Tha 'thela na 'moun mia apo tis anases sou,
wste na rew sto swma sou kai na se gemizw zwh
Tha 'thela na 'moun mia khlida ap' to aima sou,
gia na mporw na tajideuw sthn kardia sou, zwhrh
Ax, kai na 'moun to fws you feggariou,
wste tis nyxtes na trypwnw kryfa ap' to parathyro sou
h na ginomoun aeras tou kalokairiou
gia na xaidepsw to derma sou, na klepsw to oneiro sou
Ma ta matia sou lampoun se allo ourano,
pio makrino,
pou euxomai na hmoun kommati ths psyxhs sou,
wste ston paradeiso monh na katoikw
Kai na 'mai antanaklash ths kathe thelhshs sou
Kai, etsi, kathe fora pou ton kathrefth tha antikrizeis
Psaje vathia sto vlemma sou, kapou tha me vreis
Panta ekei tha 'mai, akomh ki an dakryzeis
Kathws len' ta matia ein' o kathrefths ths psyxhs
Ma den jereis, ax, pws tha 'thela na 'moun,
Mia enastrh thalassa, na se parw agkalia
Na se sfijw, o afros mou na 'nai to arwma sou
kai me to kyma na se pnijw me filia
Categories:
pio, lost love, love, paradise,
Form: Rhyme
Quantum Superposition
”A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.”
we know now that light is
both a particle and a wave
as ethereal vibrations
omnipresent in enigmatic space
both the light of the sun
as also the light that lights the sun
let us look at bilocation
demonstrated by many a saint
to name a few ~ Padre Pio, Ananamayi Ma,
Jesus, Sri Yukteshwar Giri, Neem Karoli Baba …
why then is our consciousness limited
containerised by mind and senses five
when it is vividly clear and self-evident
that our true Self is absolute
who dwells in the potent pause
of polarity interchange
at each half-breath and betwixt heartbeats
or between two thought trains
where lies fulcrum of awareness
is it in the head, the heart or in the void
allowing pristine silence to engulf stillness
truth of the noumena is known
beheld in plain sight as flickers in space
being both immanent and transcendent
Categories:
pio, mystery, science, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Two seeds in heart
compete to be fed
with mercy
or vengeance
oh mystery
of consent
one blooming
in sweetness
petal fragrance
joy of honeybees
and butterflies
elegance
nestling birds
in tender foliage
curtains
sparkling
from cracks
their hidden songs
as gems
then petals fall
embroidering grass
in colors
and fruits mature
to succulence
ambrosial
nourishing life
with seeds that fall
and sprout
reminding
made by God
circle cycle
while made by man
disintegrate and vanish.
The other seed
a weed
that chokes all life
the Devil
known to trail
in shoes of blood
to be eradicated or
allowed to flourish
a choice to be made
in life's short instants
that will continue
unchanged after death
to joy eternal
or never-ending Hell
where those
who don't believe
will...
when they get there.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-Your Option Again-2/27/23
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-6/3/21
Note: St Padre Pio said to someone who didn't believe in hell: You will when you get there.
Categories:
pio, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Leander Skumfeldt
1864-1916
Truly my friends
Dying was my greatest fear, while alive.
My most dreaded
Most detested of future experiences.
Dying, finally, was my greatest achievement
My greatest joy!
My highest calling!
The summit of my scant human existence!
Old Whittier town,
I have missed you indeed,
Have missed the bumpy rides by wagon and horse
To Los Coyotes,
Have missed the starry nights of suave embraces
In Sycamore Canyon.
With eyes wide open
I saw the irony of my life,
There, on a long table at Pio Pico.
There, amidst the old pottery and the sombreros
A single pressed morning glory
From the Spanish Bible of The Don,
A single fragile fading flower,
A metaphor for a sad but ecstatic soul,
My somber sullen soaring soul!
Be it known: I lived my life quietly
In the fear of God, and
I died my death screaming curses to his face!
But, truly my friends, truly
I found brazen beauty
Found unimagined enticings
In the final gasping exhalation
Of my last heartbeat.
Categories:
pio, death,
Form: Epitaph
My Little Detective
I saw and first heard
It roared like T-rex and whistled like bird
Underneath the wooden stand shall appear
A finely built little boy wearing a crew cut hair
Far away to the place I stayed
He sometimes banished due to slow internet bandwidth
Turned me into a blank thousand-yard stare
I longed to hear his little jaunt pleasure
He is a picture to reveal my happiness
An allegory to tell my journey’s success
If on a magical-intellectual land of puzzles can inhibit
He is a boon to get me deep through the thicket
A special break in winter, a moment so right
Find the one who likes this color code #4E9258
Whose name is in this code: 16-9-15 14-15-5-12
Reveals a saint’s name and my name is involved
Two factors, holy and first Christmas
He is my love, my whole life to embrace
His mother’s face, their likeness you will know
Read the clue, line-by-line as you go
His time so precious that I need to guard
A super sleuth knows how to trap his bard
Now I cracked the code, solved this riddle
He is my little detective, my son “Pio Noel”
September 4, 2015
Categories:
pio, allegory, cute love, kids,
Form: Rhyme
Turning on the TV
Wonders how they do it
Why they need to flee
Is a matter you know your mother wit
When the world is calm
Somewhere out there needs your help
Who could hear them, and make becalm
Someone watched them like a wolf’s whelp
They are brothers to save wild fauna
With their special creature power suits
Gaining animal powers, saving them from trauma
Transport them in a specific route
Helping rebuild habitat’s life chain
Pio as Chris, Malka as Aviva
JD as Martin, Joakim as Gavin
Teamwork with a brilliant idea
Dolphin’s dive, frogfish’s camouflage
It feels great with these powers
With the strength of rhino charge
Basilisk lizard walking on water
19 November 2014
Written for my son, nephews, and niece who have fun watching The Wild Kratts on TV
With my own song version on http://pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com/
Categories:
pio, adventure, animal, child, kids,
Form: Rhyme