A couple of days ago
I had an encounter
It was very educational
Many lives in illusion
They're very delusional
If you're not aware
You'll fall in their well
Then You start living in a warfare.
They believe in illusion
Which is void
Thinking it's reality
No wonder
Christ was crucified
The truth is really bitter
They all like sugar coated lies.
The work they put in
Is different from what they want
Show them love
They'll still snub
Because they're domb
Just to feed their norms
Always following societal programming.
Categories:
mediation, africa, creation, dark, dedication,
Form: Narrative
In mediation of my own identity, do you see an involuntary army of one?
Failed my fellowship, a downpour I need myself the most; affectionate landslides run
'Cause if rain erosion is all that matters, destruction at most may not have begun;
Incomplete confidence; me asking for anything from the world can not be undone
Consciousness is the way that my character has been branded by the sun;
So if me asking for help does surprise you or, for that matter, anyone;
My shoulders will silently continue to carry this burden alone by the ton
Admitting you were cherished to the edge of the greater; that's when I won;
Hidden in plain sight, yet it's beyond amazing how deeply you can stun
Infinity, selfishly rich, is worthless compared to a snow-day with someone
Categories:
mediation, appreciation, deep, devotion, introspection,
Form: Monorhyme
("Rainbow Body" - detail, 2018, original encaustic)
Like Honey in the Sun
The other night I dreamt
of a fork in my spiritual path.
At a place where many gathered
to engage in spiritual retreat,
one group went off to sit
with silent inward focus,
while I joined another for a month
in the playful practice of simply making music.
And as we started in a loose kind of jam
I noticed there in the space before me
a stream of honeybees flying back and forth
working an invisible line
building something in midair, glowing
transparent like honey in the sun…
Showing me the essence
Radiant with inner light
An inhuman presence
Softly warm and liquid bright
(1/26/24)
Categories:
mediation, music, nature, religious, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
I sit
reading poems of Chinese sages
with their paintings of mountains and mist
from a thousand years ago.
Outside, snow falls like it did then,
and inside, I muse on it and the ways of the world
as they did too.
In between, the sights and sounds of today wash over me
like in a dream
in a place and as a person I am always
only just getting to know
never quite sure I can accept
or trust what they have to offer;
security and comfort,
while snow continues to fall
amid mountains cloaked in mist.
(1/4/2021, first published in my 5th book of poems and stories, EXTRACTING THE ESSENCE, 2021)
Categories:
mediation, introspection, nature, poems, winter,
Form: Free verse
Addiction is what happens
when mediation doesn't happen.
Addiction is what happens
with my feelings
when mediation doesn't happen
in MeWe conscious thoughts.
Addiction is what happens
with bipolar up and down
dipolar co-arising feelings
when compassionate mediation
doesn't happen in ego/eco-systemic
bicameral Both/And thoughts.
Addiction
to hearing oneself chatter away
is what happens
when more modest mediation
doesn't happen.
Addiction to fast-paced competition happens
when cooperative mediation doesn't.
Addiction happens
when mediation
doesn't, quite so much.
Addiction
to mediation
doesn't do much.
Mediating
addictions
does all else.
Categories:
mediation, addiction, anxiety, health, humor,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
C lear your slate
O bserve the universe around you
N avigate the seas and stars
T ravel the lands and galaxies
E levate your aspirations
M itigate the risks and
P acify wanton fears
L et them not define you
A spire to boundless heights
T ranscend false limitations
I llusions meant to confine you
O bliviate these nagging falsehoods
N urture what’s godlike within you
AP: 2nd place 2022
Posted on April 7, 2022
Categories:
mediation, adventure, confidence, courage, hope,
Form: Acrostic
Into each other they bump
And their grievances dump
The Marked and The With-A-Stump
Sticking together: a clump?
Really, something of magic
Able to challenge logic,
Their wine-filled mouth, mumps
While the marked money pumps…
A resurrection of kicks of their rumps
And mimicry of cows with humps!
One heaven of a reconciliation,
No third-party mediation.
Categories:
mediation, break up, conflict, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
I often sit and wonder as time goes by.
I think of how I have lived and how I will die.
Will I be remembered by my children as I grow old?
Did I help to create some magical words of gold?
Does beautification reflect one’s soul?
Did I appreciate the soup that was prepared for my bowl?
Should I fight the good fight or just let it be?
Are my mother and father still proud of me?
There are so many questions that now cross my mind.
What shall I seek and what will I find?
Have I been a good person, have I done all that I can?
Will I be forgiven with the rest of man?
Upon introspection I can now conclude.
I will hold my head high with the morals I’ve accrued.
With Jesus as my savior I know that I will survive.
I’ll just let him take the wheel so he can drive.
October 26, 2020
Inward Reflections Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
mediation, faith,
Form: Rhyme
I agree with sacred teachers
who advocate I best not feel resonantly privileged
while meditating
to take part in something special
like sacred mysteries
of sabbath revolutions.
And yet,
I only half agree.
This secularizing paradigm
would promote democratic accessibility
and convenient evolution of educational systems,
transport and marketing of organic integrity
and win/win compassionate systems
to left-brain dominant calculators
extractors
deducers
labelers
reducers
either/or thinkers
without co-developed sacred feelings.
My other half
remains prime zero-rooted
in EarthMother's primal health/wealth relationship
through non-violent communion,
Peaceful reign of eco-feminist EarthJustice
sacredly felt
and secular thought through
deep EarthTribe nutritional
well-lit
warm
empowering
regenerate bilateral intelligence.
Categories:
mediation, community, education, feelings, health,
Form: Political Verse
Standing on a bridge
Himalayas Mountains close by
Heaven opened up
Misty dreams
Granted wishes
Adoring Father Sky
A whiff of freedom
Granted this moment
I felt whole
Meditation glory
Breathing mountain air
Showed me a new world
Silence of the morning
Brought in all my senses
Nurturing me wholly
His grace
Fell on my loving heart
Granting me the joy
I had been seeking
Categories:
mediation, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Lake wind
slakes still water's
need for flight--
its envy of sea waves
devouring web-prints
of seagulls, a
temporary tableau
giving it wings
where there
are none
Categories:
mediation, freedom,
Form: Ballad
Looking in the mirror,
I see to my surprise
A completely different person
Starring deep into my eyes.
The carefree little girl
I saw at age 4 and 5
Has now become a young woman
Fighting to survive.
In a world filled with madness
That surrounds me everyday,
It’s frightening to think
I could be killed for what I say.
Remembering a time so long ago,
Picnics, swing sets,
Barbie’s and water parks,
A time when I didn’t worry
About others remarks.
It’s scary
That time flies by so fast
And what I used to call the present
Has now become my past.
And when I look into the mirror,
What I see looking back at me,
Is the face of an aspiring
Young woman
Where the little girl used to be.
Categories:
mediation, childhood, time, girl, time,
Form: I do not know?
Braille sand on my skin
Blind tide written, to be read
by the moon's fingers.
Categories:
mediation, art, imagination, nature, sea,
Form: Senryu