One more turn in this chaotic journey,
The same nightmares to paint this apocalyptic reality.
Traitors, hypocrites, liars, the jealous, the hateful and the slanderers darken my dreams.
Forced to blaspheme just to gain the attention of the Universal Force.
A few victims, a few indelible scars to be seen as legitimate in the eyes of hell.
I shook hands with darkness just to survive this horror movie.
Living in misery and poor health is an infernal loop the Reaper greatly enjoys.
No trust left in the human race.
I’ve walked alone ever since I could stand on my own two feet.
One last journey, one final tribute in this putrid microcosm.
“God dwells in our heart, just as we dwell in His ~
This is the truth, not a koan or a quiz”
~ quote by poet
The source wherefrom manifestations arise,
holds within Itself infinite vibrations,
which when crystallise, we weigh, measure and size,
assigning labels to imbibed sensations.
With this understanding we may realise
sacred geometry in God’s creations,
that as is on earth so it is in heaven,
pattern being same across chakras seven.
Within this sanctum
of breath and bone—
ten trillion anchorites
mimic their devotions.
Bacteria threading
blood’s vermilion rivers
braiding holy water
into the cathedral
of now.
Their alchemy transmutes
starlight
into the wine of existence—
decanted
from Orion’s mythical vine.
Viruses—
those threshold wraiths
between being
and unbeing—
inscribe new verses
in the living gospel
of our chromosomes.
Fungi a cappella
in mycelial tongues
through marrow’s moaning chambers
decomposing resurrection
from each small death
we die.
We are not hosts—
but cantatas
still composing themselves
in light.
Each cell—
a verse rehearsing resurrection.
Hark:
your pulse conducts
this unseen choir
where mortal breath
becomes immortal song.
And in this sacrosanct
communion of kingdoms,
we learn
we were never “I”—
but a constellation of prayers:
timeless,
boundless—
Bacteria
Viruses
Fungi
Me—
becoming
one.
“he astringed a vein in the loquacious tongue
- triggered plunger syringe needle and zaz...-
now see how this psychedelia is fleeting
and the silent world that in rainbows dissolves”
when and if you wanted to hide
the stings or dreams were like this
[this being one of other inapparent ways
to inoculate narcotics]
(people actually don't know
the paths of a map if they don't walk it)
people who are absent from themselves
lost by electronic platforms
inept and inania
ignore their core
because the organism stretches
as if all the members were
octopuses tentacular stems
but the world today is disenchantment
we are nanotragedy in microcosm
peddlers prostrate on ancestral rocks
mere distracted reptiles
disguised
dissolute
dysmorphic
dysphoric
dyslexics
distant.
I
EGO is "me" taking sides on Earth or in the universe
II
EGO is defined as a human picking sides (at any level, as if the Universe makes mistakes)
III.
About "no mistakes in the Universe" see tomorrow's posting here. Shalom shalom
In the blink of an eye we are washed away
'tis but a moment, our brief stay on this rock
that is spinning, turning in space, a speck in
the firmament, a lap in the race. A blip on
the monitor of life's endeavour, how do we
make our mark, if ever? From dust we are born
and to dust we return, our brief spell on Earth
full of lessons to learn. What is the purpose?
Life's grand plan? Is it entrusted merely to man?
Or, are we a cog? A part of the whole? Is our destiny
ours to control? Are we the masters of our own fate?
The clock is still ticking, it may not be too late.
He threw his club into the drink*
Muttered loudly, "My game stinks"
Then he made a hole-in-one
Jumped for joy, "This game is fun!"
__________________________
*The 'drink' on a golf course is a
water hazard, where you don't
want to hit your golf ball -- or
in this case, angrily throw your
golf club(s)!
A nanosecond clock in a micro universe
dividing billion cells, in proteins immersed.
Cobbled together, ladders of DNA blueprint
double-helix twisted, gene-code with no hint.
A-T-C-G dialect, like a Shakespeare sonnet,
chord of notes with quirky programs on it.
Mother Nature database of zillion Giga Bytes
an elegant mystery, how so small she writes?
Sequence of little molecules, makeup diverse
In a Genome Microcosm*, Life is a Universe.
*The word Microcosm in Greek means "Small Cosmos"
14th July 2019
Miniverse Contest
I walk among stars,
my vibrant soul resonates
their brilliant symphony.
It tells the story
of us, each reaching out for
the divine in the other.
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Date: 26 / 10 / 2016
Winner of Contest 241 (10 lines max)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Here, in this, the darkest grass
My tears have all but passed away
The day within this night won't last
For more than minutes anyway
The moon is set, a crystal stone
Against the sky like velvet dawn
Crimson, blackened pearls shine bright
Behind an ever-fading light
The night surrounds me
Here, I see
The purity within what fades
From all these empty days
And so burns down all that surrounds me
As I seek eternal flame
True darkness comes to all I see
To everything I name
Is this not how it's meant to be?
Finding shadows of ourselves in every hope we haven't see
Can there be more to this reality
Than what lies deep inside of you and me
The darkness of the seas we hoped to make of memories
That prove to be now nothing more than what we always wished we were
Oh can't you see
How we
are blind
Here, in this, the darkest grass
My tears have all but passed away
The day within this night won't last
For more than minutes anyway
The moon is set, a crystal stone
Against the sky like velvet dawn
Crimson, blackened pearls shine bright
Behind an ever-fading light
The night surrounds me
Here, I see
The purity within what fades
From all these empty days
And so burns down all that surrounds me
As I seek eternal flame
True darkness comes to all I see
To everything I name
Is this not how it's meant to be?
Finding shadows of ourselves in every hope we haven't see
Can there be more to this reality
Than what lies deep inside of you and me
The darkness of the seas we hoped to make of memories
That prove to be now nothing more than what we always wished we were
Oh can't you see
How we
are blind