With eyes for no other, seeking God alone,
viewing material desires as mundane,
in mindfulness our consciousness as we hone,
befriending silence, we shed off ego’s chain,
purifying our heart, the way we atone,
that this gift of life bestowed be not in vain.
Moment by moment thus steadying resolve,
divine entwined, in timeless time we evolve.
As the ocean into which rivers merge,
the gong of Om swallows the universe,
which when willed causes it to reemerge,
heart magically conjuring a verse,
without any need for it to rehearse.
As the Self wherefrom the gong arises,
let us embrace God’s offered surprises.
In a world diverse, where love finds its way,
Teachers guide hearts, nurturing day by day.
Their lessons of acceptance, broad and free,
Embrace all colors, in humanity's tapestry.
No label defines, love's chosen course,
For it blooms in hearts, with an unbridled force.
Children learn from caring souls, wise and true,
The essence of kindness, accepting each hue.
Yet understand this, without a doubt,
Teachers sow seeds, but the path's their route.
Sexuality's discovery, a personal quest,
Their love will bloom, as they find what's best.
So let teachers teach, with open hearts they share,
Knowing that love's journey is uniquely theirs.
For in acceptance and love, we all have a part,
To guide our children with love from the start.
Some lefties are chefs
All righties are deft ~
I'd lather bereft
child within us, given to play
in sync with life, joyfully sways
whilst ego dwells in narrow grooves
habits difficult to remove
painting bright blue skies in dull grey
14-July-2021
We are here
We know not why
As yet
Since we are here
We may as well
Do our best
Duality offering
Two polarities
Expansion and contraction
Needing no prompt
We intuitively
Go with joyful elation
Looking in
Within
We feel heart singing
Looking out
Desires and fears grout
Our being
Looking around
We see geometric perfection
Of Gods creation
This forms the basis
Of our contemplation
In stillness of meditation
Ceasing grasping
We shift to connecting
Imbibing bliss sensation
No doing done
The happening fortuitous
By resonation
Wonder beyond wonder
We are still
Yet there is a mover
In thought rested silence
Nestled in a bliss mist
Presence ascends higher
Mind body emptiness
Magnetically connects us
To the that oneness
Having so vaporised
We no longer size
Dwelling in void of stillness
23-March-2021
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instrument of thought now rested
awareness abides in silence
all nodes within form uplifted
life flowing in playful parlance
in tranquil calm feeling complete
following the breath principle
embrace and release, bliss replete
spacial cognition spherical
the external domain recedes
taken to be a dream sequence
empty within, no fear to weed
persona marked by innocence
along the flow, from time to time
we still do sense oscillation
aligned with the divine sublime
quickly restores bliss elation
21-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)
Throb of life manifests duality
Void of silence, centre of each torus
Holding within it all of entirety
Let us go there, making ourself porous
Resident in form of limitation
We all seek boundless joy in permanence
In, within, bubbles innate elation
To go there be a child in innocence
As we empty out all ego toxins
Form magnetised, we draw in the current
Bliss ineffable as it does heighten
With God one in our native element
As a burning yearning for connecting
Vaporised presence thus gently flowing
01-November-2020
The horizontal energy conduit
at the central Anahata spacial
burrows polarity opposites radial
with patience slow but resolute
Likewise the head upper ovoid
sees multitude of nodes deepening
magnetic electricity heightening
with presence in bliss overjoyed
Whilst lower mind is at rest
we cannot help noticing divine geometry
energy centres glistening in symmetry
each pulse manifesting a new crest
05-October-2020
Sodomites
Ezekiel 16:49
Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: she and her daughters were arrogant, over fed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy.
That day you seraphs passed the gate
You heralded an uncreate
You had been told the ten to seek
For nine or less no mercy speak
Instead of going to the square
You yielded to four foreign there
Who chose a fertile valley then
From mountain streams to abject sin
But if you had you would have found
Five righteous ones there cruelly bound
Penetrated, stretched out straight
Their holy souls inviolate
The victims of both young and old
Abused by those whose hearts were cold
To innocence and love once near
Then limited to five born *****
Who refused to enjoin the rest
In malice soaked with violence
And disregard for those in need
Their consciences did no more heed
The cries of those whose lights went dim
So at high noon came heaven’s brim
Five bodies freed from spirits’ flight
There left to burn with Sodomites
In both manifestation
Or the dark void
We be in bliss elation
In stillness overjoyed
Interconnectedness
To infinite expansion
Dissolved oneness
Upon vaporisation
In vibrant emptiness
Divine is the mover
Bestowing aliveness
Enabling petals flower
Alignment of identity
With God consciousness
Connection in continuity
Single eye awareness
Distilling our attention
By surrender prayerful
Our optimal meditation
To behold Gods miracle
04-October-2020
Thinker thinking
A doer doing
Meditator meditating
Non-doer doing
Thus differentiating
Aspects of disassociating
Likewise observed by observer
Yet the mind does filter
Whilst transcendence
Requires pristine innocence
Not a doing or non-doing
But a happening
When we cease to size
And simply vaporise
Being to become bliss
The That Oneness timeless
A singularity as entirety
Beyond space & time so infinity
The return
Uncertain
For who goes and who comes
When there is only One
J-ust
E-xpect
R-emarkable
Z-enith
O-f
N-oble
E-ndeavor
V-ia
A-nother
S-uccessful
C-areer
O-rientation
Topic: Birthday of Jerzon Evasco (April 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I'm not supposed to say anything, oh really?
the whole thing is ludicrous, serious and silly,
can you guess what I'm talking about, I'll tell you,
even then you may not know, perhaps an overview.
The animal kingdom does not know right from wrong,
they have their own codes and God does not belong,
*****sapiens is a higher intelligence who knows all,
we do what we want and bang our heads against a brick wall.
I'd like to go back fifty years, it was good and right,
we know we have to move on, today's not the same bite,
maybe condemnation is as inevitable as electric cars,
whatever you may have to say - the stigma jars.
Some people won't admit they made a blunder,
nevertheless, their mindset makes us wonder.
In the East, every quest
orients to the West.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
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