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Time... is a transcendental sense of being
which exists in a perpetual passing that's relative
in a ceaseless motion that never moves
where tomorrows vanish and today becomes past
Time is an interval traveled across dimensions
of lineal value
of what is felt and what is unknown
like the timeless sensation of a kiss
measured in lengths of whispered breath
and heartbeats
Time is the gravity of yearning between lovers apart
as eyes meet from a distance
and moments become duration undivided
It is the scale used when seasons change into seasons
and movements are counted in days
into perpetuity
time is beyond our understanding
that we move within
using clock hands as reality
as we feel what can never be touched or measured
only imagined
except for the unbroken space
between birth and death
The weeping of souls and Heavenly joy abounds
Succumb to the raptures of that moisture upon a cheek
Transcendental souls speak their own language of tears
We are just their harbouring hosts as each other they seek
No longer tears of pain - but instead ‘Tears of Soulful Joy’
Into my open mouth trickle as they stream down my face
Happiness surpassing all bounds - exquisite is its taste
Priceless in their worth - no remorse will ever take its place
Awakened memories of when our souls did first connect
A Metaphysical Truth - A Bonding - Life’s Mystery
The feeling of De’ja’vu - halted in its stride - Time stood still
A beacon of blinding light that streaked from you to me
I would sense you anywhere – for you are my Soul Mate
Connected at Soul level to this physical state
I believe once you have truly connected so deeply
Love is sealed forever - now and through all eternity
The surging power emanating between us so searing and intense
Beyond analysing - beyond laws of gravity - beyond making sense
~'Soul Mates interwoven through space and time
Singing their divine union in verse sublime'~
Above couplet contributed with thanks - by ~Demetrios Trifiatis~
An extract poem from ‘Memories series’ - 'Unchained - Episode 8'
This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging
teasing tendency thirst trumped,
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology
tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity
together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
transsexual therapist
(Tony the tiger)
tough trailblazer theoretician
toady treacly Tory
(Tommy Two Tone),
thence thirdly Theodore
"Tornado" Tornetta)
themselves trained to tamp
twerking tremens triggers,
their tripartite treatment told
tattooing thorny transforming
took this then truant teenage turtle
through time traveling
to those truant tumultuous tragic,
toxic, tipsy twitchy, touchy, tetchy
typhoon terrible two times two
times two times two tantrum
throwing, thieving, threatening
taxing textured teen tinder times -
tossing, tilting, taking tankful tolled
throaty, thoroughly,
thickly telltale temblor
toured terrible tournament
testing taupe tumbling termagant (Thaddeus)
tangling (Tangoing) tiny Timothy,
the treacherous tarantula
tying tussling travail – tata!
CELEBRATION OF CREATIVITY
How MCC failed cricket
an art
so
relaxing
beginning
to pulse
exactly supine
&follow
patterns
with an
increase
in intensity
to
stimulate
the bespoke
to be
soothing
&
transcendental
high-sensory
deep-listening
vulnerable
transfixed
with eyes wide
shut
in
another dimension
staring
blissed out
passive
a
collective
mindfulness
a vision
challenged
experience
of
reflection
of
shifting colours
in blurry
shapes
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
She flew out of a lark's mouth,
she was high in a cloudless sky.
I had a telescope in my mind
and an old VHS video recorder
for my left eye,
my right eye
had already been blinded
by self-winding hummingbirds.
Her apparel was transparent,
her hair was transparent,
her elfin ears were feathered
and those feathers were transparent.
I thought this is going to be hard to capture,
the telescope has had a foggy lens for ages,
and nobody has a VHS recorder anymore.
The skylark started to cough,
falling far on broken wings.
Meanwhile,
the transcendental and translucent
swiftly descended,
as smoothly
a hard-working Mary Madeliene
on a Dollar Store smoke break.
I was slipping forward through a moment
that was entirely transparent.
She dived into my mouth so damn quickly.
Hidden behind my trembling epiglottis,
she began to sing of our love,
a song that got louder and louder
until it was almost (actually) unbearable.
Even so, my outdated recording equipment
had grown far too transparent
to show anyone or provide any tangible evidence
of her invisible existence.
Nevertheless,
I continue to birdwatch on the moon.
