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If Fantasy Were Reality
Human mind is like a wild cheeky horse,
Untrained, it pursues its own wilful course
Of IMAGINATION that lively brains
Can freely wish and afford to sustain
In a DREAM world of reckless REVERIE
Amidst the glow of frantic fantasy.
Flying on silvery wings of fancy
I dream being the king of my country
With beauties of my choice serving on me,
Attending to my WHIMSY wants like flees,
Basking in the sun in midst of the sea,
Inhaling freshness of the air, carefree.
Alas, when the dream comes to abrupt halt
I feel being struck by a thunderbolt
Viewing it as VISUALISATION
Bordering on a HALLUCINATION
With the sour sense of dropping from the moon
To face the realm of reality soon.
If fantasy were a reality
There would exist no shrines of poverty
No climes where wicked woeful wars are waged
No theatre where violence is staged,
But a land where blooms the flower of peace
Where in every soul sprouts the seed of bliss.
If fantasy could endow us with grace
Evert poor man`s house would be a palace,
Man could dwell on earth many thousand years
Without shedding a drop of pearly tear,
Without an iota of divine fear,
Decreeing earth as his very own sphere.
Here we get to a new visualisation
Chakras not six but twelve as of this computation
Root, sacral, navel, spleen, heart & throat
Plus upper palate, third eye, Guru & three at the crown afloat
This is an esoteric technique directly taught
So that errors into the practice are not brought
Involving mantra with inner light and focus in continuity
An energy path mystical not to be confused with Kundalini
The practice involves cessation of breath without breathlessness
Blurring boundaries between form & formlessness
Penetrating the dark void to get to Absolute Oneness
The Tantras have many such agamas
Direct initiations - to lower mind enigmas
Take this, if we will, as Krama + Spanda
30-August-2020
Radio blasting
Loud music screams;
Intruding words
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Mental movie
Visualisation techniques;
Attract good stuff
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Cellphone outlet
Mobile accessories;
Too much distractions
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Secular world view
Greedy appetites ground;
Competition chokes
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Lunch banquet
Feast for the senses;
Frugality absent
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Temple visit
Ancestors await;
Family reunion
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Church Sunday service
Sermon on the Mount;
Wise Jesus echoes
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Late night rendezvous
Lakeside stroll;
Ghosts figures flirt
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Downtown trip
Shopping excavations;
Designer goods in tow
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Here we sit
Two old lovers;
Tea and chocolate cake
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Book of wisdom
Wise message tutors;
Private conversations
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Leon Enriquez
11 June 2015
Singapore
Each and every day, whilst still in bed, she was delivered tea and toasted crusty bread
at the end of that consumption, she'd light up a deadly phag
Then drop the butt to mix with tea leaves at the bottom of the cup, On removal of that cup
by an eight year old son, the sight of that mix, would often make him gag
From both of his parents he keenly had observed,
how they did the drawback, on the substance from which he was strictly banned
Inhaled the toxic smoke, deep into their lungs,
he had practised many times without a cigarette in hand
At the tender age of ten, he decided
he would steal a cigarette or four
From the supply that his father held which he would then furtively smoke,
behind the toilet door
So now he lit the match to ignite that ciggy stick
took some puffs, inhaled the toxic smoke,
unexpected outcome, his head began to spin, he was also feeling rather sick
Subconscious mind to conscious mind
it sent out a stern warning, in which it did implore
It's a dirty filthy habit
it's one you must ignore
But the smoking it continued
interspersed with bouts of coughing, every single day
Until the age of twenty six, the penny finally dropped
this intoxicating habit, you must give it clean away
In those days there were no vapes no nicotine patches
it was the art of will power upon which he must draw
Visualisation of the bottom of the teacup that used to make him gag
was the image once again, that was what he saw
Fifty years have now elapsed since he decided
that he'd finally had enough
Withdraw from the weed which for fifteen years
he had always endured a daily puff
He finally could relax, no craving for the habit
disdains the smell of ciggy smoke
At age of three score plus seventeen years more
he has now become a so much fitter bloke
Looking at a patten on the curtain
You know I can't help but visualise
And why though I am not quite certain
Is it something wrong with my eyes
Is it a fragment of my imagination
Or is this some kind of awakening
Like some new found destination
Something that's in the making
And forming a picture out of what I see
But is it a face though or an actual being
It's like I'm now taken on this journey
To some magical place I'm now seeing
Is it an extension of my artistic flair
Or some other part of my creativity
Is it just what they call visualisation
That of someone who is a visionary
Written 2010 inspierd by converstion I had
with cpn at low point in my life
bliss manifest
first resisted
then accepted
finally awaited
breath by breath
thus arousing
within heart
an expectation
of benediction
by God bestowed
our anticipation
is a visualisation
memory induced
hoping our form
is bliss energised
in unending renewal
this subtle desire
is alright per say
yet it presupposes
that we’re this body
and not soul eternal
we also feel not
eternal light of Self
which is who we are
pulsating in singularity
wherefrom we descend
into this gross density
unless we fully embody
essence of our true Self
into organic form
holding steady awareness
in an unbroken continuum
we cannot affirm
that we are awake
We imagine breath filling the entire Sushumna
In fullness from Muladhara to Sahasrara
Then along this locus
We get to one pointed focus
Between the eyebrows at the Ajna chakra
Pure awareness without thought stigma
Then the breath becomes more subtle
Not by focus but from loving devotion simple
Our attention then abides
In rippleless stillness resides
At the third eye zone
Fruits follow in timeless time of seeds sown
Within this visualisation leading to meditation
We retain single pointed focus by mental creation
Of a dam or an enclosure binding us at the Ajna
Attention subtler & finer drawing in by charisma
God Himself in Absoluteness
Vivifing our being in fullness
22-August-2020
Cosmic energy porous
Luminous egg shaped torus
Flanked by Vishnu & Shiva
In the centre seated Brahma
Such is the manifestation
Directly cognised visualisation
Of a friend we know close hand
Who now before God stands
God domain Hirayangarbha
Upon which planet Hirayanyaloka
He meets Jesus & Agastyamuni
Ascended master Yukteswar Giri
The visitation of consciousness
As pure unbound awareness
To love energised Gods domain
By grace alone when ego is slain
There is of course far more to it
Each ascension marks new summits
All we hope is that this validation
Strengthens resolve of our meditation
Making love divine our orientation
29-August-2020
A HEARTBEAT PULSATING AS LIVING LIGHT
C herished was a new found identification
O mission of frequencies such as anger that manifest as consternation
N ourishment for the spirit seeking consecration
C reativity of talent there is no limitation
E nlightenment of soul through exchange of information
P rayers answered with a constancy of affirmation
T ransformation to a new dimensional vibration
U plifting awareness transcending through meditation
A scending consciousness now beyond confrontation
L oviing support for others, a state of actualisation
I mplement truth no unworthy temptation
S avour all enshrouded with God's creation
A ctivating self love oh what fascination
T hrive in an environment devoid of much frustration
I nnovative action arising from investigation
O pen heart speaking positive realisation
N urture self love through daily visualisation
Nine months have quickly passed since the mind
was provoked to write many lines of rhyme
Does this stimulation arise from some type of hormone?
is there some thought arousing release of an enzyme?
Most it comes from memories
go back to when one was a child
A few from visualisation
just let thought patterns run wild
There is gratitude for hardships
that shape the growing soul
Sometimes a base for humour
that forms a playful role
One day upon a Zen Chai massager
body"s rockin to and fro
Seems Im back upon a steam train
stimulates poetic flow
Take pride that my daily way of living
has deviated from the norm
Poetry is a platform to support others
fulfils a desire to inform