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A faint light begins to appear on the horizon before the sun rises visibly. It is the chariot of sun arriving to herald dawn. A magical happening occurring every day that almost goes unnoticed. But look at the horses that pulled the chariot. They feel, credit goes to them to bring about demise of darkness and breaking forth of light of the day. (Horses symbolize sense organs and the mind minding them, a domain of ego claiming credit for all that happens). The truth is: it is the soul/atman that enables all of it. A voice within seems to say….
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Hold thy hyped horses
And feel not like a proud frog
Through diurnal courses,
Everything gets laid as logged,
Howl not, thou art but a cog.
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Musings | 23.05.2026 | day/dawn, darkness, horse, light, sun, Tanka
Pocket
People like to
Put things in their
Pockets
Perhaps it is because they are collectors or they are
Paleoanthropologists who
Pick up anything to
Prove theories about
Pterodactyls who might have existed in the
Permian age while working on their
Postdoctoral theses. Then again, they may be having
Pseudohallucinations from all of the
Phenylpropanolamine they are taking to
Prevent
Post nasal drip from occurring when
Postulating on the latest
Patella that was found in
Patagonia when the dust from the dig kicked up all the
Pyrazinecarboxaimde. Or maybe it is due to a
Psychophysiological reaction to
Propionibacterium generated by oil
Paintings in the gallery next door from untreated
Pallets used by
Postimpressionists. Well, I am sure you have seen enough of my
Psychosomatic ramblings. Here comes my
Psychologist with a dose of
Phenobarbital to help calm me down before tomorrow
Prompts me to write another alphabetic
Pronunciation.
The mind is confused but heart understands
how we may discern between good and evil,
joy occurring when our consciousness expands,
whilst cravings of ego cause an upheaval.
Keep it simple dear souls, embrace and release,
in nonchalance flowing like the morning breeze,
treading gently on earth, valuing life’s worth,
generous to a fault, heart bubbling with mirth.
Occurring disturbances echoing through the mind
Felt asleep
Twist and turn
Dreaming feeling like a nightmare
The midst of danger
The dream of enter
It was a person, train and car
Approaching train
A stop at a railroad crossing
Thought of can make it
Car got stuck in the middle
Train steadily getting closer
What do I do?
Do I jump out the car and run?
Meanwhile the train is coming and coming
I could be killed
Suddenly, the car starts and I pull away
The train passes and there was a getaway
Escape being a blessing
Dream as it would seem
But what does the dream mean?
Immediately woke up
Had drenching sweat
Wondered what did the dream surround?
There was danger, but somehow there was protection
Dream over
Went back to sleep
My soul still to keep.
French artist Claude Monet
painted scenes from life occurring day to day.
Peace he found from his large garden pond
where paintings of 250 water lilies he spawned.
Optimistic Onnie was perpetually expecting
Friends and neighbors showered her with respecting
New viable ideas often occurring and interjecting
Onnie’s willing openness refreshingly reflecting
Conglomeration of talents beyond regular electing
Inspiring fresh dendrites to do a little more inspecting
a notch higher
above the head ovoid
grazing the crown chakra
a moist ethereal implant awakes
signalling embodiment of transcendence
within the aspect of consciousness immanent
the happenstance pleasantly occurring in the night
animates bliss fixated at the fontanel for an hour
somewhat like the hand of God on our head
wherefrom other nodes too imbibe grace
silently honing the Sahasrara portal
readying us for what’s to come
(Prompt: Wisdom is not enough to calm your fears.)
The kinetic world is on a great sprint.
The silent seer stares at with a squint.
He feels distressed for the occurring harms.
With a solemn demeanour, he alarms.
Identity crises among nations
Contending with insecure relations
Keep their voices go with sonority
For comfort and self-based priority
Within countries, separatists conspire
Catastrophes are adding fuel to fire
Forcing uniformity – a threat
It's never too late to change the mindset
Creative destruction is invited.
