Long Voidness Poems
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Wait,
is to stretch the moment now
beyond its curvature
dimensional...
Now is synonymous of absence,
wait is presence symptom
even if water passed, river running
melting snow, molten metal
to make a future not belonging...
tô the prime dreamer !
Wait is voidness of life,
unqualified aftermath
of the great tragedy...
Wait is search
of partnership for personal pain,
and summoning spirits
so that they suffer together
with the sufferer...
Waiting is a delusion
endless of the ethereal
that will never be concrete...
Is vapor of memories,
is source fulcrum
nonexistent,
is the sanity of madness
and the dreadful dream
of the unfortunate...!
The following is my poetic/liturgical translation of the Heart Sutra:
The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara,
Whilst in profound Prajna Paramita
Saw illume the void of the five skandhas
And prevailed over all pain and peril.
Sariputta, image and void differ not,
Image is void and void is image,
So too sense and thought,
Conduct and consciousness.
Sariputta, the manifold dharmas
Are void and neither arise nor cease,
Are neither defiled nor pure and neither
Swell nor dwindle.
Thus, voidness has no image ; no sense,
Thought, conduct and consciousness.
Without eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body or mind ;
Without sight and sound, or scent, taste,
Feelings of touch, and dharma.
With no realm of vision or realm of awareness,
Neither dullness nor the end of dullness,
Neither decline and demise
Nor the end of decline and demise.
Devoid of pain, its causes, and need to cease it,
Without wisdom or gain
And with nothing to attain.
Bodhisattvas with Prajna Paramita
Have easeful hearts free from fear.
Forfeiting minds of mirage like dreams,
They achieve ultimate Nibbana.
The Buddhas that were, are now, and yet to come
Shall all through Prajna Paramita achieve
Anuttara- samyak- sambodhi.
Hence, know that Prajna Paramita
Is the greatly divine mantra,
The most luminous mantra,
The unsurpassed mantra,
And the peerless mantra.
Able to banish all misery;
Forever true and never false!
Thus, proclaim the Prajna Paramita Mantra,
And chant it so:
Jie dì jie dì
bo luó jie dì
bo luó seng jie dì
pú tí sà pó he
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As I stood in the clouds in perplexy
and looked around me satirically
I shook my head and sadly said
“be it life thus, I may be living not”
standing there, I wished for death.
I was sad because I was lonely,
lonely because I had nobody,
nobody because I have not seen the right one.
the right one was not there for me for comfort
the right ones are always scarce
And so i continued living a life of voidness
in me there was no sweetness
but then never did I lose faith in God helping me
I continued being optimistic
then suddenly it all happened!!!!
walking home from school one noon
this Queen i beheld
she was as beautiful as a goddess
as enticing as an apple
and as sweet as lollipop
just watching her made my heart skip
a tingling sensation left my heart to my toe
I started seeing things in slow motion
as I watched, a soft wind swept my brow
I was so hpnotised
she started featuring in my dreams.
she was voluptous,
and moreover, vivacious,
she was also enticing and tantalising.
my heart started yearning for her.
when insects chirp on moonlit nights,I long for her
when on moonlit nights
the breeze blows leaves in slow motion
I will always think of her
I now have a will to life for eternity
when on snowy nights trees are swaying in snow,
when the dew mix with snow blanket the earth
I will always love her
for love can turn balck to white
When dark days and evil nights lurk and strike,
Without regards for what's yours or mine; When high tides of cruelty strike
The good who's done no crime;
In troubling times like these,
We are open to being deceived.
When confronted by fears that bind,
A very powerful song comes to mind,
Speaking of anchors for troubled times,
For lives turned and tossed way out of line,
For people beaten, buffeted, and intertwined.
A way out of their wilderness, they cannot find.
Each day is a grind, falling further and further behind.
Life makes no sense, having neither rhythm nor rhyme.
They feel voidness and feebleness, a life without design.
Storms have destroyed their fruit, now rotting on the vine.
They need hugs, smiles, and touches from loving humankind.
May God give us all an anchor that holds tightly to The Devine.
050520PSCtest, In Times Like These, Silent One. 2P
The nothingness ancient
Transformed into the universe nascent,
Matter came from silence
The core of cosmic sense
Voids in all things’ essence
Creator’s unique space they represent.
In all things that exists
The universal voidness still persists
In depth of living mind
Of the evolved mankind
Filled with emotions blind,
Life gets attached although conscience resists.
Full sky holds its clouds low
They melt in storm, make the sad sky hollow,
Happy trees green in spring
Don’t hear the birds near sing
When in fall leaves grow wing,
Life plunged in barrenness turns fallow.
In loss clouded mind grieves
Melt emotion drains, emptiness it leaves,
Let soul clear delusion
From mind in seclusion,
Open devout vision
Know how peace from emptiness life retrieves.
December 21. 2017.
Contest : Rhyme Me A Poem.
Sponsor : Broken Wings.
There are no individuals to match the mention.
Only God, in any case, can be depended upon.
Just God, the Ruler of the universe, is aware.
