the building blocks
of the manifest universe
are seen as fragmented thoughts
thoughts then are but outputs
of creative toroidal heart
where once polarities entwine
all that which has form disappears
leaving the light of Self alone
in the void of cessation
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Need to put in the work along the way
Would be nice to only reap the gains
But no shortcuts despite what others say
Progress needs to build upon itself
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Collecting credits creates compounding
Building up as our thoughts begin to shine
Focus on improving the inputs
The outputs will come in due time
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Must start at the trailhead for our climb
After reaching the summit we may
Realize the mosaic in the puzzle design
Stop to reflect before scaling a new mountain
Because we can’t just jump to the finish line
old photographs~
faded and creased
my grandma's treasure
inside an embroidered album
where memories are etched
upon each page
printed in grayscale
those filmed-captured
by a vintage camera
vivid were memories
despite decades that passed~
my first smile...
my first crawl...
my first walk...
sweet reminiscence
of a first-born granddaughter ~
So much loved...
So much treasured...
grayscale transformed
into colored outputs
as it captured
the highlights of school life:
me and my grandparents
smiling faces
gold medals in my neck
graduation day~
as I turn another page
I see a dried leaf...
teardrops fall.
12 April 2022
I've been writing countless poems all my life
With tears as my medium, unpigmented ink
While sulked in the chair where you used to sit on
Words became traces of what was once an unbreakable link.
Done! But the final outputs turned out impalpable,
Unreadable, even my tear-stained eyes started to bleed
Half-crazy, miserable, palpitating over black coffee
How long have I been a prisoner of this cranky bed?
So, I tried to draw blood again from my pale wrists
And wrote my dreams on the coffee-smudged pad
Of you and me dancing under the pale moonlight
T'was but a vague dream, surreal but so sad!
As tears outlined my scrawny cheeks, I wrote this:
"I've been writing poems for you but,
Please read this before I run out of blood..."
My bad! No apologies, I know I've hurt you a lot.
Will, Wisdom and Work weaves into action
as I see outputs and outcome come bare
some scarce and some I don't want as my share
yet yield tells not how it does its function
Choice to act or not to, is an option
one has with Free Will that seems has no snare,
Yet facts of life has Destiny to stare
even after Free Wills flow of sanction
Action and reaction Physics did teach,
its equality in Life I can't see
some results visible now in my reach
and some expected returns appear to flee
Free Will and Destiny in their ways each
wrapped in its mystery I place my plea.
19-Sep-2020
Free Will Vs Destiny Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Too many questions life asks me
To which I offer no accurate answers
Not that as a busy bee
I can’t assemble diva dancers
To satisfy life’s curiosity
Meant to uncover
Why life in my city
Bestows on me a thousand chances to discover
If my potential in width and depth
Generates at right rates outputs
In consonance with the faith
I profess in the spiritual inputs
Evident in the manner
I lavish love and care
On lonely souls whose banner
Doesn’t scare the flair in the air
My love supplies
Without strings attached to the poor
When my altruism principle applies
To ensure only the pure and sure
Access the best affection in motion
I share wherever obvious opportunities arise
In the midst of any promotion bereft of commotion
Whose feelings don’t take me by surprise
As I offer to limpid life an olive branch
In the wake of the supplication
I received from life at my ranch
In the lofty location
Where loves welcomes all
Entertains the selfish and the selfless
Regardless of whether or not they play ball
In the grand scheme of helping the helpless and the hapless.
Been accused of being a useless old clam
Better to be remembered as just a silly old man
To entertain my workmates
Till the boss says, “WAIT!”
Outputs reduced, but “they're a happier clan!”
vessels became bridges
ending nowhere
only gap is left
creating a great blackness
where deluded bloodstream vanishes
I'm out of my heart
in this story where's no place
for dismembered soul of mine
saying I would flood over lines between your thoughts
you're carrying on to live in the world
of installed scenes
leaving me fixating pillows as
substitute for embraces
Bring back that heart to me
you prefer lighter outputs
but no one recalls easier exits
they are immemorable
equalizing shades occurred in the desire to love and to be loved
somewhere along the way
we're regularly letting by that love
worth dying for
My heart needs me
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