Monk Poems - Poems about Monk

Opportunities galore come our way but since ego has long since vaporised, we look at this seduction as mere play, having been by Holy Spirit baptised, no longer by illusions hypnotised. Life as impulsed unfolds all by itself, so we have no agenda in our shelf, more so since we’ve invoked bliss magnetism and have beheld in clear sight, light of Self, which...

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sensory delight captivates our attention negating the light of Self be this as it may as a nonchalant witness we are free within the dream...

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3d music bot that makes hearts swoon Is what I’d leave melodies on the moon Musical notes float like a magical mirror Reflecting views of places applicable to each song The notes can gather and form a body that dances Or dissolve like sand to create lands sang about For instance a song about the sea would be watery The notes would...

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Cognisant of but yet nonchalant to events that would have upset us before, we witness this dream as life does renew, without feeling drawn to keep any score, for we’re empty though vibrant at our core, recognising life flows on by itself, with all that matters being light of Self....

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onset of angst is noticed by soul’s eye it should not be there yet it is ripples surface and we feel our heart sigh we dissolve delusion in love’s bliss fizz...

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Thelonious Monk, In a world where he spins not just notes, but notes where bebop rides vibes/ Monk plays funk, Groovy good-time funk, A jazz revolution, a sonic delight/ No, Thelonious Monk did not play funk, But what if he did?/ are you hip to the scene a smoky room filled with the beat,...

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bliss suffused emptiness is the norm we look not in the past or ahead all that is is this now where we dwell...

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Having slowed down thought flow and so relinquished identity, although formless presence continues to ensoul organic form, there now remain no ego cravings that confine consciousness, whose fulcrum is centred somewhere in the vast, vibrant void, beyond the invisible cage of space and teasing taunts of time and so as awareness bilocates between duality and singularity, bliss energised fullness in emptiness...

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the socially awkward erudite recluse who suddenly disappeared one day remained unacknowledged till death lacking tact scratched no one’s back thus remained in self-imposed exile yet invisible spirits gathered around perhaps drawn to an ethereal scent of a vivifying effervescence emitted no witness has come forward to speak of his touch transforming auric fields so the secrets relayed remain unknown save to those who...

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Indigo moods within my chest Not choosing foods like chicken breast I’m gently beginning vegetarians quest And I’m pretty hungry I must confess I still eat butter I still eat cheese So I’m not exactly following lead Of strict vegans who’d turn up nose Because I haven’t let dairy go Now I do enjoy almond milk The taste of cows milk makes me...

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If intent be pure, outcomes as may be any, oh hermit, all’s forgiven. Nonjudgmental eye observes waves in the ocean, according no preference....

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In, within but not of the world, in cave of heart with bliss mists curled, soul at peace, radiates God’s light, vibrant both by day and by night, joyous as flag of love’s unfurled....

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Could my sudden bought of acid reflux Be the cause of doubt in so called love Hmmm I asked the monk if I am distracted From finding enlightenment she reacted Seems we all have karma in life We can’t escape it but we can try What if I was this really blind soul In a future past life What should I...

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Heads or tails, either which ways, options will present themselves and we’ll go through the motions, vibrant and blissful....

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We cannot ascend till negating fear, as also desires, we live internally, refining our responses, mindfully gentling our actions, recognising we must walk the talk, moment after moment, day after day. Yogic practice, prayers and chants help not, unless we emote love breath by breath, deeming all souls one, none apart, enlivening those we meet, with joyous tenderness, feeling in their hearts, God’s pure spirit, that pervades our form too....

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