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2.21
“I see no differences or separation
Even the multitudes appear
as a single formless desert
To what should I cling?”
2.22
“I am not the body
I do not have a body
I am Awareness, not a person
My thirst for life bound me
to a seeming of life”
As we make our daily entrée
In our seeing what do we see
Searching for happiness we sweat & toil
Yet each fleeting joy, suffering does foil
Comes a time we tire of chasing the rainbow
Looking within we truly wish to know
The realisation then is simply this
Divine love alone renews unending bliss
Rejecting then as unreal all forms fleeting
We embrace dynamic stillness as the Divine pulse beating
The One dividing Itself into two as Self & self
Love multiplying exponentially pouring Itself into itself
Everything energy and energy vibration
Doing nothing we ascend by simply being in resonation
In renewal of unending continuation
(19-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 24-October-2021
When we, this feeble mind-body entity
Exit stagnation, reclaiming tranquil serenity
Slowly, the false drops away, we cease to sway
We are ensconced in blissful rapture, night and day
Our hollowed out form becomes pure and empty
Magnetised by thunderous bliss in continuity
We slowly recognise interconnectedness
Knowing by grace underlying oneness
Here, within this reflected universe
Divine aligned, we sing the love verse
Identity vaporised, fears and desires cease
Devoid of attachments, we flow like the breeze
In but not of this world, as a beacon of love and light
We see everything through nonjudgmental sight
In childlike trust accepting life flow as it is
Aglow within the throbbing bliss fizz
We seek neither material nor ethereal
There is nothing here, save the divine miracle
Each coordinate of the Ferris wheel has equal appeal
Only that that does not come and go, being real
We play out our earth role in as ordained
Unfettered, unbound, soul unstained
In the days of youth when hearts
were bold, on tender feet, we danced
with joy unbound.
Brimming with hopes and dreams,
we saw the world as a beautifully
exciting playground.
With our eyes, we captured the skies,
chased the sun, raced the winds and
enjoyed walks in the morning air.
Oh, and how we laughed chasing
butterflies and rainbows amidst fields
of green without a worry or a care.
There were days when we built sand
castles and played on the beach
while our fathers fished from Sunrise
to Sunset.
I remember how we argued about
whose father would catch the most
fish, and secretly, with our pocket-
money, we would place a bet.
We climbed fearlessly high up into the
Mango and Tamarind trees.
Daring each other to go higher and
higher, searching out bird nests and
sometimes getting stung by bees.
Each day was an adventure and a
new tale.
Our imagination drifted into
daydreams, fuelling our minds with
incredible thoughts that lingered long
after.
In our diaries, we noted special
moments in detail.
Oh, our days of youth were full
of joyful escapades, giggles, tears
and laughter.
As the years passed, we grew older,
but the treasured memories of
our carefree days of youth kept their
shine and glitter.
The days of youth were not always
sugar and spice, but the sweet
outnumbered the bitter.
The spark of our childhood past will
stay forever ablaze.
And the days of our youth will
always remain embedded in our
hearts, never to be erased.
by Zyrool
Dear Park Lake enchanted a quiet serenity,
In the middle lay a waltzing fountain, free.
We rushed ahead, our echoes scouring the air,
Sat awhile till the dazzling rain showered everywhere.
Hid our fortune—phones safe in pocket,
Heard the scowls, vague and unbound.
Was it fun, or a trap’s warning out loud?
I should have run; might end the haunt.
Reached the top, our feet began to slip,
Arms crossed, hearts passionate in race.
We giggled while spinning in tranquil delight,
Laughter howled, tears began to rise.
Oh my lord, what a day it was!
I smiled… but then a hidden misery crept,
Ambiguous, mesmerizing, obscure,
Fading, sparkling moments—a deceitful lie.
A fragile mask I wore with quiet grace,
The discovery of lust—an obscene trace,
A dissident scratch upon my soul’s flesh,
The only spark that kept him there.
Who coined this term?
Who decided to limit one’s spirit?
Who decided to deprecate those qualities that remain hidden?
Out of my league…
What is the measure?
Who created the scale?
Is it beauty????
There is an inner splendor that defies the term
Is it grace????
There is the graceful movement of the soul that
moves beyond the boundaries of description
Is it shapeliness???
The shapes and forms of the mind, the curves and lines
Are unclothed in words and unseen by eyes
Is it sexual dynamism???
The body may be painted by an artist, but it has no power to satisfy
desire unless it succumbs to the promptings of a sensual mind
Is it wisdom???
There is the wisdom verified by degrees and the wisdom of the world
which is broader and at times deeper than the few letters at the end of a name
Is it wealth???
The wealth of the world does not even begin to tip the scale
In comparison to the wealth of human character…integrity, loyalty, mercy, and love
What is it???
What is that illusive quality
That demands the stamp of
“Out of my league?”