Creating mess is to be indicted.
Agape love can alone wipe away tears
Wisdom is not enough to calm your fears.
When they play hide and seek
And memorize your words
Watch them
When they adjust the truth
And do not know what is occurring
Smile at yourself
These,these are the revelations,
Sometimes the truth
Is not spoken
It is shown
Sometimes the lies
Are not shown
They are spoken
Distinguish the individuals,
When they play hide and seek
And imitate your words
See them
When they reconstruct the truth
And do not know what to hide
Be proud of yourself
These,these have been written.
If heart be pure and for freedom we beg,
the one that was two becomes one again,
by hatching our soul from the cosmic egg,
polarities balanced and free from stain,
uniting in heart, whence bliss falls like rain,
this happenstance occurring not be chance
but rather when we make erect our stance.
Single Bed
I’m an admiral of
my bed I sit on
now!
My rank of
sitting and lying in
the winter of
1995 in
Australia is of
the highest regard!
I know many officers of
the bed know that.
My high level is
the envy of
bedders.
Toward the back of
my bed is
my deodorant stick,
and he’s
rotting.
He’s the Food World Banana Thief Suspect.
I won’t turn him in because
I hate bananas.
My bed head knobs are
made up of
a radioactive element of
the actinide series,
occurring as a
decay product of
uranium.
They are
my only real friends.
Most of
the length of
my footboard top rail is
very attractive, appealing, tiniest women high-yielding soil comprising of
sand, mud, and sill deposited by
water that flows.
I was created
in the image of God, I
Imago Deo
But I am in a
class of my own, I am a
Mathematical
set of one, we all
are a token, Socrates
or me and yes, you
I am a type, which
belongs to a class, but still
I am in a class of
My own, the class
Class identity of me
I think therefore I
Am (it’s not a good
Translation from the Latin)
Cogito Ergo
Sum, even though it
begs the question, it is a
Cartesian set
Je pense, donc je suis
In French, cogitatio fit
Thinking, occurring
Would better describe
this mess, but how would one prove
somebody’s thinking?
Brainwaves? Synapses?
So, we are all in a class
Of our own (imaged)
Philosophically
Personal identity
Is not an option
To a worldview
That is consigned to matter
And motion, no potion
No cerebral bend
Or mental gymnastics can
Account for abstract
Entities, such as
Identity over time
In a class its own
I loved you like breathing,
Taking all of you in, giving you so much more than I could.
But your love was like a thought,
Occurring only when it should.
You never wrote me,
Except for when you made me “hear” the cologne you bought.
Like that birthday letter,
When you HAD to show, you put a though.
God gave us ability to create crimes.
Each one of these are breaches of laws.
Breaches have been assigned penalties.
Penalties are designed to be equally applied.
Penalties are to prevent crimes from occurring.
Trump was convicted of felonies 34 times.
Therefore, Trump has been a convicted felon.
Convicted felons cannot either be successfully
vetted or pass a National Agency Check (NAC)
by Office of Special Investigation (OSI).
He cannot join the military, cannot be able to
vote or ever be able to receive a security clearance.
He is in violation of Declaration of Independence,
Constitution and Amendments and Articles of
Confederation.
These items were created to prevent a person
from being President of the United States (POTUS)
and should properly be enforced.
“As the self is filled by the Self, so is all filled continuously by you. There is no meditator or meditation.
Why does your mind meditate shamelessly?”
to behold its own reflection
living light takes on myriad forms
each module though one with the whole
hypnotised by the ego, is lost in life’s storms
if we be but still in the void of polarity interchange
occurring between exhalation and inhalation
when intent arises but before its action
these are moments of meditation
ego is but an identity our soul dons
to assist it to safely navigate earth life
as such in truth there is no one here within
our true Self is living light, in peace and bliss rife
the ego as doer or meditator simply does not exist
we are the light that lights all lights in this world
in time stretched silence ego disappears
heart centric, flag of love is unfurled
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