Long Vibration Poems
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"Be still…
and know God!"
Present in every
atom, manifestation of being:
The chatter of the day --
our desires, fretting,
unsettling nature of seemingly
sometimes fathomless night –
can turn us, unwittingly from
ever alert angels~ vigilance
of inner eyes
who see all, inner
ears, ever listening
to a song of love, a tacit
sense of divine vibration~
an ever present, eternal touch
realized as awesome supernal
intimacy –
God is
juice of every heartbeat,
every fluttering leaf motioned
by his spiritual breath –
every cloud,
every beam of sunlight, glitter for a sail
of constantly changing, evolving shape and color
leading us to lofty awareness,
for conscious
relationship with the omnipotent love who made us,
and eternally guards while journeying with us….
We are never alone
division from one another
from beautiful Core Source, a lie
an illusion in the theater of Time and space
to eventually be dissolved….
Natural fan
it's the wind,
in a breeze of healthy freshness...
active sunbeam
the soul of the cockerel
bucolic alarm clock
that captive humanity...
counselor of love,
is the vestal moon that
decked in glow,
it's a nuptial foreshadowing...
colossal water park,
is the sea in midsummer,
causing joy
and a lot of emotion... pure
abysmal ecstasy...
sensory paradise
is to contemplate the royal blue day
or the night sky harvested with stars...
Total vibration, it's nature
that when it colors and we
enchants with its beauty... !
The air is dancing beneath the ground depositing a strange sensation in my bones. The fire flies are flying from tree to tree mapping out a path for my final destiny. I have been waiting here for days with my soul in my hands and courage stronger than a hundred thousand men. The dust is rising and the fire is burning. Vibration wrestles the trees into the ground and rocks and debris are spinning around. The oceans break through the iron gate and crashed into the wall, sweeping away the town that leans against prison wall. From a distance the smell of charred hair circulate the atmosphere and strange sounds rises out of the ground. Heads rises above the choppy waves, swept through cities and town, wearing a long frock and a solemn gown. There is no movement and everything is still but you could hear them shouting from top of the hill. There is no sign of life around and flies swarms around dead horses lying flat on the ground and a braying donkey running through the street greeting everyone it meets with a message that is complete. They have been trapped for many days hiding behind dug out wall and looking desperately for a place to escape and so destiny emerges into the open space with a frown and a frantic sound sweeping through cities and towns and breaking the clouds with a pivotal turn. They landed on the ground and crawled around with gigantic wings and bullets stuffed guts spitting fire out of their man-made beaks sending showers all over the street but courage kept me in tack and created an interlock, it swept me off the ground and evacuate everyone out of the ruined town.
How may we awake
being the object dreamed by the dreamer
tied to the ego stake
how may we align to be one with the creator
The clues do abound
in the pulsation of each heartbeat & breath
in stupor we are bound
serpentine ego retaining doership in stealth
Choosing to vaporise
melting into the vibrant void in total surrender
with no ego left to size
we then be to become essence of the wonder
It is our reflex instinct
resonating with love allowing no lower vibration
in hues of bliss inked
unbroken awareness continuum our meditation
This samadhi state
wherein jiva & Atma & Paramatma become one
as bliss within elates
no difference remains between He & we his son
13-September-2020
How can I say what I'm like?
It's easier
to talk about you.
Or them.
My mother
was like peering from the dark and cold
through a window to a fire-lit room,
full of odds and ends from times that were concrete,
decadent with materialism... routine.
You can only see the outline
of her face turned but you know
its radiating warmth, her eyes
flashing with an intensity
that's sometimes meaningless to you.
An enigma, but still
you feel steadier on your feet
just by looking in.
My father
was a flat surface, and you know
there's something underneath but it's rarely used,
much less seen. His voice
was a soothing vibration of practicalities,
and not much else.
But that was enough.
My step-father too,
a large man with a large capacity
to solve everything we'd throw out,
a solid mixture of no-bull*****goodness,
like it was easy.
I was lucky I know.
And I've been here and there...
There's too many things
I'd think was important,
that didn't turn out to be,
that I thought made me
who I was...
But I don't feel the connections
driving me, knowing ourselves
through and through
is the hardest pill
we can never swallow.
Who are you?
Instead, tell me
where it is you wanna go,
and maybe
I'll take me with you.
“In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was God”
~ John 1.1
Pure intent from the mind of God released,
pervades vast space with the vibration ‘Om’,
reverberations with which He is pleased,
since all that that’s manifest, is His home.
In each atom of space, God may be spied,
by eye of the Self in cave of the heart,
seeing all’s unified, though multiplied,
entwined with the cosmic gong, He did start.
As both subject and object in the dream,
as also awareness in which all’s held,
prismatic refraction colours does stream,
which in timeless time, in God’s heart must meld.
