Long Yogic Poems
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Ever brew tea in an industrial brewer?
I did just yesterday with a tea bag fewer
then more have seen. I watched it drip
mixing water with steam and drip leaving
lines in between, the loose leaves.of tea.
A star pattern there when I peeked to see
what a tea maker brews inside of a T.
And when the heat hit my eyes I realized
what was so familiar to me...'do mine path'
was inscribed in the leaves.
I considered to know what I believe.
I paused to consider what might deceive.
Just and before I tossed the leaves.
... smiles.
you ARE a dope and I'm knot mean. Just
neurotic transmission of the secret unseen.
A VEnue open to peace in the mind
blowing open holes that Time left behind.
It's a network framed in a windy rhyme.
It's a new avenue and a way to be kind.
Well.come.to the filters mind. A pleasure
of a center that we all can find.
Neurotransmitter. A natural ChiMe.
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Dopamine was first synthesized in 1910 by George Barger and James Ewens at Wellcome
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Ch'i
Qi
It is frequently translated as "energy flow," and is often compared to Western notions of
energeia or élan vital (vitalism) as well as the yogic notion of prana. The literal
translation is "air," "breath," or "gas" (compare the original meaning of Latin spiritus
"breathing"; or the Common Greek p?e?µa, meaning "air," "breath," or "spirit"; and the
Sanskrit term prana, "breath" ).
Form:
Nothing new in the electrochemistry
It no longer is a scientific mystery
Waves Beta, Alpha, Theta, Delta, Gamma & Epsilon
Descending from buoyant ecstasy to a persona forlorn
Zodiac signs & rainbow colours assigned to chakras renamed
Esoteric yogic techniques, exponents aplenty, all self-proclaimed
Fiery verbal duels, by many an argumentative eristic
Each it seems is the ultimate mystic
Leaving profundity to theorists whose verbosity we acknowledge
What matters is assimilated wisdom, not vicarious knowledge
So we go in within, alone, in meditational stillness, upon a virgin path
Each moment in the time continuum, a holy sabbath
What we seek is expansive consciousness & joy eternal
And what is eternal is obviously not embraceable in the ephemeral
So we chop off perishable egoistic attachments, fear & desire
And straightaway plunge our non-self into the divine fire
How? In unseeking stillness within ... deep within
Where at each moment we anew begin
No conflict, no violence
Effortless stillness, rippleless silence
No agenda, no seeker, no doer
We are still, yet there is a mover
The flow of the Universe within into which we dissolve
Emerging from which we automatically evolve
What do we gain & what do we lose?
Irrelevant, for we are not, yet desirelessly choose
What we lose is our sorrow generating gross contaminant
Gain being ineffable, exalted, joyous divine love enablement
There is no way; our choice itself is the way
Save unendingly effusing love, no rules to obey
Thoughts sublime, words kind, actions benign
Self, Soul & Spirit thus align
Trust the Universe, plunge into its loving stream
We need to wake up now, from our narrow dream
Upon lighting a candle, darkness is instantly expelled
Surrendering to the divine, ignorance is automatically dispelled
And that is all there is to it
Doable if we do & never ever quit
Simpler the truth, it seems the more elusive it is
So perplexed we are by life’s jigsaw quiz
01-November-2020
F riendly faithful, flexible, far-sighted, fulfilling favors…
Fabulously
A ltruistically available, adaptable, and attractive…
Absolutely
T emperate teacher, thoughtful, timely - tackling things…
Tactfully
H ilariously humane, hallowed, happy, heavenly, holy…
Habitually
E arnestly eager, effective, elegant, endearing, edifying…
Eternally
R adiantly ravishing, realistic, rejuvenating, resilient…
Realistically
S erenely sincere, sensitive, sociable, soft-spoken…
Significantly
D evotedly dedicated, disciplined, Determined…
Deeply
A dmirably acceptable, adorable, agreeable, alert…
Always
y earlong yogic, youngish, yielding… yeasty…
Youthfully
Younger
Yours…
………..
11th May 2021
A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Hello there, oh glowing one
Radiant in resplendent light
We see you have travelled far
In as of course vibrationally
Nestled in a cocoon of bliss
Speckled by the elixir divine
Emitting soothing fragrance
Wafting across the inky void
Dwelling in a dome of delight
Oh dear one, this joy exalted
Aspirational as also laudable
Is it as yet suffused with love
Awakened from erst passivity
Selflessly choosing self-exile
Descending into gross realms
Where demonic fears haunt
Despondent souls in darkness
For if not, dear heart, reflect
We delight at your splendour
Glimpsed by periscope vision
Yet what avail transcendence
Which yets nurtures the ego
Transfixed in bliss thunderous
That is held captive in a shell
Shared not among all brethren
Of what use are yogic powers
If not energised by love divine
Love within in our heart knows
How compassion slowly grows
18-September-2021
Letter to your future self Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
In the opaque night across the space of silence,
enfolding the languid landscape of my existence,
bereft of the beguiled essence in indolent life,
my pathway meanders in the labyrinth of torment.
Trudging at the fringe of trying forbearance,
I hear listless the whispering wind of wisdom
tell me, this journey has no meaningful end.
I’m entangled in the nebulous mesh of ambiguity.
The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind
finds gloomy dead end in the introspection path.
That’s when the serpentine force opens the innate door,
releasing the feminine energy of yogic awareness.
