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I know him is my next-door neighbor, a popular loner.
I know him, he is a starseed reawakened from another world, Earthly language is to insufficient to explain the world he comes from.
I know him is a conduit between divine realms and the Earth, and he can transport between galaxies via meditation.
I know him. He lives between two worlds, the invisible and the visible, and always searching for home.
His soul carries him through space, time, and Stargates is here with us, but is there with others too.
His of other dimensions is here to help heal the planet and guide humanity .
He has zero to one or two friends as he is not part of the soul group (family) is only here to help.
He is extremely intelligent and, to the less evolved, seems as wacky to the normal, less evolved human.
He once told me he didn't like to be here. He doesn't like other humans that are less evolved, and he just wants to get out.
I know him. To him, materialistic wealth is only for kids. There is no self pride in wealth, he once told me.
His multidimensional thoughts make him see how all moments in time are happening now. Some people see him unearthly, too mysterious to comprehend.
He once told me he longs to be home. To him, Earth is a very low-vibrational planet, full of war, pollution, diseases, and corruption.
I know him. He is the Starseed.
By Chanda Katonga.
Two hearts estranged, walk pensively
Their hands don’t touch and eyes are glazed
Talking in monosyllables
Mere gestures of noblesse oblige
A common friend creeps upon them
Tip toeing barefoot noiselessly
He holds two feathers in his hands
Impishly tickling each in turn
To cadence of silent rhythm
His flute plays a quiet love tune
Flood of memories engulf both
Something shifts; hearts begin to sing
Ego thoughts fade into the glade
Boundaries blur, both become one
All that remains are loving hearts
Seeking an endearing embrace
Casper, with nod of approval
Melds with the void, vibrational
19-June-2021
Surprise me poetry contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Notes that float on rippling strings are happy little gems.
Clicking, clacking percussion crescendos;
a celebration of a percussion family reunion
is never quiet.
Music all around, loves and revels in life’s joy.
The heartbeat of a universe bangs, clangs with elation.
Beneath shouts of the crying woodwinds;
whispering ting-ting symbols dance with the brushes; lending a smile to the symphony.
The melodious river flows across airwaves to life
and carry souls; the magic carpet of harmony;
a world tour for the senses,
is enlightenment for all ears.
No one is exempt from the ecstasy of music;
even non-hearing ears are treated to
the tickle of vibrational light, sound.
Let your soul dance with the senses.
Music it is..
A melody
A tune..
Sounds..
A vibration..
A frequency..
Of the highest..
Love of music..
Comforts and soothes the soul..
Touches the soul profoundly..
Stimulates the senses..
The sound of lovely music..
A vibrational caress it is..
Vibrational caresses surrounds one's entire being..
A warm energetic glow of high definition frequencies..
Fills the entire environment..
Music is food and medicine for one's ears..
Delectable and crucial it is..
Music adds and enhances memories..
Joyful memories..
Feelings of nostalgia..
One's first kiss..
One's first romance..
One's first love..
Music it is..
Pure joy of living in the now..
A bitter and painful experience..
Music heals the pain..
Bitterness shall turn into sweetness..
Music represents the heart..
Music equals love..
I shall enter a musical gateway..
The gateway to bliss..
At first we assumed everyone feels just the way we do
Being the light of Self in singularity present here in duality
Bilocating breath by breath between form and formlessness
Mind empty of concepts, heart detached and presence vibrant
Moment to moment, all moments entwined in the continuum
Embracing and releasing each life touch with nonchalance
Attention transfixed in the play of bliss magnetism within
Over time we realised souls surrounding us were asleep
Which is to say, their consciousness was rooted in the ego
Causing them to be enslaved by cravings pertaining to form
Insentient to living light of God aflame in the cave of the heart
Little wonder, we found it was difficult for us to communicate
For we spoke the language of tender love and gentleness
Whilst they were oriented toward lust and domination
No, it was clear that we did not fit in here, in this zoo
No judgments but it was clearly a vibrational mismatch
Inundated by the cacophonous din of conditioned beliefs
We took shelter in the ever present flow of Holy Spirit within
Alone whilst surrounded by unconscious minds all around
Choosing a pseudonym and penning our soul’s emote
Of the dance of polarities orbiting love in the void
‘What is thought’, queried Krishnamurthy
‘Who am I’ was Ramana’s question
We begin with mind body entity
Which seeks joy elation
Momentary is happiness
Transitioning quickly to sorrow
Thought patterns our stuporousness
Enmeshed in regrets of past, fears of tomorrow
Religions and doctrines aplenty, none resonate
If the truth one, why marked divergence
Why does ego, conscience sedate
Give us back, our innocence
The truth seems to us simple
We associate not with the ephemeral
Going in within, choosing vibrant life eternal
We open our heart to behold therein Gods miracle
We are not a hermit perched on a hill in meditation
We embrace fully each life offering manifest
Yet as breath flowing without cessation
We celebrate both trough and crest
The shift then is from head to heart
All analysis paralysis, so we rest thought
Thought rested awareness sees our ego depart
Nonchalant and detached, free of fears desire brought
Yet dear friends, in doing so, we become a rebel, a nerd
For allured not by objects, we choose the joy current
Mind-body-spirit align in vibrations upward
We become thus bliss in heart resident
A journey vibrational without movement
Wherein he who embarked does not disembark
Essence of presence throbs in blissful contentment
Oh hermit! Know love within as the simple divine truth stark
05-January-2021
Yirdaki rhapsody;
no passing fancy.