Our central vein is like a band of steel
As such, how may we speak of chakra points
Upon ego death we begin to heal
In a oneness field where God’s touch anoints
Embodying the light within we see
Boundaries drawn were merely thought constructs
Our pristine consciousness is always free
Known clearly when lower mind self-destructs
Manifestation is a wisp of smoke
Dancing as just do, puppets on a string
When fires of desire we cease to stoke
In the void of silence, we alone sing
Chakras was what we were talking about ~
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
Yet in life’s lucid dream of we but pause
Stuporous mind stilled and our heart devout
Clear light dawns as our identity thaws
In early days chakras were in focus
Representing realms we needed to cross
But ambling gently along love’s locus
Prayer on our lips, we discard the gross
In time nodes entwine, with God’s will align
That with map of our consciousness redrawn
We become the flame that carries His sign
As transcendental light that ushers dawn
On ceasing thinking we begin to feel ~
Our central vein is like a band of steel
What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
in return for a mere whiff of the soma nectar divine
that breath by breath dialogue with soul may resume
vibrant with magnetic rapture, as bliss throbs assign
Organic pheromones unique to this earth life sojourn
crafted as of my heart’s burning yearning to so merge
craves indulgence of His grace bestowing bliss burn
that I meld into the absolute rapturous in my soul surge
All nodes within mind-body, joyously so dance in rhythm
with the scent ineffable vivifying each dormant pathway
consciousness radiating peaked joy from it’s sensorium
rainbow in full view, banishing erst skylines cloudy grey
With the rod of initiation energised by divine power
I vaporise ego identity, resting all delusional knowing
rekindling living light of transcendental bliss shower
soul unified with spirit in the joy stream gently flowing
What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
on an as is where is basis, for that is all I here possess
in return for that nectar of Gods, I wish to so consume
that I be to become in permanence, one with oneness
24-September-2021
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Note: First line is a contest prompt, as specified
In the archaic anchorage
of the wayward mind,
isolated from the righteous roots
of transcendental inviolability
by the dislodging drive
of the deriding desires,
untamed instincts shroud
the entranced senses in disdain abyss.
Under the surface of sensual subterfuge
of corporeal discernment,
the tapered thoughts transitorily profile
on the ephemeral screen,
the shifting shape of intrinsic images
of sprouting awareness
within the unique quintessence of divinity.
The ill-conceived venture
of the errant mind
finds the gloomy dead end
in the introspection path,
that’s when I see the door
of the inner sanctum open,
where the lotus blooms
with the omnipresent aurora of God,
flood my possessed essence
for an evanescent moment
when the soul shines with astral brilliance
of thousand suns
within my deep spiritual space
with the timeless intrepid radiance
of sequined devotion.
The stimulant inner portals,
letting in the enlightenment vista
with the motivation sunshine
of impetuous actuality,
exudes the impulsive impression
of my awakened psyche,
enhances the defining strength
of the cathartic spirit,
I don’t want to lose.
As the immanent timorous emotions
unfurl in the space of spontaneity,
the soul contained latent so long
in the cauldron of vacuity,
finds freedom in heavenly inspiration,
as I try to assimilate in piety
what suffuses the consciousness layers
with the divine aura of bliss
in the realm of the absolute supreme.
“Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared”.
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In the garden of eternity, where the spirit blooms like a vine of mystery,
We tread, unknowingly, on steps of time hidden beneath olive branches.
As the lifeblood of our finished thoughts dwindles, our lives, clusters of dream,
Shrivel on forgotten soil, with the sun as a wandering monk through the abyss.
The soul, a translucent vine clinging to walls that breathe things immortal,
Which, detached, withers under the weight of an endlessly flickering silence.
This is more than verse, it's the raw bone of our celestial being,
The unraveled vine, the frozen spring, the magical death – a world that flickers and glimpses.
The life sap, precious blend of sky and earth, no longer flows,
We, the ever-joined branches, now lie apart, powerless in supplication.
A stem, a thread of hope, a tragedy weaved into a grain of sand –
In the embrace of fate, we perish together, lost in our own myth.
And thus, the spasms of the heart reflect like ripples on a lake at night,
Eternity – a specter that whispers in summer through the woods left without ward.
But the silence that settles is not the end; it's just the pause before the song,
It's the moment when the root retracts its essence, preparing a new enchantment.
Torn from the primordial vine, I wander in mystery, searching for signs in heaven and on earth,
A thousand visions mingle in the chalice of the night, a thousand desires burning fiercely.
For in the depth of reality, beyond the veil of doubt, there is an unseen magic,
Where we, branches and vine, find ourselves again in dance, in an endlessly silent symphony.
In our odyssey among the stars, in search of the eternal spring of legends,
The vine of the soul – though torn – dares to reconnect the suspended bonds.
And in this transcendental journey, between the ancient and the anticipated,
We breathe the intangible ether in which, mystically, we are eternally enchanted.
Nirvana, the enlightenment,
Nirvana, the understanding of the true nature of universe,
Nirvana, the release from the cycle of rebirth.
I am attached to earthly things,
I am attached to the bonds of relationships,
I experience negative emotions!
Take me to Nirvana, O The Omnipotent,
O The Fearless,
The saviour from all anxieties,
allow me to be in a transcendental state
in which I will not fear sorrow, or suffering,
or Death,
The way river meets the ocean,
The way gorgeous flowers droop and fall,
return to the earth,
an incense burns to spread aroma,
My desires, my wishes will evaporate….
I will finally be with my Lord.
Notes: Nirvana is (in Buddhism) a transcendent state in which there is neither suffering, desire, nor sense of self, and the subject is released from the effects of karma and the cycle of death and rebirth. It represents the final goal of Buddhism.
September 11, 2022
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