Long Triad Poems
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With tears in his eyes
He stares at the cursor
Wanting to type
Fearing he will
The feelings overwhelming
Building in crescendo
The urge to kill
Not another person
But the demons inside
Not knowing the words
To allow to the surface
He watches in amazement
As they come flooding out
Each one brings peace
As it escapes through his fingers
But still, he suffers
As his cascade of words
Offend his very soul
These are not the words of poems
But a triad of word vomit
Staining the screen before him
Yet still he types
To take away the pain
Not wanting to stop
To let out his soul
To explain his thoughts
Why he's about to do
What he's not wanting to do
This is the lowest that he's ever been
The triad assumes deep significance,
the reality of each vibration,
subject, object and the means for parlance;
inward and outward breath plus cessation.
Creation, preservation, destruction,
threefold function of Holy Trinity.
Tantra Trika and Christianity,
The father, Son and the Holy Spirit,
affirming this truth as a certainty,
of love within each heart, we may ferret.
The Gunas three, waking, dreaming, deep sleep,
we see the threefold play, in and around,
enabling movement, alive in void deep,
objects orbiting centre to which bound,
being God Himself, in every heart found.
Go there, oh hermit, in void of silence,
where pure of heart, enter in innocence,
cognising instantly, life’s mysteries,
fulcrum of love, holding all in balance,
in and within, each entities entrée.
10-February-2021
‘3 poetry contest’
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Three celestial bodies 'tis a crowd.
A trinity, a tussle kerfuffle if you please!
The 'three body problem' in space
made Sir Isaac Newton's head ache.
He couldn't sleep at night.
For its easy to see how two bodies interact.
They're a couple
Adding the third one
makes a terrible three, a triad triumvirate.
No one can predict how they will interact
with each other.
Can three tango?
Can you ever really know what
the other one is doing while
you are watching the other one at the time?
It's sneaky what the un-watched
can do behind your back,
in the corner of your eye!
For when three converge,
each longing for an equal share,
on the stage, under the bright lights,
all sense of unity fades into a fractured affair
and a terrible selfish chaotic fight.
But nevertheless, despite all this,
a threesome can be kinky!
Within her heart
Within her heart she holds four chambers pushing and sucking
like tides in an ocean of ~ love kindness compassion and peace ~
~ Love ~ is my sunshine in the heat of the moment when darkness
unfolds for it turns into caring and sharing one small step at a time
~ Kindness ~ never evaporates it swishes and swashes and washes
sorrowed sadness into the crest of perspective lightening the load
~ Compassion ~ has endless supplies where madness envelops and
cradles insanity’s bedlam converts into lessons excavated from past
~ Peace ~ holds the keyring a true triad of love kindness compassion
the biggest chamber of togetherness union freedom and pleasure
My ~ sunshine ~ plays ~ moonlight ~ feeds on her ~ stars’ ~ milky ways
propels impermanent ~ comets ~ reminds me of what is and goes on
Sun grows radiance moon spoons soul-mates stars lighten our unique
~ Universe ~ with comets the ends to a meaningful time frame of life
Within her heart she holds four chambers namely a loving sun dancing
with the kindest moon compassionate stars and the comet of peace
Whose harmonious repose relies on handing the torch of composed
and serene non-aggression over from one shooting star to the next
Within her heart she holds all that and much more and
without her heart I am lost and not found
Heartfelt on 07th October 2016
Too long for the contest ‘Within Her Heart’ but her heart is so big….
Me In Three: Curious, Analytical, and Creative:
In a realm of thought, where notions glide,
The essence is three, cannot hide:
A curious spirit, a seeking flame,
An analytical mind, a puzzle to tame,
A creative soul, a vibrant hue,
These facets merge in all that’s pursued.
Curious
Wandering paths where questions bloom,
Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom.
A thirsty mind, with hunger deep,
Secrets of the world, to seek and reap.
From starlit skies to the ocean floor,
Asking the “why,” “what,” and “more.”
Each leaf a story, each cloud a sign,
In nature’s book, the world is mine
To query and explore each hidden track,
A quest for knowledge, no turning back.
With eyes wide open, embracing the new,
For curiosity paints the world its brightest hue.
Analytical
Then shifts the gaze, from the broad to the fine,
A tapestry woven with an intricate design.
The gears of thought begin to turn and spin,
Where logic reigns, and the study can begin.
Dissecting the details, weighing the “pros” and “cons,”
Unraveling complexity, from dusks to dawns.
Patterns emerge in the data seen,
A structured process sets the answers free.
The chaos lessens, the order takes hold,
A clear solution, a truth to unfold.
With reason’s light, mapping the terrain,
Where every piece has a purpose to gain.
Creative
But when the structure is clearly defined,
A different spark illuminates the mind.
The world of art, of story, and of song,
Where new ideas and inspiration belong.
With brush in hand, or with a pen in tow,
Watching as novel visions start to grow.
From abstract thoughts to tangible form,
Building and shaping, weathering the storm
Of the convention’s rules and the expected path,
Creating beauty from an aftermath
Of silence and the void, a unique new voice,
In the realm, making a choice.
The Synthesis
So see it now, in this interplay,
A triad of traits that shape the day.
The curious start, a question in the air,
The analytical mind, which puts the pieces together,
The creative spirit, which brings a new design,
These facets, intertwined and fine.
Each one supports the other in the flow,
A complete and evolving, dynamic glow.