Breath-bullet;
spinning down its chamber of wood;
enchanting elixir, so very good.
Breathing sound-light;
how it bleeds, so right;
a healing vibration,
echoing sensation;
didgeridoo’ing brings cosmic elation!
Born in the woods of each tone,
brings magic of visioning dreams.
Peace waves resounding from Yirdaki dreams;
can elevate spirit to heights never seen.
Thanks to the bug, who devours his grub;
harmony gives the world, a big hug.
Yirdaki rhapsody,
like peaches and cream;
Is sweet perfection that is sure to glean;
miraculous joy, from all who can hear it.
It extracts the funk, from all who are near it.
The song of the wood;
it rides on a breeze;
the vibrational gift,
is so sure to please.
It’s not just a hollowed out tube,
you can bet;
it’s healing energy surpasses all tests.
On another plane I ride, vibrations,
which upon I slide;
mind dances on the tonal tide.
I waltz within the timeless realms;
Yirdaki posted at the helm.
Melting deep into the drone,
my spirit does not stand alone.
The things I see, within the drone;
when done, will usher me back home.
Yirdaki rhapsody, how it swells
and secrets it will ever tell.
The dance is meant, to call all souls.
Come dance and be inside the fold.
Hark to whispers of our conscience
Being the voice of God within
Cognised by inner sentience
Feel subtle touch of love therein
To sense bliss, silence outer din
Hark to whispers of our conscience
Known to pure of heart, free from sin
Shining in their luminescence
Head-heart balance, begins romance
Divine domain vibrational
Hark to whispers of our conscience
Life simple, each moment joyful
Transfixed in sound current divine
Soundless thunder rapture cadence
In staid silence, with love align
Hark to whispers of our conscience
15-July-2021
WHISPERS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Magnetised emptiness
As pulse of stillness
Life itself throbbing
As Ohm reverberating
The very aliveness
Of consciousness
Present at any coordinate
In blissfulness sedate
Is-ness within the flow
Innocence all aglow
Constancy in all variables
Renewal of Gods miracle
In & within & as the current
We self-existent are cognisant
In resonation with the divine
As we resistancelessly align
Imbibing-embracing-releasing
All hues of love enlivening
The thus renewal
Continual
Recognition readying attention
Orientation determining action
Of vibrational equivalence
Unity with oneness in innocence
Acceptance notwithstanding
In actuality of being
We cannot yet truthfully state
That we do not gyrate
Between duality & singularity
Be it oneness voicing versatility
Moment to moment our fulcrum
Is not at the pivot of the pendulum
Any intermediate position
In the flow of bliss elation
Recognisable as interconnectedness
Save samadhi no true oneness
Light of samadhi beyond time & space
Bestowed by divine grace
Reason may be any but we do return
From the blissful sojourn
No doubt enriched but again contained
Within a reflection partially stained
Whilst mind body loosens their bind
Permanence in oneness we are yet to find
Recognising unboundedness yet in limitation
Content in aliveness of permanent bliss elation
We opine that unless samadhi be permanent
The flickering flame is not in its native element
Oscillatory wisdom not quite the becoming
Recognition not actual depth of blossoming
31-July-2020
#My_African_heritage
In my ears, I hear a drum beat, the sound points my listening ear to Congo, its effects echoing with my heart beat, although I'm taking a walk, this beat want me to sit down and just listen to Africa speaking.
While in my caught up thoughts, lifting my head to see clear the road I'm walking on, in the near far distance of Kenya, I hear my standing ground in vibrational sequence, getting lost worse in my African exploring intrigues, I see the Masai people jumping up and down, I realize now that the Congo drum beat has dancers,
Africa tab me from behind, my name means peace, in Africa such seeds are born everyday, from mothers. Genesis says Africa you are Alfa and omega, my minds attest and say in you life was formed and the earth knew what human was, though you are silent, your history makes all the necessary noises, your are a heritage in flesh
Back on my walk, these forests guarding my road too, speaks, though the sound indistinct, some peculiar sound compels me to pay attention, this time with intention of understanding, are birds of Africa passing melodic whistles to each other like soccer players in the field, this serenading, reach to my heart like art, I wanna start reciting too
But the road still long, time is just against me and my expressions,
Heard in South Africa; people draw masterpieces of art with their tongues,
just listen to Xhosa people clicking their tongues and Khoisan man in the deserts saying you just can't compete with your fathers, and he release the most trickiest tongue clicking sounds, and now tell me if this is not art, African heritage.
My walk was to Limpopo and there I'm welcomed by Khelobedu people, in their mouths I hear African guitarist playing a song of love, hope and harmony,
I now can sit down and have my African heritage served.
#Poetic_Ink