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THERE ARE MILLIONS
OF DOORS IN THE UNIVERSE
THAT LEAD TO DESIRED
AND UNDESIRED DESTINATIONS.
I OPENED A DOOR TO
A WORLD OF OPPOSITION.
A WORLD OF DARKNESS.
FILLED WITH HATRED ANIMOSITY
ANGER AND JEALOUSY.
I SAW NO REASON.
IN FACT I SAW NOTHING.
NOT EVEN MY OWN HAND
IN FRONT OF MY OWN FACE.
I BEGAN TO FEEL ISOLATED,
UNWANTED, REJECTED
UNFIT TO BE PRESENT,
AS IF I DID NOT BELONG.
IT'S NOT A SECRET.
ISOLATION DESTROYS
OUR PHYSICAL,
MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL
WELL BEING.
PHYSICAL, MENTAL
AND EMOTIONAL
COMMUNICATION IS
ESSENTIAL TO THE WELL BEING
OF THE HUMAN SPECIES OF MAN.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF
LORD JESUS HELP ME.
WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO.
I ASKED MYSELF HOW
COULD SUCH A WORLD EXIST.
I REALIZED I WAS STANDING
IN DARKNESS. SUCH EVILS
CAN NOT BE SEEN WITH OUT
BELIEVING IN SUCH BELIEFS.
WITHOUT COMMUNICATION
WITH OUR CREATOR
WE ARE NOTHING
MORE THAN LOST SOULS
WONDERING THE UNIVERSE
IN DARKNESS, ISOLATED
FROM UNDERSTANDING
THE GIFT OF COMMUNICATION.
THE WORDS INTERNAL LIGHT
FLOATED TO THE SURFACE
OF MY THOUGHTS. AT THIS
MOMENT I FELT AND I KNEW
I WAS NOT ALONE.
POSITIVE THINKING CREATES
POSITIVE THOUGHTS.
POSITIVE THOUGHTS CREATE
POSITIVE ENERGY.
POSITIVE ENERGY IS
POSITIVE COMMUNICATION
FROM WITHIN.
LIFE IS GREAT, FANTASTIC, INCREDIBLE
AND AT TIMES UNBELIEVABLE.
WHY WOULD ANYONE
OR ANYTHING WANT TO
LIVE WITHOUT INTERNAL LIGHT.
WITH THE LORD BY MY SIDE
AND INTERNAL LIGHT
TO LEAD THE WAY.
I TRAVELED THIS WORLD.
NAVIGATED THROUGH AND
AROUND THIS WORLD
POSSESSED CONSUMED AND
SURROUNDED WITH OPPOSING ENERGY.
MY OBSERVATIONS REVEALED
THE SELF INFLICTED WOUNDS
OF OPPRESSION AND THE ACCEPTANCE
OF WORTHLESSNESS
AND SELF DESTRUCTION.
PROGRAMMED INTO THEIRS MINDS
BY THOSE WHO OPPOSE
THE INTERNAL LIGHT
THAT LEADS TO HIGHER LEVELS
OF CONSCIOUSNESS
AND WELL BEING.
06052020
Our Soul's Wish
Are our souls entitled to put any wish ?
Or are bound te follow scheduled path ,
anywhere in Universe or in Earth.
Re incarnation or Metamorphosis !
Mind wishes eternal recognition
desiring earnest for immortal soul.
Not to be perished but to attain goal .
One birth not enough for satisfaction .
Brain stops functioning exhaling last breath.
Body supposed to be declared defunct,
Yet leaving Earthly hub, soul reluctant
to explore an unknown zone after death.
Souls earnestly wish again to visit
loved ones, friends, relatives , associates.
Natural urge sure to appreciate.
Souls pray journey on Earth to repeat.
12/18/22
Our Soul's Wish List
Contest by Unseeking Seeker
I was strolling through the cosmos today,
The universe was leading the way,
And it took me directly to your door,
And this is what it would say,
It told me I’ll never have a choice,
I will love you for ever more,
It told me I will love all of who you are,
That all of you I will adore,
It told me that my heart is now yours,
That you are now the one,
That you are from the whole universe,
The stars, the moon and the sun.
I was strolling with spirits through the galaxy today,
In the space that’s way up above,
And I was sent right back to the front of your door,
With a bucket full of crazy love.
Gangly longfellow thoreau and thru...
Well stocked with
wordsworth lx numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer.
While in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous
to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely resembling, yes
William Shakespeare
though burbling, gurgling,
requiring absolute zero noise to hear
kickstarting, reverently warbling
difficult, diligent, distinct yawping
nonetheless reckoned as dérailleur,
viz swiftly tailored
inchoate anatomical gear
hurriedly styled pièce de résistance
yours truly born with silver dictionary
in his mouth, I f¨ç°ˆ˜© swear
unusual biological phenomena
drew pediatricians far and near,
which (no surprise) determined
English major as academic career
matriculating upon immediately
exiting birth canal whip smart derriere
i.e. (ŧ§), spread like wildfire, where
media hounds blitzkrieg stunned to stare
not at me but bare
naked lady in no mood...ready to tear
away sophisticated audiovisual equipment
understandably on verge going nuclear
furious, (this told me later in life as here
say), she quickly (albeit groggy)
curtly demanded fair
remuneration, and milked
infant me as cash cow profiteer,
her eyes aglitter signaling,
shining, seeing... gold
let whoever sneer
earning money with initial gasp of air
freeing parents to live
within lap of luxury
world wide web sightseer,
yours truly received
royal carpet treatment everywhere
crisscrossing the globe
accoutered with most
expensive designer babywear
obliviously prattling, jabbering, gabbling...
invariably drawing throngs
across entire northern hemisphere
broadcast as podcast across atmosphere
all across the universe hoodwinking
convincing many of "FAKE" poetic story
concoction courtesy adept fictioneer.
