the cat walked by
it didn't care for
my hand
"At my bitter wits' end,"
was her mutter.
"Both of them?"
facetiously, I did utter.
"I'm beside myself,"
emotionally, she cried.
"A split personality,"
jokingly, I replied.
"No, I am but one,
and all tangled up I've become,"
instantly, her rebuff.
"At a loose end then?"
I questioned, off the cuff.
"Tied up in knots, more like it,"
in distress, her response.
"Prepared, like a Boy Scout, I'll be your undoing,"
I observed, feigning nonchalance,
"Give the word, and then, who knows,"
hopeful, I had half a chance,
she heard me suggestively propose.
the abused
did not roll over
and tamely die
the ‘victim’ just blew
a kiss of love
the void
holds no grudges
the oppressor
inevitably suffered
as hate spewed spread poison
hold and release
love’s touch pleasing
with ease detached
what used to bother us
now no longer does
we live internally
in the moment
as presence
bliss energised
joyous to be alive
simply flowing slowly
in a state of surrender
embrace release
fear forms teasing
with ease flowing
The ballast of our Thursday afternoon
in the countryside lays distilled in your face.
Yawning like a cow in pasture eating sweet grass
your words flatten the moment.
Having no capacity of knowing
what you might see in an endless sky
you have seemingly died from boredom.
Your small dreams have squandered the butterfly’s wings
pathetically flapping ‘us’ into a Prantic trance,
We lay like sleeping rabbits under an erroneous sun
that does not rise above the numbness
of your wintering heart.
Gridlocked like a dog’s nose to the ground
on the scent of somewhere on a wall of many stains,
you hunt the missing birds sitting
on rainbows just out of reach,
then bait your hook to lure in the cold silver fish
reflected in diluted ponds of your resentment.
I wait…for a word never to be spoken while
you set your watch tightly
winding clock hands that spin in circles within your eyes
on a face of numbers that never leaves
its constant bemusement of wilted flowers.
He who sought, now is no more,
so whilst heart seeks no encore,
fortitude our attitude,
marked with gratitude.
we may experience life
vibrantly, yet without reaction
if our view be void centric
encouraging love to gain traction
agitated minds surround us
we empathise but do not connect
respecting each soul journey
we but try to do as God does direct
Amidst life’s chaos,
align with Logos
in heart’s sacred space,
to imbibe God’s grace.
When love’s our emote,
aboard God’s bliss boat,
we amble along,
nonchalant, yet strong.
Bliss dew drops like rain,
cleanse soul’s egoic stain,
as blessings in-pour
from fontanel’s door.
17-July-2022
Nonchalance poised in the vast void
We are self-existent
Vibrant presence, is by love buoyed
Melding with the current
We let Mother decide
Manner of our joy ride
As we so wingless glide
Heart’s overjoyed
Nonchalance poised
22-March-2022
Quietus
energised silence
releasing erst memory
the void is our friend
24-June-2021
Aim of game being soul development
All happenings here inconsequential
Let us then live this dream in merriment
Aim of game being soul development
Oh hermit, rest in quiet contentment
Knowing earth life to be ephemeral
Aim of game being soul development
All happenings here inconsequential
21-February-2021
Spiritual seekers, please do beware
Ego seeking power or attainment
Thereby self blocking becoming aware
Flow, oh hermit, in quiet contentment
Dwell in the rapture of bliss unending
Renewing within thus without abatement
The touch divine is so scintillating
That transfixed therein is our attention
Silent electric thunder resounding
Moment to moment in celebration
Flow of bliss becomes our meditation
02-December-2020
Devoid of this transient mind-body
Vibrations Satvik as well as shoddy
What remains as essence of our presence
Save awareness alive in blissful innocence
Yet we do occupy mind-body form
Delusional thoughts the fort storm
Innate playfulness draws attention outward
Stagnation therein blocking our rise upward
Freedom then not in any negation
Simply flowing in bubbling elation
Trick being to keep moving in nonchalance
Imbibing and releasing in carefree dalliance
01-August-2020
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