Por Que Pig asked why Jews do not pigs buy
Petunia answered him with a deep sigh
It’s because we aren’t kosher
Then, losing her composure
If Jesus Christ were only a rabbi...
The midnight draped its sable veil,
Across the fields where echoes sailed;
The wind, a mourner, softly sighed,
As nameless shadows learned to hide.
Then through the vast and breathless black,
A single gleam came wandering back—
Not born of moon nor distant star,
But from a soul not bound by far.
It pierced the night with silent grace,
As though it sought a long-lost face;
Each trembling beam, both fierce and mild,
Awoke the darkness, reconciled.
The raven hush, the graveyard stone,
Confessed they were not quite alone;
For even sorrow, deep and old,
Must yield before one heart grown bold.
If dawn should fail and heavens weep,
If oceans swallow mountains steep,
Still would that faithful lantern burn,
Awaiting every lost return.
For light is not the foe of night,
But memory made living bright—
A whispered flame no storm can blight,
Forever piercing night with light.
Piercing Words
Words are thrown like a game of
Arrows.
Presumptions, Razor-sharp slandering
And hurtful to one's core.
Oneself believed words eventhough
When one's actions proved wrong;
Shooting from ambush at the blameless.
Piercing Words are quaint, and how
Words can enter one's thoughts and
Never leave.
Laying snares secretly, thinking
"Who can see us?" We're smoother
than Butter.
Piercing Words are spears and arrows, their tongues are sharper than daggers.
Though time is an illusion, as is said,
we must yet say much time has been wasted,
since we’ve drifted about, not by love led,
with elixir of life not yet tasted.
To look not at form but spirit within,
is a message we received loud and clear
but beguiled by mind’s cacophonic din,
our delusion is yet to disappear.
Fragmented aspects of the divine whole,
are in truth interwoven in God’s heart,
thus piercing the veil, communing with soul,
we must deem all as one and none apart.
Foe eons we have floundered about blind ~
The time is now to be with love aligned
Drums beating in the dark
The throbbing heart of a jungle pulsates
~ eyes of friend or foe
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
We
notice
space flicker,
signalling that
we can penetrate
the veil of emptiness,
by softening attention,
in a stillness continuum,
animated by our pure intent,
to awaken within this lucid dream.
Gently laying to rest, labours of mind,
by shifting from thinking to feeling,
poised in awareness unblinking,
putting on pause flow of time,
without employing force,
we get to the source,
amazed to see
no less than
face of
God.
Sans thought who are we
as identity,
whence free from fear chains
no ego remains?
That which never was
dies in the thought pause,
wherein soul’s reborn,
ushering truth’s dawn.
What’s there to be said
when bliss beats are bred?
Pheromones mingle
and our eye’s single.
The night is not my own
Reality is not here, it's not there. Is it real?
The wind sounds like waves
Is it some distant waves crossing on the shore
Or is it just the trees whisper ways back and forth?
Slow down mind
Slow down mind
Slow down mind
Piercing thoughts, race like the horse with no end in sight
Do it again or do they end?
That is the question I would love to know
Darkness seeks revenge follows, but still sleeps
Slow down mind
Slow down mind
Slow down mind
Can you tell what is real?
Have you put that notion there?
What is black and what is white? It is neither.
Colors only shadow and make believe that everything is fun
Slow down mind
Slow down mind
Slow down our mind
Following heart, we sing our song,
recontouring vastness of space,
whose refrain is the cosmic gong,
showering boons bestowed by grace.
The veil of space slowly thins out,
unable to handle bliss heat,
revealing God’s light from beyond,
that removes from our mind all doubt,
as polarities meet and greet,
forging with love, a lifelong bond.
Such secrets hidden in plain sight
are revealed on soul’s wingless flight.
Ebb and flow of tides in fabric of space,
first appear as light flickers from beyond
but in time the blink rate slows down its pace,
as presence forges with the void a bond.
Spherical sight enables cognition
of light of Self shimmering in the sky
and embodying it is our mission,
in time dissolved silence, before we die.
We see entire space, with God’s light aflame,
yet strangely our stillness is undisturbed,
as this truth is revealed, that has no name,
recognised no sooner thought flow is curbed.
A deep peace fills us, on this sight beheld ~
We speak as witnessed, with nothing withheld
Living light crystallised,
enjoys the immersion
in the world of contrast,
although deep down it knows,
illusions will not last.
Living light crystallised,
in bondage to ego,
hemmed in by body-mind,
obtains freedom upon
being joyful and kind.
Living light crystallised,
is here to grow in love,
transformed by a bliss burn,
seeing God in all forms,
as soul’s eye does discern.
veil of space
though subtle
falls away
the shimmer
may be seen
when we’re still
what’s real
what’s valid
we know not
as silence layers silence
in time dissolved staid stillness
we sense ripples in the void
wherein our soul is centred
simply present in agendaless vibrance
attentive and receptive
not only to the words but meanings assigned
by murmurs of heart translated by the mind
a symbolic representation of light
as it is imbibed and assimilated
osmotically by our formless presence
as a soundless reverberation sublime
whose refrains echo in the cave of our heart
wherefrom gushing forth
the bardo that may not be named is then pierced
gently and mindfully imprinting our love
on the heart of God
thus invoking grace
by blurring all boundaries
and ending separation
In the shadowed field, the night breaks
into a cacophony of cries, sharp and piercing.
A pack of coyotes, voices tangled in hunger and triumph,
sings a chilling lullaby in the darkness.
Their song, a harbinger of life meeting its end,
echoes through our open bedroom window,
a reminder of the wildness that prowls
just beyond the reach of our porch light.
Somewhere, beyond our sight, a deer perhaps wandered too far,
its fate now woven into the coyotes’ cry.
And we, from our bedroom window, listen—
a silent vigil, bearing witness to the cycle
unfolding in the back field where shadows play.
There is a higher being
one that chooses to speak the truth through us
To not believe is a grave disobedience parallel to disobeying the word
in the new covenant the circle is complete
You must take this wound and cover it for what it's worth
as part of the whole body inflicted and injured
because healing comes from the charity forgiving praying
For those poor blind souls lost to the world
they need to rise above their human weaknesses
in the end it boils down too whom do you serve
I felt the blade enter cutting deeper than the bone
The lies need to be stopped and exposed
at what table would a character sit
one side supports division by ruthless measures
the other peace and unity
There is a sadness about betrayal it never comes from our enemies
this bar is set high because what is rotten corrupts the very fruit with poisonous lies
the apple will always fall for the temptations as gravity pulls
against the force the window of the soul reflects how the heart operates
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