Once he had one he wanted to constrict it, like a boa; a python, to hold closely guarded the thing for which demure closets stay closed like iron-waitresses pervading the hostel with lime-light the lemony-snickett cackling in the born-and-bred flames, curling irons prod the paper-clip open but the stamp endures, a timid interred girl beghosts the earls. The favorite simple plan, favored in heavens gamma, where brightness surely waits in pavilion the concert. My concerto is made-man italian, the devise impregnated, like hollow bells that sour, the grim sugar from said waitress, we wildly call the crows to set and chime on the lines where workmen craft blue ribbons atop the farmland graves.
The mind borders on the sublime,
related to the divine source,
a powerful force pervading the universe.
I can write verse after verse,
but there is nothing worse
than reading someone's thoughts,
sounding like reports,
going on and on.
Know the difference between right and wrong,
where did you get your information from?
Pause before you speak,
your premise may sound weak.
What is it that you seek?
Curiosity leads to learning,
the lack of insight is concerning.
One must not digress, I just wanted to address
the current situation,
let's get back to the topic of creation.
It has come to my attention
that if you lack intention,
fall short of enough motivation,
you will be in suspended animation.
Stay with me as I continue this story,
take you on a journey inside my consciousness,
hold on while I clear up the mess,
I must confess I do assess
each moment, absorbed in the present.
Cyn-filteration..propagating a world stage cynicisam
Also, sin-trifi-cation, pervading the chatterers on hills
And world summits, grandiosley
administered.' Down to the so named gentry, and
Aspiring winners.? So what is this councel
Whence springs its root? More to the point
Though, where is its fruit? Is it M A I D in
Canada, or the choice to die, in Sweden or
Britain.? Where some try' to introduce.? But that surely Gods choice.? Is it you will
Own nothing? Or farmers can't grow.' At least independantly.' Do you not Know.? So
If all your initiates match these lines ? Hit
Delete, just clear your mind,
sing out to Jesus, for you are indeed on His Mind
within us magnetism dwelling
gentleness that is compelling
kundalini pervading form
presence towards God propelling
carried by currents cool and warm
in childlike trust as we conform
bliss beats vibrate in every node
each cell the centre of love’s storm
strewn with rose petals is our road
we walk lightly, on heart no load
God’s blob of bliss on our head grows
joyous soul sings to Him an ode
pinch of bliss between our eyebrows
one with crown and spine humbly bows
thus in stillness bliss is invoked
radiant in the boat God rows
time flows on yet we remain yoked
in living light of heaven cloaked
we do not attain but become
fire eternal by God’s hand stoked
epiphanies dawned are welcome
commingling with the cosmic hum
transmutation in slow motion
as Divine Mother plays the drum
A gentle fog silently started to form,
Pervading her eyes with a quiet storm
And a hazy veil shrouded her deep,
Secrets her quiet heart learnt to keep,
The world outside turned soft and blurred,
Lost in sadness, she spoke no word.
"S_weet shining spring, season of birth,
P_erfusing life and scent to plants,
R_estoring joy and mirth on earth,
I_ relish your whispering chant
N_ear rivers, forests and gardens
G_rown with flowers that hearts soften." by author
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The Soothing Spirit of Spring
The winter frost retreats before the sun
As greens awake from the slumbering earth
To tell the story of spring now begun.
Thousands of buds prepare their silent birth
With petals unfolding to catch the light,
Pervading the air with shimmers of mirth.
Robins hum their song to dispel the night,
Rivers rumble with water clear and deep,
With all the world immersed in mirthful plight.
Life awakens from its prolonged dark sleep
To plant the seeds of all we hope to find,
Promising sunshine that summer will keep.
The soothing spirit of spring fills the mind
With ripples of gentle delight entwined.
A whisper whines from the dark velvet night
Where swarms of swirling stardust start to gleam,
The cosmos exhales a carefree delight,
A silvered, spongy, spun-out, silent dream.
Each tiny spark seems a memory old,
Of suns that burned and turned to cosmic grace,
A story from the sky meant to unfold,
Reflected in the distant empty space.
A honeyed melody the darkness weaves,
The cosmic serenade begins to swell,
Amidst the silent silver sleeping leaves,
A sacred secret that the heavens tell.
The grey expanse up high begins to hum,
A soft, sweet solo felt within the soul,
For moments lost that surely soon won`t come,
Beyond the world's known, possible control.
