In avoidance of pain & turmoil
I free myself from stubborn resistance
if Zeno of Citium were my guide
I’d fly, I’d glide, I’d know,
the natural order of the universe
instead I tumble where perception
lacks & tiers collide, I ride its waves
through chambers of vibrance,
scaled up or down, heaping hues,
strapping shapes & piercing patterns
of visual vignettes, graffiti graphics
toward tangency, I roam
rows of layered loops sorted
clarity rings forward, there is
a center piece lotus flower,
its wafting pollen stands still
as its petals protect me from falling
Electrolytes spark spasmodically
oscillate, bursting braincells
designs designate higher plains
I thirst for more euphoric phantasmagoria
& chase this balm through twisted tangles
& wiry webs of rebirth, a new existence calms
where soul separate from flesh explore
near death’s domain, a non-existence
free from outside influence
from stubborn resistance
fatigue & fallacy is painless
& in this immortal matrix,
I am faceless
All candles tall and short,
Whether stout or very slim,
Do but always impart
Light, which is never ever dim.
Watch the roses grow,
They don’t mind the thorns.
Seen the lotus glow,
Ne’er the slush it scorns.
So too must we shine,
In our own little way,
For in God’s own time
Our actions will repay.
Ne’er be disheartened,
If your contributions seem small.
As burdens are lightened,
By the sincere efforts of all!
Copyright © by Crystal David John
The hardest part playing Sparks In The Dark,
Is trying to keep focus.
All my thoughts, go lost in part, miss the mark, in my most intentional moments.
Stuck in my head, not present, never focused when I'm against my opponents.
So all I want, to keep me strong, to play along, is my Magic Lotus.
My Magic Lotus, the elixir to focus, it's magnetic, kinetic, it's hocus pocus.
It's the most important component of having the most precious of moments.
Vivid dreaming, live streaming, an intense array of your strongest emotions.
Sparks In The Dark finally mastered without disaster in a matter of moments.
Where molten sunset bleeds across the lake,
A single rose ignites in golden fire,
Her silken petals flushed with amber wake.
She crowns the water like a living pyre,
Each layered heart ablaze with liquid light,
While trembling ripples chase the sun's desire.
Pink sisters drift in shy, reflected might--
Their velvet heads aglow on mirrored glass,
As emerald lily pads in silence write
A secret map of shadow, gleam, and brass,
Small lotus lanterns flicker, ruby-bright,
And cast warm halos where the darkness mass.
The distant mountains blush in violet night,
Their jagged crowns still drinking dying rays,
As every ripple sings the fading light.
Yet one great rose, in radiant display,
Drinks deep the sky's last wine and holds the day.
We turn inward our gaze
To meet God in heaven within, our ordained fate
And then laze
Each breath sunrise
Thoughts cease, vibrant bliss beats pulsate
Pride dies
Peace dove
Mission does state
Love
We turn inward our gaze
Thoughts cease, vibrant bliss beats pulsate
Love
phantom of red heart
lotus lips candy kisses
cancer can’t kill love
No one died,
but something in me did.
A pressure in my chest,
a burning ache in my heart.
An emptiness in my stomach,
but no meal to save me.
I’m too late to be saved.
So instead, I mourn.
No one died,
but grief of the heart…it kills.
Death by invisible heartbreak,
no funeral,
no closure,
no one bringing me flowers.
Alone, I mourn.
A loss too silent.
Too quiet to hear.
Too hidden to see.
A soft suffocation,
I’m being buried alive.
Still,
I fight to reach air.
Beyond dirt,
beyond sticks,
beyond stones.
From the mud,
I breathe.
I’m not broken.
I’m healing.
I’m not buried,
I’m planted.
And like a lotus,
I’ll rise.
Words and gestures are not what matter
What only matters is what they transmit.
Btw, we all transmit, all the time
But usually it’s all just more bullsh*t.
Yet with connection we can connect
And receive the blessing of the scent
Long forgotten yet still it lingers
Making mundane lives at last well spent.
(11/16/25)
The door was locked forever more
But somehow it found the key
Through evil lies and wickedness
It gained a forced unwanted entry
There I saw the face of Hell
Terrifying as it was
I gave a cry, I gave a yell
In its black and spectral buzz
And standing there from a poisoned well
Uttering sounds of foreign nonsense
In a tongue unknown like a deceiving spell
It moved close to the threshold of my innocence
For years I was haunted by this event
It did though seem forever away gone far
So I became less vigilant
And in un-thinking left the door ajar
Then poisoned gas disguised as perfume
Came flowing in through the crack
A final blow to thoroughly consume
A soul and body in a newly planned attack
I shut the door in its face fast
Locked from the inside
The memories passed through it cast
Into the fires of Hell with nowhere to hide
And the noise of a troubled mind
Was dissolved into a new gained peace
Like lotus flowers reflowering we find
On a Kashmir lake all joy and release
She moves with royal abandon,
a sight of white satin and gold.
A face of angelic delight,
a beauty that's heavenly bold.
The court of the golden rule,
where judgment is made on the run.
Whether a good day or dark sky,
life for shadows, death for no sun.
Books full of drama are many,
the youth searching for what love is.
Face in the mirror with no name,
A life that depends on a wish.
The swim of indian incense,
The power of brotherly love.
Mastery in the martial arts,
the blessings that come from above.
A life of honor will hold true,
when you're thought of as a brother.
Then the stars will redeem your soul,
when you learn to love each other!
sun rises in east, lotus turns its head to west, birds fly towards nest
PINK PERFECTION
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lotus
pink perfection
rising from murky depths
unfolding beauty, grace, and peace
hope
If intent and actions
are cause and effect
and influence the future
what you give is what you get
and yet
what about children
caught in the crossfire
when very young
murdered in man's mire
they have not yet begun
to live
and love is all they have to give
so much for karma
symbolised by the lotus flower
but whereabouts is it
in their most needed hour
forsaken by fortune
they answered fate's call
tho' no reason not to do good
our own sad destiny awaits us all
A sitting takes me to an attic of raw light
bestowing quiet glow for travelers
unyielding to a precise compass
of direction, a spaceless space nourished as it
were, losing the self to Bodhi-like clouds
and nomadic lotus spins.
I release this soul buried
in the kundalini to a congregation
of ambient tunes saying nothing,
taking flight unto a hymn of
unknown center , balanced
and steadily grounded--
no more weight or cities divided
united by forms of one core,
My malleable flesh dissolving into tiny
breaths; it floats with grace
ascending the next chi
as I go deep, deeper..high, higher
until this my body- mind- spirit marries
in a ceremony of quietude,
the airiness of journeying
through this unshaped season
fed by something
unbidden in my life so blessed:
I step outside my body, somewhere,
without a trace that lightbeams
expand my journey to higher dimension
searching for a mantra of stars....
The dainty walk of Chinese women
beyond the Wall in olden days
was due to cruel and unusual punishment
confined and constrained by strange customary ways
victims of fashion prisoners of fad
small feet were in sadly big were bad
forced to wear a pair of lotus shoes
very small baby steps were all they took
altho' it wasn't until 1912 or so
when the girls were finally let off the hook
back then 'pon seeing his new-born daughter
especially when she cried
a Chinaman was bound to say
'Those toes are fit to be tied.'
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