I defy it
I renounce it
No one can label me…
Yet...I am in a league of my own
Beautiful
Sensual
Shaplely
Wise
Wealthy
Dynamic
A dynamism that a label cannot hold
A wealth that cannot be weighed
A wisdom that guides inner spheres of life
A shapeliness that flaunts the norm
A sensuality that inflames thought and movement
A beauty that shines in its own right
Yes! I am in a league of my own
If you are turned away
By outer appearances
By lack of wealth
And the trappings of prestige
You are missing the treasure
The sheer enigma
Of a mind that is deep, unbound, free
In this league that I live and breath in
This league of....ME!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Born free, we remain unbound, if we choose
Look now at mind body, without excuse
Endowed with senses five, mind and our heart
On an as is where is basis, thus start
Freedom and bliss, the purpose of our muse
We look around, at the world of transience
Feel helpless in fierce winds and turbulence
We would, if we could, be in centred calm
Ignorant to where lies, the healing balm
In despair silent, in void of silence
Having surrendered thoughts and senses five
Deep into cave of our heart, we do dive
Whereupon caressed by the joy current
Slowly awakens our love sentiment
All nodes within, to music of soul jive
Our loving heart spacial and toroidal
Centre of form, viewed geometrical
Three chakras are below and three above
The Star of David; our loving peace dove
Dwelling within, behold Gods miracle
Suffice to mention, heart centre births bliss
Rapture in renewal, divine caress
As we align therein with our conscience
Becoming love enabled in permanence
Nestled in tranquil calm, nothing amiss
Oh hermit! Know that love alone is real
Heart lotus blooms, allowing us to feel
Gods presence within, as we be so breathed
Negate now, oh hermit, ego borne greed
Blissful compassion has boundless appeal
25-February-2021
(syllabic rhyme)
Heart Harp Harmony poetry contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
MY FAMILY'S FIRST GENERATIONAL CURSE BREAKER
In a lineage burdened by shadows past,
There emerged a soul, destined to outlast.
The first generational curse breaker they became,
A beacon of hope, bearing a different name.
Through the tapestry of time, their path did unravel,
With courage and strength, they chose to travel.
Breaking the chains that held their kin,
They set forth on a journey, a battle to win.
Behold, my ancestors watch me break free,
Strainously detach from our family tree,
And a curse causing a generational trauma,
Setting off a life tragedy chains of drama.
In the face of adversity, I stood tall,
Lifting the weight that had befallen my call.
With love in my heart and a fire within,
I shattered the cycle, where it had once been.
With every step forward, the past erased,
A legacy of healing I surely embraced.
My spirit, a testament to resilience and might,
A candle of change, shining so bright.
In the embrace of my loving embrace,
A new chapter began like a fresh space.
A family transformed, a curse unbound,
In my footsteps, hope would definitely sound.
So here's to the one who dared to break free,
Who defied destiny with unwavering decree:
May your story inspire & ignite the flame,
For future generations to never be the same.
For they are the hero, the guiding light,
Embodiments of strength in the darkest night.³°
V I C K M ? N U E L P Ø E T R Y {VMP}
Copyright ©? 1st December 2023.
The tide moves slowly in and out,
A silken breath, a whispered doubt.
The moon, from white to tender pink,
Dips low to touch the ocean's brink.
Moist stretching sands, a quiet ache,
The earth and sky begin to wake.
Eyes that open wide, yet cannot see,
A death like this I've longed to see.
The silver night, its soft embrace,
Reflects no shadow, leaves no trace.
A life dissolved in endless streams,
A soul adrift in quiet dreams.
No cry of anguish, no despair,
Just moonlit tides that kiss the air.
To fade as stars dissolve in light,
A gentle passing into night.
Oh, let me go as waters flow,
Unbound, unseen, to realms unknown.
The moon turns pink, then pale, then white,
Its beauty waning with the night.
A death so soft, a love so true,
The tide moves on, as tides must do.
And I, a whisper, lost, set free—
A death like this I drempt, I see in sleep.
She's a whisper, a gentle breeze
a soft and sturdy canopy
that wordless watches over me
her tender touch is all I need
to release the beast, set him free
and calm this rage inside of me
when black is all my heart can be
she is the only one I need
The droplets slowly crying down,
dripping , hollow, beyond my frown
my morbid soul scratching around
the ancient soil and wanton ground,
crazed in search I've finally found
a glow, through my mind's battleground,
this light of love that shines profound,
radiates from your heart, unbound
02/14/2022
My dreams used to be colorful
I built an orphanage nightly
The inhabitants loved me
Cheered when I arrived
Cried when I left
My dreams had to do with humanitarianism
When I was young
I had an animal clinic and a home for wayward women
I had heard they were in trouble, but did not know what it meant
In spite of my ignorance, I decided to fix them.
In my dream state I built an entire village for one year
From 1960 to 1961; it started when I was eight
Every night I added another concept
Something to help humanity;
My empathy was unbound
These dreams stopped abruptly
Without warning
I never understood why
Now if I do dream, it is not in color
And I remember nothing
If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady
Unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul
In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires
The untamed instincts rush feral on sordid trail.
The unbridled mind turns into a predator animal
Breaks away from the shackles of virtuous sanity
Chases the prey on the track made by brutal craving
The basic instincts morph into entities base and virile.
Deflected from the course shown by the moral compass
Time plunges the being in the vortex of vicious storm
Breaking it down into discarded debris of wreckage
While the voice of God echoes in conscience unheard.
Life is the embodiment of the unique existence
The construct of divine elements almighty chooses
Manifest magnificently suffused with heavenly essence
Within the trinity of coalescing body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses
The mind builds all the dreams it desires to see
Allured by aspirations into the dark unawareness
It suffers wandering in the wilderness of barren life.
Under the convolute layers of the clouded mind
At the sinister inner depth resides the gloomy soul
Until awareness dawns with the light of eternal truth
Builds unbetrayed the holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the enlightened pathway of devout life
An inward journey to the sacred sanctum of spiritualism
Takes the soul to the ultimate destination of liberation
Where consciousness perceives the meaning of existence.
___________________
April 19, 2022
Contest : Soul Betrayal
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker