A MONK WITH NO GOD
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Line of inquiry: “a homogeneous mass of consciousness, God as the all there is, mind cannot name, being both immanent and transcendent, living light intimate in heart aflame.”
not a god of names, but
the hum holding the cosmos together
the petrichor scent after rain
the miracle of conception and birth
the hummingbird’s beating heart
the quiet between my thoughts, as close as my own heart
the vastness between planets
it does not answer prayer
it is the prayer
a homogenous mass?
only to the mind that tries to comprehend it.
I rest on the old stone
and watch my fingers tremble.
No one speaks here,
and only the air leans in.
Sunlight comes through the window,
dust spinning in the quiet.
It moves through my bones,
a warmth that needs no name.
The garden breathes outside the walls,
its edges trembling in slow rhythm.
I move with it…
no shrine, no chant,
only this stillness…
and I am whole,
even without a god.
Prevailing heavens blest with natural forces,
begs atonement by the humble wheatfield,
quizzingly warranted by eyes gone adrift,
by the chapels’ stained glassed portrayal,
crisscross subjective and the objective,
of the innate witness human challenge,
but to say it isn’t so; summons a review,
of the individual, not by what’s thought,
intrinsic behavior evolves humankind,
furthers involvement by that abstract,
dare not His name per the first of ten,
as the unsheathed bearing its sword,
coalescent heeds the many essences,
fluidity cruises its pull o’er the masses,
as the Titanic shielded its rumored ills,
a song paralyzed hope as uneventful,
ears filled with the air of pulpits' yield,
subject thyself to that nameless one,
compassion is the herald objective,
distant from the ploys of the astray.
A Monk With No God
Delta wave slumber, healing and pure.
Nothing the subconscious cannot cure.
All-in-all essence—creation’s force.
Impossible to name life’s true source.
Permeating worlds beyond count,
With grace, those cosmic numbers surmount.
Divine illumination within,
Consciousness eternal, without end.
“I think,” and thus prove that I exist—
Such an argument can be dismissed.
Unmeasured thought: no length, breadth, or weight.
Nothing to quantify or translate.
Cosmos expanding faster than light;
Humankind struggles with their own plight.
If nothing is greater than one’s mind,
How shall eternity be defined?
A monk with no god Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
9/22/2025
All light converging
each thought a star in the field,
woven in longing—
the Omega Point awaits,
joining as one breath of minds.
All matter contains
a spiritual facet
the within of things—
stones dream within river's flow
all converging as one soul
God, hidden, yet near
transcendent immanent flame,
homogeneous—
synthesis of consciousness,
intimate, unquenchable.
to be liberated whilst as yet alive
requires unwavering focus on the Self
vibrant always in toroidal heart’s bliss hive
with no agenda remaining on our shelf
as God’s magnetism shifts into overdrive
and dwelling in peace life flows on by itself
we are awake when without mirrors we see
that God alone is and we are as is He
No one comes and no one goes
as Self dwelling in heart knows,
sipping love’s magic potion,
observing life in motion.
Passions squashed, ego exhumed,
presence with bliss mists perfumed,
nonchalant to quirks of fate,
the monk stands at heaven’s gate.
As bliss in-pours through heart’s door,
non-judging eye keeps no score,
holding all in embrace,
seeing in all hearts, God’s face.
With bliss as the monk’s consort,
stance erect without support,
attachments having let go,
his abode is the bardo.
free from thought and free from desire
no earthy goals left to aspire
vibrant without a to-do list
he who has become a bliss mist
knowing this world is but a stage
impacted not by other’s rage
nonjudgmental eye, tranquil heart
deeming all souls one, none apart
outcomes any, at peace within
a purified heart, free from sin
egoless and bereft of pride
recognising God dwells inside
equal to birth death, rise and fall
walking path of truth, standing tall
present in the now, all the time
drenched in rapture of bliss beat’s chime
when heart
contracts
we pause
the cause
looking
feeling
our eye
mindful
focus
softened
as soul
not form
that thus
as space
stoic
waves ebb
bliss beats
pulsate
which we
embrace
the void
is filled
we feel
complete
Sans thought, memory fades, we rest,
in time stretched peace, by God’s hand blessed,
poised as awareness self-aware,
laying in the void, our soul bare,
empty of both fear and desire,
as we’re torched by God’s cosmic fire,
pervading every cell of form,
touch divine with which we conform,
our focus firm by night and day,
treating this dream life as mere play.
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 fully illumines mind-body prism.
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
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 create an ocean with sandy floor
Coral and sea critters swim in harmony with notes
The same notes that glow when played
Or the music may stop as an audio bops of
A jazz or opera singer pauses for emphasis
The view would be of anyone anything
Related to musical production 3d limitless
First a low lone bell chimes to alert the mind
Of a melody about to unwind like a clocks time
Then strings blend like a waterfall of rhythm
Coloring each note as a glowing universal ghost
Ghosts of civilization past present and future
Each song moves along melting into the next
Which could be a country song or a monk chanting
The magical notes twirl and float melting into the end
For it softly samples all music with minds open
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.
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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