He salutes the mountains Tehachapi to the west
San Gabriel and San Bernardino to the south
This is his rite of passage
His coming of age
How he’s yearned
For his spiritual journey
To become a man
Thirsting to prove his bravery
Alone he wanders the barren Mojave
Facing the elements
And challenges head on
Datura in hand for nights of visions
He'll forge his unique one-on-one bond
With the universe and its mysteries
Bam bam bam echoes of drumming
Till the spirits of his ancestors
The lingering chants of Navaho
Guide him to the oasis of manhood
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 22, 2018 for contest MID OCTOBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Darkness comes upon us in play,
some brief interlude midday,
where the sky turns blackened from the gray.
And in the yard's quick environmental fall,
hide away all creatures great and small
slipping into shaded crevices at the pall.
The sky so brilliant blue an hour ago
discolors hues to paint the sky in blacker indigo
while a hush falls to still and quiet life's quickened flow,
and on the trunk of the great and mighty oak
cries a squirrel calling to unseen hiding folk.
We wait, patient in the stillness of the pale
assured by technology the world does not fail;
it is but a momentary lull
when the moon passes bold and full
before the sun's earlier radiant glow
and an eclipse is is clearly understood.
The beauty though begins to mesmerize
drawing us in to all that in nature lies;
a universe beyond our human dreams
carries on without man to intervene
and God alone has complete control unseen.
Aurora borealis charismatic
Demystifying
Electrical phenomenon, geomagnetic
Heavenly impressive
Joyful Kudos
Light marvelous, nature
Overactive particles
Queen,restless storm triumph
Universe vivid
Wonderment Xanadu
Yay, zazzy
this form is dust yet moves as though it’s alive
propelled by God’s breath, divine spark in our heart
too subtle to find so it’s useless to strive
unless we’re still causing ego to depart
and melding head with heart, flame of love revive
prayer on our lips being the way to start
with resolve and patience finding soul’s essence
living light eternal, our pure quintessence
having known now who we are nothing is gained
since whether we know or not, we are the Self
but having garnered wisdom, soul is unchained
and no fears or desires remain on our shelf
our childlike heart again pristine and unstained
trusting God fully as life flows by itself
poised in peace at all times in heart’s play station
viewing life’s a dreamlike manifestation
as a dweller of the void, beyond space-time,
one with God in a singularity field
bereft of attributes, no peaks left to climb
infinite is the power we therein wield
yet free from desire, we’re engrossed in love’s chime
acting spontaneously, needing no shield
self-existent in the splendour of our light
with time dissolved peace replacing bliss delight
Self is consciousness labels cannot define
being that wherefrom the universe arose
yet in pulse dual too found when we align
head and heart with love, the fragrance of a rose
causing nodes in form with bliss beats to align
accomplished whilst we yet remain in repose
wherein all we need to do is vaporise
that thus in doing so, God we realise
deeper yet within, truth of Self we pursue
recognising consciousness that’s absolute
a bright darkness from which nothing can break through
beyond all realms and music of Krishna’s flute
tightly packed energy known to sages few
yet we are That for it is our very root
one without a second, nothing else exists
known when we abandon ego’s to-do lists
1.
Uninvited you come, oh Erato*, you muse of poetry, the
Majority of the times,
Knocking at my soul’s door at any given moment
Insisting on letting you in, your message to deliver
Disregarding at what state my soul is and if she could
With your request, comply
2.
Oh, Muse of poetry, when with my soul’s inspiration
You are flirting all the time
Whispering in her ears words of wisdom, coming
From your divine essence
My soul, mesmerized, tries the words of wisdom,
Lingering in her depths, again to remember**
3.
A difficult task it is; indeed, I admit,
For the language of heavens that my soul, once
Knew very well, now she has forgotten**
Because of her association with her mortal body
For that reason, oh divine muse,
Be patient with her and give her just
A little more time
4.
The time that my soul needs, divine muse, to learn
Or rather to remember
How to talk and to express herself in writing the way
You would like:
In accordance with the universe’s harmony and
Its eternal laws
5.
When this blessed hour comes, my soul able
Would be, poems to compose
But
Her writings, her creations, and her poetic epics,
The work of you would be, oh muse,
No credit would, my soul, claim
For
She knows very well that only an instrument she is,
Oh muse, into your godly embrace,
Just to be used according to your desire
Because only you, oh muse of poetry, know
How
The universe’s poetic language should be used
And how, in verse, it has to be
Delivered!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 SEPTEMBER 2014
* Erato, one of the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne (memory ).
She is the Muse of lyric poetry, love poetry, and marriage songs.
** Socrates, Greek philosopher 469-399, believed that the soul knows the truth but because of her association with the body, after her incarnation, she forgets therefore what we call learning is, in reality, a process of remembering as it is indicated also by the name of Erato’s mother, Mnemosyne, (memory).
A poet should always follow Erato’s instructions that come in the form of inspiration, in order to reach the desired result. This is because Erato’s knowledge is unadulterated for it is divine!
I hope whoever is reading these words,
May they read into your life in some way
Let us go and walk down by the river's edge
Clear our minds of the negative dredges.
First, reach deep, deeper down inside,
Analyze you it's negative vibes
So, turn this negative that is attached to you
Make them positive vibes, so see it through.
Believe in yourself and life today,
Be a kind person, but never walk away
Be this change needed in life
Go forth, rise, and place your mark.
Your mindset sets the stage, so start.
Stop, deep breath, exhale—no stress,
Let us go and walk down by the river's edge
Clear our minds and settle our dredge.
No pressure, closed eyes,
Deep breaths, 'Look Inside.'