My soul shines then with the ethereal radiance
in the infinite depth of the discernment space,
like the flaring brilliance of dormant tantric power,
flashing through the seven chakras of perception.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of the enlightened eternity,
I perceive the acuity centres configure consciousness
and turn it into living beacon, lighting my inner self.
Bull eve me (Adam, whether existence
fact or fiction),
his immediate legion heirs whole
heartedly partook
to regale no Joe king paternal prominence,
sans legendary, fraternity,
and consanguinity subsequently implemented
faux pas threatening Nittany Lions role
attested by this papa, a curmudgeon
resident of the North Pole
burrowed deep within tundra
necessitated drilling permafrost black hole
son, which boring task found me dissatisfied,
asper penultimate existential goal
thus, I decided to sell coal
to New Castle, transported
within loco motive conveyance
doubling up as fish bowl
decimated crossing Arctic
great barrier reef Atoll
lauded me with mouthy gift horses,
(one Mister Ed, adore
hubble hoof only high saddled
Equus caballus neighing boar)
feted me, a hay er raising chore
followed by Mister Barns Noble encore
generation standing ovation,
a deafening applause
resonated across the floor
then an electrifying speech
by (plan net fitness diehard) Albert Gore
describing raping, pillaging,
And looting dip lore
able incursions as heath n (moor
or less opprobrious upon poor
sacred Mother Nature
whimpering and softly doth roar
ring, now treated like a whore
telltale global devastation
impossible to ignore agog
pollution extant across
entire world wide web bog
gulls restorative legislation,
when offal debris doth clog
estuaries, where watersheds habitat
choking with despair,
thus imperative to grab hold collective
figurative (corny as this may seem) ear
cuz jackknifed, irreparable,
horrible gnashing fear
fully betokens catastrophic
environmental fractured glare
ring hooker impailment here
and everywhere.
continues ....
(for it 'twas by him that she was awoken).
'Dont listen to hate, or give in to fear,
He said with a countenance kindly,
remember your Vedas and mantras,
Let your be life be lived for the many,
and not for the few,
don't be led into fascism blindly'!
With these wise, timely words in her ears she awoke,
And said by Krishna! I feel so much better,
I must give to the poor and buy the big issue
off that bloke,
the one that's got the red setter.
Now she's totally restored to full yogic health,
and she volunteers at the hospice on Sundays,
'Social welfare should be funded by taxes on wealth!'
She says now, and every Monday
Suzanne can be found (when no one's around)
doing good deeds,
for strangers,
by stealth.
Gone is the curse of the ware squirrel,
but, what of Cyril?
Surely, there must be some news?
The rumour is that he joined Conservative Home,
And now works for Boris in Tory HQ.
The mystic sits down, in a yogic pose.
The chelas sit too, where energy flows.
The words were spoken, that inspired all.
To choose for the good, and to heed the call.
On their lifes mission, they would oft reflect.
On their masters words, and what he'd expect.
The guidance they knew, would help them to reach.
The height of their craft, for one day to teach.
So simple and pure, the lessons were learned.
The ones that raised up, not the ones that burned.
The myths and stories, of the good and bad.
the difference between, the happy and sad.
There is a reason, they chose the right,
One way is darkness, the other is light.
“If the Self is the negation of difference and nondifference, if it is the negation of knower and knowable, if there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the third, how can there be the fourth?”
Time makes kinetic, consciousness in space
but neither space nor time truly exist,
being but a template birthed by God’s grace,
terrains we navigate as a bliss mist.
Consciousness capsuled in form feels constrained,
since deep at its core it knows it is light,
hemmed in by space-time, to body-mind chained,
it searches for permanent bliss delight.
Power of bilocation is the key,
that as both immanent and transcendent,
poised at heart’s stillness centre, we are free,
beholding light of Self, bliss resplendent.
Dear souls, bother not about yogic states ~
We are living light that never abates
Jacaranda Moon
He had always been a wannabe hippie at heart
been crushed though by reason and unsolicited
fear while booze was no misguided answer no more
In defeat shattered retreat advance rehabilitation
Kai succumbed to steps into an unknown world
After praying to the Sun God of yogic proportions
the word love flowed out scripted in Jacaranda
petals in soil underneath the tree of life and a poet
tree in motion of change and growth they flowered yet
unknown and unfolded from scraps of bark and design
‘This is so funny’ a fellow struggler pointed out and in
‘there was a woman here some weeks ago’ a beautiful soul
who spelt the word love on the grass in same purple petals
One day adrift she appeared in now famous blue dress
and like an arrow and bee to the honey he
approached the stranger whom he must have known in
some previous life ‘You must be Tai and we have
something in common’ out of the very same blue which
adorned her beautiful body and beautiful mind
Against all odds they made even and love in heartfelt sense
and all senses drawn painted and joined on the hips ever since
‘If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon’ and spoons
scoop moons in the Universe which has become the
greatest gift ever bestowed for soul mates and lovers in hottest
pursuit of Sun Goddess showering violet dreams from above
In a flash in skin on skin and memories shared they
eloped together guided by the moon and its many meanings
Tai and Kai are flying 'Taikaiwe' together to the stars and beyond
on height and highs of love ‘Taibelle Mountain’
pushing and pulling rising and shining in serenity and passion
One day a couple of petals a present out of absolute nowhere
recast and transformed life’s story retold and reformed
shines lavender lilac union unimagined but real
13th February 2017