My heart is tuned to the sweet stellar song,
A gentle wave across the boundless blue,
Where perhaps in the past I`ve long belonged,
Now laid aground beneath the boundless view.
This cosmic serenade of tiny grains,
A soft melodious song in the air,
Washes away everywhere earthly pains,
Pervading each soul with a better flair.
“The Self transcends all, is indivisible and all-pervading. It is free from stain of attachment, immovable and all-pervading. It is without day and night and all-pervading. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
Words as symbols are not the thing,
which appears and then disappears,
whilst also failing to depict,
the source wherefrom vital force spears.
Metaphors are our sole resource,
which point out to but don’t portray,
that homogeneous consciousness,
to which egos kneel down to pray.
We, here and now, capsuled in form,
may be then labelled as God’s spark,
a statement literally true,
though it still leaves mind in the dark.
Suffice to say we’re living light,
one with oneness and bliss replete,
as awareness beyond space-time,
free from attributes yet complete.
There’s in truth nothing to attain,
for we’re he we set out to seek,
which we learn when heart’s free from stain,
dancing with all souls, cheek to cheek.
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“How shall I speak of the Whole, which is non-dual? How shall I speak of the Whole, which is of the nature of duality? How shall I speak of the Whole, which is eternal and non-eternal? I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky”
Be the truth visible or invisible,
whether as manifest or unmanifest,
consciousness is one and indivisible,
pervading all that is, yet always at rest.
Bereft of attributes, Self shines in its light,
beyond space and time, poised in drunken delight,
recognised as vibrance in the heart centre,
the quintessence of life, where bliss beats canter.
“The distinction of quality and absence of quality does not exist in the least. How shall I worship Siva (the Absolute) who is devoid of quality and absence of quality, who is devoid of attachment and detachment, who is of the form of ether, omniform, beyond illusion, and all-pervading?”
The Self renews itself within itself,
dwelling in peace, resplendent in its light,
free from fear, no agenda on its shelf,
an ocean of awareness with clear sight.
The Self, God or Brahman, is all there is,
which we know not, since we are polarised,
yet when thoughts rest, gushes forth love’s bliss fizz,
whence the absolute truth is realised.
Piercing pores of space and transcending time,
we see manifestations as dream forms,
knowing which no mountains remain to climb
and we remain calm through life’s fiercest storms.
What’s there to be done; God and we are one ~
We are the light that illumines the sun
Nature showcases Mother Earth's creative nurture
designed by God* exposing paradise-stature of vibrant feature...
Midst radiant varied hues' magnificence
plants exude peaceful bliss with their iridescence…
Expressing biodiversity of ecological glow
picturesque landscapes present balance along perfection-flow...
With sceneries' well-carved beauty, so vibrant
Eden's worth prevails along pervading magnificence, verily radiant…
Grateful for all benefits of creation with mankind's partnership
my heart basks in this natural habitat, doing well to cultivate its workmanship.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
February 2, 2026
7th place, "Your Favorite" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Seth Pina; judged on 3/6/2026
The gift lay where it dropped, unopened still.
Once flaring gaudy wrap, now faded dusk,
not sent with love, but in embittered ill;
it long yet weeps her all-pervading musk.
The gift, and he, tenant a darkened room;
now talisman 'gainst others who may try
to wear him of his overbearing gloom.
A somber place where love has come to die.
And yet, it was not always ever so,
once, Spring's youthful fire seared between the two
and tempting gifts surrendered to and fro
as lovers' earthly touch did both pursue.
The gift it gathers dust as still he mourns;
the unknown content, yet a box of thorns.
You come, and we welcome a new beginning.
You arrive, and we celebrate your presence.
There is an outpouring of joy,
And a feast of thanksgiving.
You come and open the door to a cycle of 365 days.
You arrive, and we turn to fresh pages,
Embracing a new way of living,
Counting the days and nights.
There is a door that leads to you,
And we are eager to pass through it.
We embark on a journey,
Though some are called to the beyond before its end.
Your arrival brings awakening for some, They discover new ways to blossom the meadow.
They dispel the pervading shadows,
As you guide their steps, lit by the sunshine of your embrace.
Yet some do not perceive the light you bring.
They stumble and search in the gloom,
Singing songs that are not their own,
Following paths not envisioned by their minds.
January 4, 2025.
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