God stepped in once he saw man despair.
When God doesn't react, we break and reject.
We expect significance from God's select.
Our fury and disappointment drove us astray.
God, on the other side, is the most efficient way.
This planet, similar to us, is in the place of voidness.
Who doesn't have faith in preeminent goodness?
Faith-filled individuals have found fear and showed.
They've defeated their misfortune and prevailed.
Effortlessness will reach just the fix known.
In caring adoration, only the truth is spoken.
Written: November 25, 2021
VOIDITY
Who told the sun where to position
and the moon at night to light up the ocean?
Who told the seas to set boundaries
between land, regions and continents?
Ask yourself if anything existed before creation.
This truth isn't just a story neither is it a fiction.
Void: the philosophical concept of nothingness manifested.
Spheroid of space & emptiness isn't man-invested.
The notion of voidity is relevant to several realms of metaphysics,
in voids, theories state there are no or few galaxies.
Voidness is the man born blind, without eyes
but a mixture of clay filled the void with eyes.
Impossibility is the iota missing in the void.
Voidness through heaven's finesse turns solid,
the mystery is like a child faith is able to groom.
How's there a baby in her belly if there is no womb?
To know the answer, you have to first find out
and decipher the power domicile in our mouth.
Where is heaven hanging when there are no pillars?
Faith is the substance taken because the pill last
as long as there's continuous filling till eternity.
You always believe in voidity of the gravity,
how the aircraft is suspended in the air
and the aerofoil (wings) enjoys airspace funfair
without it feets touching earth, seems exemplary.
Electromagnetism propounds a scientific theory:
which says "Without hands to draw each other,
two magnetic poles attract & come together".
You believe in the law of magnetic force
but discredit heaven's mystery for us
and debunk the fact that Earth in the Genesis
was without form and reveals voidness.
But The Spirit hover on the face of the deep,
this was while the earth and nature fell asleep.
Who would imagine words can initiate
continuous chain of creations while nature depreciates?
None of us did until now, so we continue to create.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme/Metaphysical
Copyright©April 2023.
“twice born, we live on”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
we are lost, as long as ...
we wish to keep the cake
and eat it too
left foot in one boat
right in the other
sitting on the fence ...
we are lost, as long as ...
we thus vacillate
our attention oscillates
between the ego
grasping and seizing
and our spirit
prayerfully connecting ...
we are lost, as long as ...
we are deaf
to voice of conscience
preferring to rely
on fragmented thought
impelled by ego
amidst fleeting illusions
in the external
with regrets of past
fear of future
rooted in attachments
causation of stagnation
in feral desires ...
we are free when ...
we recognise the truth
that we are not mind body
but spirit unbound
here for a sojourn
for a breath of fresh air
to experience earth life
as a separate entity
although interconnected
with all of existence
vibrationally by love
being Gods energy
omnipresent ...
we are free when ...
we accept the limitations
of mind body
knowing we have so chosen
to experience duality
that love yearning for love
to feel complete
magnetically aligns
head and heart
igniting the Sushumna
with bliss electricity
a climax of ecstasy
in renewal continual
in permanence
within ...
we are free when ...
as the object here manifest
by us the subject pure spirit
one with God consciousness
when we as object quieten
resting ego borne thought
entering void of silence
initially in meditation
which by prioritisation
becomes our orientation
thereby hollowing out form
getting to emptiness
a spacial voidness
of no-thingness
wherein suffused with love
in its beauteous hues
self and Self align
as mind body vaporises ...
“who are you looking for, oh hermit
there is no one here!”
15-December-2020
WHEN LIFE BECOMES FALLOW
The still frozen nothingness ancient
Transformed into the universe nascent
Matter formed from the fringe of silence
The creative core of cosmic sense
The depth of voids in all things’ essence
The creator’s unique space they represent.
Within everything that exists
The universal voidness still persists
In the depth of the living mind
Of the evolved race of mankind
Filled to the brim with emotions blind,
Life gets attached although conscience resists.
The full sky hangs its clouds low
They melt in storm, make the sad sky hollow,
Happy trees green in the spring
Don’t hear the birds flying near sing
When in fall the dry leaves grow wing
Life plunged in barrenness turns fallow.
Lost in wasteland the clouded mind grieves
Molten emotion drains in tears, emptiness it leaves,
Let the soul clear the delusion
From the mind captive in seclusion,
Free the mind, open the devout clear vision
Know how peace from emptiness life retrieves.
February 10, 2018.
Employing thought as concentration
Our fickle attention we position
In the void of cessation
Present in every vibration
This stillness being meditation
Becoming our ever present orientation
No anticipation or expectation or recollection
Recognition of voidness in each manifestation
So as the formless awareness in bodily limitation
This practice requires recognition of void in each pulsation
Be it thought or physical movement
We cognise and so recognise voidness in each element
So we as the void encase this form
Knowing innate voidness in every act we perform
Void the centre
Wherein bliss enters
This meditation in continuation as our orientation
Centred voidness in an uninterrupted flow of cessation
13-August-2020