Long Transcendent Poems
Long Transcendent Poems. Below are the most popular long Transcendent by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Transcendent poems by poem length and keyword.
Faithful relationships
with Earth and me,
of we within Earth's natural body
of work and play,
silence and voices,
hunger and thirsty choices,
Right Enlightenment connection
often reflected Transcendentally,
light of healthy humane nature
to co-arise within immanent
pulsing
sappy
sexual
sensory
predators co-gravitating
prey within
Eat and be eaten.
Digest historical resonance
and become reabsorbed communion
of immanently reconnecting lights,
Transcendent from Heaven's view,
Right relationship co-inviting Earth's enspirited Nature
becoming less transcendent predator
to re-emerge more incarnate co-arising prayers.
Here to divide and separate
Now to multiply and co-relate.
the Buddha levitated under figs´ cover and there was no serpentine mocking
the frog kissed caressed and wedded the Princess blessed by the Universe
…a time for us
us for all time …
eternity waiting
with butterfly wings
…infinity calling
transcendent …
desire unfolding
deep rooted love
…two paths merging
searching for essence …
stepping stones
fountains
…peaking crescendo
indigo crowns …
time standing still
impermanent
and yet when the past meets the future and the present unfolds its canopy
trees of life intertwine their branches and embrace destiny and compassion
24th August 2020
I claim a sit-spot
in a wildlife sanctuaried forest
just beyond my backyard,
And cycle there
while seeking a primary distinction
between sexual and sensual feelings
filters
frames,
Already peddling toward suggestions
my motivations for this direction
could be impure,
prurient,
certainly less than perfection,
But,
I am not right-brain deterred,
This forest is my familiar territory
where fools
and wise men
fear to tread
on resonant ecofeminists.
When seeking
imagining
experiencing
remembering sexual possibilities
and impossibilities,
attractions
and distractions
and unattractiveness
along my recycling way,
these remain ego-centered
self-serving
egotistic patriarchal,
left-brain economic-politically strategic,
monoculturing further dominance.
Sensuality
is more interdependent,
co-relational,
co-empathic
co-passioning
integral
intimate awareness
of external mind touch
with internal heart feelings,
heart-pumping uphill
and soul-relaxing downhill,
inhilling
and exhilling.
Waves of contrast
speak of comparative dipolar motivators
more longterm both/and satisfying sensuality,
Contradicted
against shorterm dualistic urgency
for my immediate sexual release,
my internal-only organic polyvagal climax
quickly moving from transcendent forest life
to demi-segregating death,
And then riding on in
and out
to reconnect with my ego/eco sit-spot
with embodied sensual narrative
of this one sacred/sexual life
living polypathically
lived rememory
reliving naked forest life
hopefully again
and recycling pleasure seating again.
Practice makes perfect,
so our great everyday pilgrimage teachers
messiahs
boddhisattvas,
ecofeminists one and all,
say
and do,
ride
and walk
and talk
with integrity's most resilient sexual/sensual/spiritual
reforesting win/win public/private wealth
reassur-dance
transcendent/intimate
global/local health potential.
I forgot who I was, almost lost myself
in a mirage of diffidence,
for a lingering stretch of time!
From the emotional age of twenty-one....
I switched to one role from another -
diverse roles, divergent responsibilities,
But where did the real me disappear?
Reading was my first enchanting love,
Creative writing followed soon…
emotional outpouring, passionately expressed
- from letters to pen-friends, to editors of newspapers,
from fantasy to fiction, and informative non-fiction,
but Poetry eluded me!
Many years had passed not knowing
who I was, who I dreamed to be!
Then...all of a sudden, as if my life
blossomed into a Tree of Hope, when you joined me
into the pursuit of a lyrical journey!
Aha! like a Spring, a life-giving source of water,
a fountain awakening from a deep slumber,
and throwing away all resistance, all hesitance,
all inhibitions, and embracing finesse and subtlety...
sprightly splashing with power at the coral rocks,
I wrote poems for you!
I am still writing!
Writing unwraps my soul…
But, would you love me,
As much as you do,
If I were not a Poet!
Seasons change…throughout the year…
From vibrant joyful colours of Spring, through deep and warm autumnal splendours of Fall, to white silvery jewelled trees in winter..I keep writing poems! You are always with me…by reading all my poems, you infuse inspiration into my mind, My heart beams and beats softly inhaling the tenderness of your love!
Would you love me…if some day,
I stop writing?! my imagination doesn’t create
the magical lines any more... images are blurred,
creative words abandon me...would you?
There is no doubt in my mind …you will.
Poetry will remain in both our hearts,
as our own-orchestrated, unfettered song…
like a transcendent melody spreading the
fragrance of an amazing life savoured together!
