutality. Explaining Truths tapestry is not a chore. Learning to explore the gravity of Truths morality is the canopy for the heart's capacity to overcome the duality of Good and Evil, to destroy all apathy. I implore understand blasphemy at its core. Hate create carnality with angers lore. Hate is stifling and leads to Agony within the heart of vanity. Hate begins silencing Loves exposure. Stop the ignorance of Hate by resting upon the shoulder of Yeshua's enlightening closure. Yeshua is the Heavenly Father's Humidor. Gallantly overcoming Calvary to restore the opening for salvation to soar in forgiveness and spirituality. Yeshua's Loving veracity is evils fatality. The family is the purpose for the creation of every Galaxy. Evil loves Calamity. Evil wants you to believe that Love is a fantasy. Please don't be hates casualty. The strategy of Yeshua's majesty is more than inspiring, knowing Yeshua will soon stand upon the shore with a Roar and evil will know what is truly frightening. Those who understand Yeshua's composure will place the Truth of Love in their holster. Tactfully that Love begins deepening in the hearts of those who deplored Truths sanity. Evils heart will smolder as Truth starts brightening the door, then hate will feel loves foreclosure. Are you inquiring about Truths boulder? Truths faculty are those who loves Truths acquiring. Younger, older it does not matter if you have Truths controller. Wrathfully evil will fight against the one who is solar. The Lion of Zion with Truth created the Winter Soldier to explain evils score with agility, hoping to pour out the Truth to protect everyone from the coming calamity. Hate is a splinter. Thankfully we are made bolder because Yeshua is Truths Center. With that Truth evil has felt every ounce of the soldiers winter, it does not matter if you are rich or poor, Yeshua has already won the war.