Tantra the triad the trinity the three energies
The theme repeats with each void of infinity
We shift in within into the void of inner silence
Choosing any mantra in purity of innocence
The three mantras being ohm, hum & hrim
Trick being to recite just as lovers dream
Deep sound arising from our heart
Lingering to the last lest our lover departs
There are in the mantra sounds their continuation
As also two zones of poignant cessation
Before we utter the first syllable void of our intent
On fading of our voice at end surrendered consent
Thus love being the only real energy
Energising the mantras in synergy
Amplifies the sound vibrations as also the void
That Gods radiance within throbs overjoyed
For variety to those not inclined to voice a mantra
Any musical instrument may be employed as a yantra
As the chord of any note is strummed slowly fading
We become one with the Absolute by likewise vaporising
Three practices separated we seemingly combine
That that we may divine
That there are three layers of subtlety
Resonance of our presence choosing optimal frequency
For connectivity
02-September-2020
Employing absolute freedom innate,
as the subject, the object and the means
the triad of energies shapes our fate,
with the light of Self veiled behind five screens,
the densest being our organic form,
God’s vital life breath enlivening dust,
entwined with mind, conjuring a thought storm,
bliss body and childlike heart that does trust,
being then the hurdles we need to cross,
to exit this maze though we’re in a daze,
by choosing to weed away instincts gross
and in pastures of love, joyfully graze.
The aim of the game is to feel contrast ~
Before rainfall, the sky is overcast
Before rainfall, the sky is overcast,
dark and long seems the night, opaquing light,
but knowing that destiny’s die is cast,
our mission here is to garner clear sight,
to which end, that here and now we ascend,
we search for that which does not shift with time,
voice of conscience, to which our ear we lend,
inking the void with love’s beauteous chime
and no sooner we do this, the mists clear,
ego takes a backseat, heart is upbeat,
with soul’s presence sensing that God is near,
felt as soundless thunder of His bliss beat.
We are the blockage, constrained by thought chains ~
First things first, we choose to cleanse our soul’s stains
First things first, we choose to cleanse our soul’s stains,
enabled by melding head with the heart,
eye equal whether moon waxes or wanes,
total emptiness where all fears depart,
that thus having chosen to surrender,
we relinquish control of life to God,
each life breath being beheld in wonder,
gentling our touch by giving love a nod,
whereupon then doing nothing at all,
merging with the all, we become the flame,
mind’s delusion dispelled in the bliss squall,
reclaiming light of Self, our claim to fame.
We transcend turbid storms of fickle fate ~
Employing absolute freedom innate
it was the time to ascend and the elevator door closed with firm resolve
on his many needs and wishes that had pushed his buttons for so long
three wise men had spoken and a triad of Tarot cards had pointed the way
a pitchfork of ambiguous trinity had failed finding the needle in a haystack
horsemen of the apocalypse in his mind had traded their rocking donkeys
for a shiny Harley Davidson with punctured tyres and a hole in the tank
now he was stuck in the enclosure forced to listen to meaningless pan pipes
studied adverts of trade sharing Viagra and courses for meditation and yoga
determined to advance on his hierarchy of needs to the level of self esteem
but the display offered no fourth floor and he quickly went past his target
barred from quick levitation he went down again and attempted the staircase
only to find the door locked with a sign ‘sorry out of order for maintenance’
he bought climbing gear at a DIY store to scale the outside of his building site
carefully read the self-help manual and proceeded on his conquest for change
the windows had not been cleaned for an eternity and he could not look inside
but it was mirror glass cladding in any case and he got a bad case of acrophobia
by now he had received a parking ticket in an underground garage of anxiety
more points on his license reminded him that there was no fast track escape
when his scared gaze fell upon readjustment possibilities and alternative choices
he climbed an oak tree dangled his feet from a branch to look again at his roots
09th September 2020
A simple triangle, A World of Gods, A Fired Geometric Gem
Explore the power of consciousness, how a triangle& its sacred symbolism can help us think & act with clarity each day.
World can be massive. As humans we often find ourselves trapped in thoughts & emotions, entangled in the nature of our physical existence.
Some can cut through its matrix better than others as if they contain special ability to think & act with clarity. Looking at things from above where the whole makes sense. As a result, they link dots in a pattern of events quicker, always finding the right answer!
the #3 has always been considered as the most sacred number across the majority of religions & esoteric traditions:
For Example:
Christian faith: represents Trinity, Father (God), Son (J. Christ) Holy Spirit.
In Buddhist tradition: ‘The Triple Gem’, Buddha (enlightened one), Dharma (teachings), Sanha (disciples)
Taoism – the Great Triad – Heaven-Human-Earth
In “New Age” #3 is often associated with unity of Spirit, Mind & Body.
CIRCLE – unity, oneness, wholeness – source & origin of everything aka God.
TRIANGLE – dynamic force of creation, often referred as Fire of Consciousness.
SQUARE – stability of Matter in the manifested physical world.
Ready to take a flight? Fasten your belt we are going breathtakingly high
Guard Your Tongue,
For
Words Never Retreat
Written: by Tom Wright
10-22-2016
Our words become heat seeking missiles,
When impairing others is their intent.
Once launched they can’t be retracted,
By the tongue from which they’re sent;
It’s in our hearts these words are birthed,
Our tongue, their exclusive launching pad;
Once launched we often suffer remorse,
And our thoughts turn toward the triad.
So remember, that a done can’t be undone,
And from dormancy words emerge into play;
Words that devastate the heart of another,
God says we’ll answer for on judgment day.