Contrapuntal lines
of
floating/flowing
ebullient/euphonic
sounds
gradually
evolve/revolve
around/through
space & time
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Vibrating images
of
floating/flying
protean/penetrative
holons
slowly
evolve/revolve
around/into
void & plenum
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Resonant fields
of
fleeting/furtive
enlightened/ethereal
fragments
quickly
evolve/revolve
around/from
earth & space
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Beneath the fabled, innocent and polished mind
In a tinderbox wrapped up by an askant beldam’s hand
Above an unmarked grave that is welcoming, rather kind
A pair of eyes noticed a hue in the dunes of white sand.
Nom de Dieu! Shall we move forward as I amn’t uncivil,
Scarcely having been crude or a tad coarse,
Do not trap me in the cyclone of this swivel,
Do not tempt me with a sale on a second-grade bourse.
A gauche tongue displayed a tonne of venom
Is it just a gene that could not have kept it shut?
There is nothing more that destroys a character plenum
There is no pain anymore that felt like a punch in the gut.
Ohh Helen, this time a polemic won’t start a war
I originate in my own omphalos, in silence and solitude,
Driven by sheer desire to wear nothing more
Then my pallium until my last prelude.
Swing, sweet child
Kick your legs high
Swing, sweet child
Reach for the sky
The swing's your pendulum
Gather momentum
The world's your proscenium
Elicit oohs and aahs from the plenum
Pull hard, sweet child, with all of your might
Extend your reach upward to maximum height
Rock the frame of the swing-set till the dusk of twilight
Your silhouette framed against newborn starlight
Your wondrous display of finesses linked with brawn
Has all those assembled cheering you on
As you soar over sandbox and adjacent green lawn
In your best party dress of pink lace chiffon ...
Swing, sweet child
Kick your legs high
Swing, sweet child
Reach for the sky
The Search !
My eyes do wade, looking for you around,
coming to terms with facts, it hits aground!
Where on earth is my breath? is my thought;
pall of gloom descends as I decipher the plot!
All across in this world and beyond that spread,
not finding true love is something we ever dread!
The essence is felt with the feeling of one,
it is thy physical absence - that I do shun!
I stare at the space and wondering at the maze,
its at the unseen consciousness I fix my gaze!
Thoughts at random, do surface from the past,
but, gently weaned all out and didn't let any last!
Whence and to whither, will this journey slither?
neither origin nor end, in time - will everything wither?
In the plenum of consciousness, matter is a process;
in its making and its breaking that we find roses!
And as I sank in thought, in search of mine,
homed-in deep within and found my divine!
Never away, and there can never ever be,
ah, my search stopped after I found me in thee!
There is a vast domain,
Grounded on a golden land;
There the immortals remain,
And those who in holiness stand.
Once I reminisce on the pure realm
Beyond the shadows peep
Where beings in white apparel swiftly touch
My sovereign bids me to natter
Of how mortal there must occupy
In eternal bliss
Where the mighty one is eternally pleased
Not a taste of this ground is felt
Nor the chattels of this home can compare
The lanes are of choice treasure
The trees fairer than cedars of Lebanon
And of the river, as crystal, not like Jordan
Yet unmixed, while that of Euphrates is less
Every flower is arrayed gorgeously
And they sing melodies, not upon ten strings
But upon angelic inspiration, of harps
Made without hands
Time has no power there, nor can cause—
Oldness or baldness
There are no unequal roads of life
For goodness remains a seal,
The vast domain speaks plenitude
For the plenum from all race
The sun and the moon are not at their posts
And upon the brightness, its source is not from them
At instances when I feel the heat
Of this accommodating hut
Then I reminisce on the pure realm.
Many eyes saw me pass, as I rode by
My reasons have fallen, like a brick house with nobody inside
Myself, I am nothing, a mere echoing of You
Yet I insist tis’ our first meeting and that you’ve left me clue
So again we return to this
This Being that incessantly persists
Where no words reach, yet all language subsists
As a hand, silent as the wind gently kissing passed leaves
She journeys through our myst
Convening the plenum as we breath
At night she rests in her natural state,
Yet we upon this rock have gone amiss
Saturated, once again within her tears,
Our purpose her bliss
And life sings its song across the cosmic ocean
For I to witness
Oh if the air could speak...
silent
spirit voices
signal present dolens
gently shaping thermy plenum
genomes
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