The long skirt, a sudden spill of cream,
drags through a puddle of reflected gold.
Mimosa flares, a sincere, useless sun.
Two shadows walk into the painted light,
their shoulders squared against the brush strokes
of the absolute and pouring present.
The third man waits, a fixed, forgotten shape.
I know their names, yet only see the slick
materiality of black umbrellas,
and the sweet ache of almost feeling.
Idealism
versus
reality
In hope
that Quixote
prevails
Disappointed
again
reading the trends
Materiality
draining
the grail
Peer pressure
determines
what happens
Not some
high minded
value or tome
Greediness trumps
what our virtue
holds dear
Self interest
hitting
— closer to home
(Villanova University: January, 2024)
Follow me, my dear, to mythical shores of hypnotic dream,
Sail on my fantasies, driving passions of your zealous theme,
Afloat on tides of longing, musing on love’s passionate seas,
Vying paradise of bliss, propelling desires love-notions seize,
Savoring you in embrace romantic, ecstatic till the end of time,
Extolling life’s moments euphoric, alluring our love in prime.
As gilded smile of rising sun, sparkles gleaming skyline blue,
And ruby rays of dawn twinkle from glinting morning dew,
And meadows of spring-blossoms enthrall your fervid view,
And songs of our doting hearts, strumming love-tunes woo;
Cherishing memories enamored, forever vows we renew,
In Elysium of happiness, fate designed just for me and you.
Follow me, out of bleakness that questions meaning of life,
Follow me to enlightenment that negates angst of strife,
Follow me afar from the void of materiality, ego, and pride,
Follow me to the realms, that wisdom and virtues abide,
Follow me to self-awareness, questing halo of inner light,
Follow me on path to eternity, within walls of this life finite.
impermanence of
all materiality
is essence of life
souls search for the truth
transcending various forms
till they attain peace
soul needs to traverse
deep inside oneself until
in sync with outside
The river and the almond tree
are sacred totems for me.
They occupy primal ground
in my mind where the stuff
of who I am links
the esoteric to my history.
I keep them close, hidden from
the scoff of everyday me,
dread warden of fact
and skeptical of what strays
from the reach of materiality.
I come out at night to bathe
in the river and pick plump almonds
from the almond tree.
They nourish the inhabitants
of that inner world who compose
symphonies from the light
of stars and shape words
seeking a moment for them
to take breath in my poetry.
SIMPLIFICATION
misted
moments
thoughts
crowd together
tantalises
to
contemplate
their fragility
where
thinking deep
&at
a
distance
in
the
rain
&
tumble
of everyday
bower of feeings
conception
in
the plethora
of detail
materiality
&erupt
in
a passion
for
the
intense
&
tactile
process
of shaping
light
Liquid light crystallised as blood
Entwines with pranic magnetism
God's life force in incessant motion
Enlivening organic mind-body form
Forming an ego to navigate earth
Which is driven by survival instinct
Ego seeks our undivided attention
Within this world of myriad illusions
To enhance thus it’s own well being
Given this preamble, the path is clear
For soul to again become living light
Here and now, within this materiality
Keeping attention fixated on the truth
In alignment with voice of conscience
With our heart rooted in purity of being
We yet have to walk the talk, however
Moment to moment, breath by breath
22-October-2022
This poem is not a Black Lives Matter hashtag
That it will seek justice for George Floyd
It is not a racial stereotype
Or a free the back hype
This poem is not to seek bail
For the black in jail
It will not in anyway
Bring back Khalili to life
This poem is not for the *****
Or for the pale blonde general
It`s content is not to make
A turn into a slinger
This poem is not a humanist
That it will bring back humanity
It is not a humorist
That it will amuse your eternity
This poem is a plea to the racist
To stop racism
For humanity is lost in materiality
I
The purpose of death is to understand life.
II
We can learn from death by letting go ... Of materiality, and observing nonchalantly ...
III
We practice being a "disinterested" observer of death & dying ... By accepting it's a door, not an exit, and finding Nature's balance in taking back
IV
Humor? Death is how nature takes back and recycled all we ate on this planet! It's fair to life
Poetry is the immateriality of the text,
poem is the concrete text, materiality
of poetry ...
Poetry is deep,
poem is form ...
Poetry is depth,
poem is clothing
and formality ...
We only have poetry if we materialize
the verbality of words, phrases and verses
unlike worldly conversations of
everyday... !
viewing an object of desire
immersion in materiality
losing ourself therein
slave to the senses
lustful passions rising
our thirst keeps deepening
correspondent to indulgence
poised yet as an animated thought
heart awaiting actual fulfilment
wherefrom we gradually shift
our attention into the void
smiling at the descent
of consciousness
self serving
looking within
through foggy vision
mind offers specious logic
to placate our feel good factor
in alignment with our belief system
that we may carelessly dismiss
the root cause of ego craving
as deep dark delusion
owing to our stupor
stagnating in mind body
at Guna Tamas and Rajas
self blocking the Satva impulse
call of love divine in our heart
beckoning us in earnest
to meld head therein
in tranquil bliss
no judgment
rather recognition
of what is as is within
rising and ebbing emotions
having roots in our lower mind
which we then simply transmute
by allowing divine magnetism
to gently steer energies
into pathways of love
ever present within
our glowing heart
03-February-2021
Materiality of form an asset, imbibing & assimilating divine energy at a cognisable rate of vibration, enabling surfing the waves of bliss electricity by transiting from form to formlessness whilst in form. The waves which rise & fall, steadying to a humming purr, a tranquil peaceful expansive joy ever present. Boundaries between void & manifestation blur.
Haunting hum of Ohm
Within heart our spacial dome
Tranquil bliss at home
26-August-2020
infant life
near to celestial region in sense
just born after it's journey
knows nothing about materiality
smells fragrance till the life grows to child
in environment
from childhood lessens that fragrance
material's felt essence for need
qualification education and wealth
helps to have fame of deemed destination
Cutting through the doubt and fear,
I found my “self” in a wash of enlightenment.
Flooded by my own awakening I am renewed;
spirit in materiality; power in a box.
Packaged dreams await production;
Manifest in their own time.
“Miracles” some say;
“Talent”, observe others.
I am a channel,
Pouring light into a world so unaware…
so dark.
Illusions for an un awakened world
are imagination, fiction dreamed
by a child’s mind and the world sleeps on and on.
The Master Passed through the heart of town
The crowd was huge and crushing down
She couldn’t reach him, began to probe
And finally touched him on the robe
He felt the jolt of energy
And turned around so he could see
“Who touched me there that I could feel”
She said “t’was me, you made me heal”
“Your faith has healed you” sayeth he
“It was your faith it wasn’t me
You thought t’was me but you will find
It was the God within your mind”
“For every one has God within
The Father in me is also in you
All that stops you is your sin
As you believe so be it for you”
His disciples asked him “what is sin?”
And he did not hesitate
If you want to avoid the cost of sin
He said “do not do what you hate “
The miracles you see are not miracles, you see
These things and greater will you also do
When you learn to imitate me
You will do all these things too
For He is just an older soul
Come back to help man rise above
His desperate state of materiality
And teach them how to love
The highest vibration man can reach
Is pure agape love
This is the message he came to teach
To help man rise above
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