Gathering fantasies over here
Warm holiday books feat setting near
Stomping crimson red grapes
Imagining romantic fate
Characters dreaming of cupid's spear
Madness to the Method
It did not come from mode of method,
nor from the charted mind.
But sprung from a will-o'-the-wisp
spark in the blind spot shadow,
of the brain, disentangled and drifting.
The idea slipped in sideways,
from the periphery of focus,
when attention was distracted,
by the flit of eyes glancing,
in other ways on other days,
For the more you look,
the less likely you are to see,
the brilliant gems lying
invisible to naked eyes,
blinded by the wont-of-desire
for discovery, to stare intensely
at the target, and not look away.
But, it takes a touch of madness,
to notice strange occurrences,
in the clutter and debris of
random observations falling
like ticker-tape from
still-born mode-of-method showers,
of collected failures-to-disprove.
It takes the madness of
serendipity for one
to take potluck picks
in the box of tricks
smart minds often miss,
to pick winners
with happenstance.
A smile painted on, hair removed from my chin.
Another day of pretence about to begin.
False interest in the latest fashions and trends.
Fabrication of engagement to allow ends to meet ends.
Each contrived interaction wished quickly away.
Although nobody realises, as I act through my day.
Conversations conducted with unwitting stealth.
Insofar as I struggle to distinguish 'me' from myself.
An identity distorted a strain on my morals.
Struggling to navigate life's insignificant quarrels.
Dismissive remarks, I've had a day and a life full.
As insults fire from your tongue like a bolt-action rifle.
Diffused with humour and previously learned guidance.
The gap between who I was and who I am significantly widens.
The question 'who am I?' continues to stop and then start.
It can only be answered with 'what stories am I a part?'.
Like a chameleon meandering, transient through the day.
Depending on the act, and the part that I play.
Question your beliefs, assumptions too,
Seeking reliable info that's true blue.
Analyze arguments, break them down,
Look for logic, don't let errors abound.
Different views, we're keen to explore,
Understanding others, we adore.
Evidence matters, it holds the key,
Separating fact from fantasy.
Reflect on thoughts, with an open mind,
Admitting when new truths as we find.
Changing perspectives, a better choice,
Letting reason speak with a clear voice.
Critical thinking, our trusted guide,
Lets us make choices, with wisdom beside.
Inquiring minds, we'll always be,
With critical thinking, we'll truly see.
Though it's just a rhyme, it's meant to convey,
The power of critical thinking every day.
So let's nurture these skills, both young and old,
And watch our minds grow, smart and bold.
to cover your breaks
blame your neighbor
to remove your wrongs
love your next door.
The truth will always remain opaque
Designed to be hidden in silence
An eternal dialogue of the dead
Clues led us to pieces - keys opened doors,
Within doors hiding enduring puzzles of secrecy
Floating through life on a soul journey
Drifting like rogue seeds to be planted,
Searching for the universal skeleton key
All too quick to find coincidence in leagues
Absent of the big picture is the illusion
That what we are searching for can be found
Yet missing a single viable truth - the quest
Frankii Fame
8-29-2022 12:12
Hypothesis:
Hurt is
Whether you want it
Or not
Experimental Design:
In whatever a day is
And while appearing sane
I will work my way through
One bottle of drugstore scotch
One nickel bag of back alley weed
One 10-year-old’s scrip of Ritalin
Results:
Scotch hurts
And I want a dime of weed
And a grown-up’s scrip for Vicodin
Conclusion:
Hypothesis proven -
But damn
I don’t care anymore
let’s keep softening attention
until thought vaporisation
flowing always in the moment
cognisant of the joy current
making this our meditation
27-September-2021
I am feeling
that revolution in anything
is a dream
to be fulfilled
and to keep it changing for this purpose or better
thus by its good winds
and hints to change
I am feeling
that revolution in anything
is a character
to be attended
which when is found wanting or missing
there will be
fading or failures
I am feeling
that revolution in anything
is something to balance
its voices
lamented and still lamenting
that we heard
yester night or even now
can hear echoing
oh! I am feeling
that revolution in anything
is a need and an essence
to polish and keep such state
virile and composed
for indeed, there is already
an example
of this light that it is ...
advancing
without the loss of generality.
As we solve mysteries
of yesterday’s magic,
new mysteries unfold.
Upon heart yearning for divine connect
Consciousness aligned, Sushumna erect
Stirrings begin arising at the root
Entranced by melody of Krishna’s flute
Ascending by path of least resistance
Energy flows in childlike innocence
Whilst the Ida and Pingala do spiral
The rapid central funnel optimal
Whilst we cannot determine the pathway
Distilling attention, we cease to sway
Distanced from all ego cravings feral
We melt into the void ethereal
This non-doer doing, meditation
Positioning ourself in cessation
Empty within, blockages do vaporise
Readying us to imbibe the surprise
We would do well to repeat this practice
Rekindling thus, our innate innocence
Becoming lighter, our form magnetised
Surrender induces Shakti to rise
What happens thereafter, automatic
Shakti being the all knowing mystic
Rises to the crown, descends to the heart
Union therein and bliss ignition starts
The energy path is clear and direct
Love aligned, all we do is stand erect
Trusting the flow of the current divine
Love electrified for love yet does pine
19-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)
A lesson plan now
A micro teaching,how?
A mental block, sure
Experiential learning pure
Trainèr turned student
Who will be more prudent
The pressure is real
Will I over deliver, I feel
My spirit soars with wisdom afresh
Born to unravel the learning mesh
Applying the scientific method now
Pushed to the limit by the cash cow
Swimming in madness
Splashing diving and searching
For you my gladness
March 26, 2020
4pm PST
At 1st, Words On Words ...
Engage Exceptions,
Uncertainty Opened,
Tension, Thought,
Comprehension, Insights Discovered,
Fresh Paradigm Apprehension !
And All Started,
With the Ramchal's Call for Dialectic Investigation
Morpheus's Method
Two pills to choose from
quickly one must think.
One, with Morpheus shall remain
the other, one must drink.
Blue is one, it is the ice that freezes you
into the life of a blind and deaf mule.
Red is the other, it ignites the fire within
and becomes that fire's fuel.
Only one may be swallowed.
The importance of choice, you must see.
Blue, causes continued blindness
and red, sets the mind free.
This is the method of Morpheus
used in a search, so long ago begun.
Until Morpheus finally freed the man,
who would become, The One.
The One, who would see in green code
and bring things broken, to mend.
The One, who took the beginning
and introduced it to the end.
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