Ego-mind is impacted by outcomes,
which of course has nothing to do with us,
our focus fixed on rhythm of cosmic drums
but if attention wavers, thoughts nonplus,
till we again embark on God’s bliss bus.
Wayward ego opts for struggle and strife,
a pity, thus wasting God’s gift of life,
whilst in silence, shifting from head to heart,
by invoking grace, we become love rife,
with each breath sensing bliss ignition start.
Compelled I’m to steal
Joyful moments never rife
That life opts to deal
Me. Joys fade as edge of knife
And those stolen ease my strife.
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Tanka (Senryu)| 14.12.2025 | life, moments (of joy), steal, strife/grief
how may vibrance of bliss beats be defined
or the bewitching fragrance of a rose
wherein all nodes of form divine aligned
are suffused in peace whilst poised in repose
delighted imbibing rapture that grows
flame without smoke transforming body urn
wherein presence opts to willingly burn
Ah hope, what an enduring bait!
It hides the hook to hibernate
Till chances come to knock
And ship anchors at dock,
Serene like storks hope opts to wait--
As clued as a clock clicks,
Tick-tock, tick-tock as ticks
Till luck bites on a distant date.
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Musings | 13.11.2025 | hope, humour, fate, limerick
Note: Indeed, luck is for him who hangs on in hope, hiding the bait. Luck only bites on the due date. But those that lose hope give up.
“Not all souls are willing to burn to learn,
transmuting as light in mind-body urn.”
~ quote by poet
Krama, step by step energisation,
simply stated, is kundalini rise,
gripping us in all time meditation,
each rapture tremor embraced in surprise.
Awakening occurs in slow motion,
in a manner that leaves no room for doubt,
where presence sipping love’s magic potion,
from the world of ego, opts to walk out.
The prerequisite of course is a pure heart,
without which we cannot board God’s bliss bus,
growing in love, deeming no soul apart,
breath by breath we ascend without a fuss.
This path leads to God realisation,
wherein mood and mode is celebration.
What is This?
nothing can be said
apparently
no time and distance
for figuring This out~
language opts out
without subj and obj~
nothing makes sense
nothing to explain
so say nothing
which is everything~~
aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope
The democratic West
opts for the collective mind
in thrall to the tenor of the time
But terrorism unchecked
‘s’ always a losing bet
‘Cos you don’t need some ‘great reason’
~ Fighting terror’s always in season
A raindrop falls whence came --back to the sea,
Another, it so haps, on lotus leaf
To shine forth under sun for a while brief,
Yet, every drop gets seldom so lucky
As to get silk beds-- blades of olive grass,
Becoming an early dawn’s pearly dew
To capture unfolding time’s crimson hue.
On dust some get buried in graves en masse,
Some get a cherished trophy if modest--
A scaly trunk aloof that opts to stand
In a barren desert's dry scorching land,
Some fall in rain forest with scores of rest.
All this makes me to muse on destiny:
Is it a chance random that opts to be?
For sure, it is Nature’s celestial dance
That unfolds at random as choice-less chance.
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Sonnet |01.03.07, revised Dec 2024| fate/destiny, time, space
Poet’s note: The sonnet-ending couplet does not end the sonnet, but poses a question and goes on to answer, and in the process stretches the sonnet to sixteen lines.
June 5 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 19-21
Key Verse – Job 19:26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ASSURES US
THAT WE CAN SEE HIM
Praise be to God for assuring us that we can see Him by His:
Mercy that magnifies Him amidst our miseries
Miracles along His moves so measureless
Might of managing our moments
Message toward meaningful memories
Magnificence above mystical and magical myths
Job 20:29 Praise be to the Lord for appointing us, His people, His heritage:
Nourishing our souls eternally
Nurturing our spirituality earnestly
Negating our sinfulness, endangering
Not negotiating our service of selfish efforts
Nestling our salvation in His sustenance, everlasting
Needing His sanctification for stewardship empowerment
Job 21:22 Praise be to the Saviour for
teaching us His knowledge that:
Offers answers with His truth
Opts for His approval through trust
Opens to us His affirmation during trials
Optimizes His affirmation toward triumph
Organizes our activities against time-testing temptations. Amen!
June 5, 2024
our forehead glistens, as it ought
owing to blessings God has brought
and so sometimes we clench our eyes
when bliss borne rapture opts to rise
whilst with magic display at play
that renews its dance everyday
within this here mind-body urn
in flame of bliss we choose to burn
#14: Revelations 23:1
Human chain meant Starman ... breathing room trips,
H**** sapiens chose ... plus naught minus,
the apocalypse ... opts total eclipse,
self-acquaintance, he splits us, Linnaeus,
Con temporaries times, countdown it chills,
Adolph & Stalin it ticks and it tocks,
Pre temporaries times, pour down it spills,
Alexander, Khan drip sands as it stocks,
Once down on the time, leaves heaped reds and golds,
down on one-timers, the large waterholes.
Cause and effects--pause and reflect; Reserved,
Blessed manifest--Grace takes His Place; The Word.
[Bible scholars well-versed: book/chapter/verse, Reserved?]
Is it lax, laziness, lethargy, sloth, or stagnancy?
Or is it like the calm quietness of a crocodile?
Is it a temporary entrance into fantasy?
Or is it being with the ceaseless spirit for a while?
Like a crane, as though in slumber, stands solemn and soundless.
Alert to grab the best of the fish that comes on its way
So too one on an endeavour, though within feels boundless.
Opts for the Zen form, and from all distractions stays away.
The silence that lies in passing from this world to the next
The tranquil interval between death and resurrection
When humans await, with eternity, to be annexed
Eternal Spirit offers profuse grace and protection.
This quiescence, not lifelessness, like treasures, one should earn.
To dwell, like the saints, in the sacred silence, one should learn
I unbox my faux Christmas tree, a tradition every year,
Adorned with baubles, lights, and festive cheer,
In the living room, presents beneath its boughs,
A holiday aura, a delightful vow.
My daughter opts for a real Spruce so divine,
Decked in finery, outshining mine,
Alpine scent wafts, a winter's sweet reprieve,
Snowy visions, Christmas Eve.
Around the lake on a cool, cloudy day,
Live trees adorned in hues, a picturesque display,
Birds chirp, lively ornaments on display,
Geese, swans, egrets in festive play.
Rain or shine, the tree stands bold,
A beacon of goodwill, a tale untold,
No shining lights, no silvery attire,
Yet, an aura of happiness, a radiant fire.
If we would enliven silence,
let’s rest first, thought borne violence,
placid and tranquil, like a lake,
that sensing soul, we may awake.
Body ages and life force ebbs,
yet ego incessantly begs.
Now’s our time, either make or break,
that sensing soul, we may awake.
Invoking divine magnetism,
bliss ignites our mind-body prism;
nodes within form begin to shake,
that sensing soul, we may awake.
In timeless time, bliss becomes peace
and as presence turns a new leaf,
love opts to give, rather than take,
that sensing soul, we may awake.
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