VI
Transcendent in that unparalleled
Attire!
I confess I cannot help but admire,
And always did,
What all other men should find very
Much
Irresistible in her;
It is as if,
With the merest uplifting of that
Proud and arrogant chin,
The outstretched hand, it's slightest
Touch,
She effortlessly could defer
The uncertain fate of whole nations.
Suddenly, at the corners of the
Mouth, that insidious little grin...
And I am left wondering, again, what
Now for these new deliberations?
we are hypnotised
by the environment
and once we know this
it is the first recognition
nothing is as it seems
all that comes and goes unreal
yet here we are to learn by touch
this is the second recognition
limited are senses and mind
and what’s limited cannot be us
in stillness the world disappears
this is the third recognition
waves of bliss cascade within
making the transcendent immanent
attention fixated thus, we live internally
this is the fourth recognition
in timeless time, identity drops away
ego dies, we become the twice born
we behold our true Self as living light
this is the fifth recognition
17-May-2023
Disarrayed sands
dislodged from domain
timeless,
slipped by chaotic instants,
settle ceaselessly
bemused
on stratified shelf
of languid life
disorganized
in moments moving,
dismantled
with dispersed dust
of petrified perturbation,
truth of trust
suffused with sanguinity,
resting on ruffled ripples
of disordered discontent
oscillates…
In bewildered efflux
of delinquent dismay
exhilaration transmutes
tousled,
mystifying alchemy
of metamorphosis
reveals real pretense
of traumatic transmutation
tormenting…
Disorderly squall
swirls sweeping depression
through the void
of despondent whirlpool,
the mangled mind
drowns
in distraught nothingness
disheveled,
splinters the leitmotif
of ethereal emotions
embedded,
confounded cascade
of consternation
carries them away,
nonchalant…
Sandcastles
on shriveled shore
of yearning
tumbles down
in confused clutter
of disorientated debris,
in divesting mayhem
psyche rises
revived,
shape-shifted
in lattice of time,
discovers in an instant
enthralled,
the covert flute
of sensuous symphony
play the music
of ecstatic self
entranced,
convivial concerto
reverberates
the last refrain
of melodic memory,
euphoric epithet
of transcendent essence,
eternal…
Path of emptiness,
creates space within our heart,
soon suffused by bliss.
What does this entail,
we may ask curiously,
fearing the unknown.
We’re told we are soul
and not this organic form
but how may we know?
All we need to do,
is to distance our presence,
from fear and desire.
We, as the witness
are the eternal subject;
all else are objects.
Objects disappear
from our field of awareness,
on thought cessation.
Dwelling in the void,
our aliveness yet hums on;
as light eternal.
We are transcendent
and yet in form immanent.
The truth is simple.
We are the light, our heart seeks.
Too much enlightenment
with not enough empowerment
depresses me to feel isolated
and surrounded by self-impressed fools,
like me
or against me.
Too much empowerment
with not enough enightenment
anticipates
and advocates
and avidly endorses
narcissistic egocentrism
for my individual self
and
manically unrealistic
anthrosupremacist
Other Otherers
Super Patriarchal-Capitalist powers
against Earth's
and polycultural EarthTribe's resilient
self-organizing
health and wealth care
Long-term
indigenous wisdom potential
for healthiest RightHemisphere
felt co-empathically empowered
and wealthiest LeftHemisphere
verbally enlightened
For great grand future regenerators
of all secular ergodic
sacred synergetic
cooperatively greased relationships
Reducing trauma for squeaky,
curious
compassionate future
multiculturing secular
LeftYang diversity
inter-religious sacred
RightYintegrity
pre/re balancing generations
Of transcendent
co-invested
wealthy and wise storytellers,
co-empathically enlightened;
and cooperatively healthy
ecofeminist
history makers,
impressively co-empowered.
Two hearts glare at each other
Clutching their stone tablets
Written by the finger of their rightness,
Guarding the secret handshake
In single sighted delinquent tantrums
Refusing to share the offertory
Of a loving cup -
Consumed by daggers of thoughtless words
Carved deeply in a scarred heart.
Floral offerings wilt
Upon stone manifestos
Where ashes of incense lay impotent
To clear the air
And wipe clean the embedded words.
Passion falls in pixels of distortion
Blurring valleys where sacred poles burn –
Lie in dust written in the past –
Paralyzed
Unable to rise from handwritten crypts
Placed in captive marble altars,
Epithets like an epitaph for love.
Immoveable stone resists the transcendent
Until forgiveness’ chisel
Re-writes the script of etched words
Crumbling in swaddled tears of humility
That know their need for grace
Consummated in love’s perfect signature.