As the beginning, middle and the end,
all vibrations, gong of Om does append.
Awaken Intuition
Breathe the sacred breath of life,
Attuning the vessel to the Higher Self.
Focus on breathing,
As those thoughts disappear.
Rising like passing vapors.
Observe and return to breathing.
Relieve all anxieties,
Of spirit, heart, and flesh.
Notice the rise and fall of your chest.
Manifesting the miracle within.
In this moment, become calm in mind.
Close your eyes, surrender those restless thoughts.
Calming brain waves into ambient relaxation.
To heal damaged body tissues.
Releasing the ghosts of past trauma,
Anchor your focus on the breath.
Begin to feel relief from insomnia.
An end to overthinking.
Embrace deep, healing sleep;
Feel the body’s aura cleaning.
By elevating your vibration,
To the height of divine gnosis,
The whole body harmonizes.
Breathe and find eternal balance.
Within the realm of ultimate renewal.
Dissolve all earthly limitations.
And awaken your higher consciousness.
Bring down your heart rate.
To an Alpha frequency.
In pure devotion, your light is magnification.
Awakened intuition to reach quantum cognition,
Releasing inner conflicts.
Return to oneness,
Attracting love with mind fuel.
To a new beginning.
transmutation.
Dancing in space
Waltzing in the universe
Pirouetting on cloud banks
Aah yes
Come with me
Let’s dance together
Ancient flute notes echo
Amidst starshine and lost memories
I feel you there beside me
Peeking around planets
Your eyes seeking me out
Our fibers entwined
Through passion and loss
Our unspoken words
Spun like gold thread
Around our bleeding hearts
An inhale ~ a memory
Meeting you in the ocean
Immersing ourselves in blankets of mist and fog
Lavender foam adorned with turquoise sparkles
Glinting off wave tips
My nakedness enveloped
Salty tears
My mouth open
Searching for you
I walk through time
Through walls of water
The waves part
As I find my way
Inward
Onward
To the sacred place within
I feel the air ~ quiet now
My fingertips sense my surroundings
I smell your heartbeat
In darkness my palms touch yours
A vibration of heat
Of laughter
Of knowing
Of ancient memories
Coupling our souls
Forever
I feel a searing chill in my bones
as they painfully turn to black ice
Under the weight of my loneliness
I fear there's an ultimate price
Will I witness my own demise
As cracks appear under this weight
The thought of an endless sadness
as I am doomed to a horrible fate
I look out to the red horizon
On the beach a pail made of plastic
I pray to find a similar strength
a soul that is much more elastic
With each and every laboured step
too numerous for me to number
Slowly the walk becomes easier
Perhaps I am turning to rubber
Feelings they bounce in my mind
and yes they do make me shake
although there's vibration in my soul
this elastic heart will never break!
Dedicated to Armand. The poem was inspired by a comment I left on his poem "Of Three States of Mind an intricate weave". Do read his poem it is masterfully written.
In the hall destined for silence, where no word incarnates into awakening,
A desolate abode, where the heart rests free and in falling.
Torn tears flow, rivers of troubled and sluggish melancholy,
Thoughts that hunt me, that follow me relentlessly, merciless, fierce, potent.
Memories, tapestries of time we used to weave together,
Now just specters that slither in the shadow, haunting me incessantly.
We drift apart, farther and farther, into shadows of non-meeting,
How could I halt the decline of my heart, this star falling quietly into dimming?
The silence of the evening screams too forcefully, a bell that echoes through all my rifts,
A vibration that envelops me in a pain that leaves a cold pride, wood too hard and rotten.
The pain persists, a steadfast comrade, a caress with a trail of chill,
A pain that does not bend, a string of bitterness that does not end and refuses any sought solace.
In moments when my soul sours, I call you in my silence,
A silent cry, an invocation for the solace of a new reality, for the renaissance of an azure sea.
I desire you back whole, in my pulse, in the rustle of a living heart,
To sew the ancient rupture, to stretch your light over my fragments, to heal me, to make me whole.
Ah, I know well that my plea is like a swarm of pale butterflies,
And I do not seek your sympathy to trickle slowly, to moisten my brow weighed down by thought.
The fibers of my heart frayed under the veil of a pale moon and incomprehensible murmur,
Look at me, our great love now buried under the waves of a wild ocean, a realm that seems boundless.
Clinging to the sweet-bitter memory, a shadow once full of enchantment,
I hope that one day, my being will bloom anew, under the palms of recharged hope,
And even if it will not happen, even if it will remain in its feeble emptiness, I will know it was the loftiest fate.
For even in strife, I will serenely embrace the charm of an elusive world, a fairy tale of the cosmos that does not forgive.