Sounds rained from heaven.
Not insignificant words
like drizzle falling lightly
on steppe or Alpine slope,
but serious sounds:
fists of hail that reduced
the Sinai Mountain into
arid grains of sand.
But they did not understand.
Metalanguage still
precipitates into wars,
confusion reigns and
the vernacular is drowned
in Dead Seas of babble.
Semanticists argue over
the connotation of borders,
and megatons disrupt the heavens.
Still, they do not understand.
I am here to confide it's countrywide
as whenever the British gather together
the first topic of their conversation
is almost always the inclement weather
whatever precipitates such predominant
drizzle discussion drenching debate
or downpour discourse
I do not know and cannot relate
soggy foggy or boggy it's one and the same
altho' it's plain we know where stays the rain in Spain
it has also been seen to land on England's pleasant green
yet after such falls mostly all goes down the drain
yet without its descent on the Emerald Isle
there'd be no rainbows to make me smile
but fleeting I do remember it well and can recall
out of three hundred and sixty-five it was the one day
when nothing liquid dripped down from the sky
and as a result last year summer was on a Monday
as we are being meditated upon
the aspect of us that believes we are this
by power of intent precipitates dew drops at dawn
felt as bliss magnetism bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss
from a centreless fulcrum the cosmic gong of Om resounds
sound of one hand clapping within is clearly cognised
spontaneous rise of bliss rapture within astounds
love and light of God in our heart is realised
Up the delicate dale
of latticed life,
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky,
hermit horizon
shimmers sensuous,
glows paled passion.
On convolute contours
of scrambled dream,
whirlpool desire
swivels in inert stream,
arcane mindscape
usurped unsculpted
in twilight obscurity.
In platitude plateau,
the final flow
originates inspired,
ordained for
integral fusion
with supreme sea,
the end embrace
of sublime silence.
Suffused whelmed
with sunrise hues,
longing precipitates,
perpetuity illusion
embeds eternity efflux,
carries virtually
the vibrant soul
to the buoyant bay
of bliss.
Blue faded.
The same horizon, the same clouds
changed by brushes from an impressionist painter.
The lavender sky blushes
and the crest of the cheery trees beams
as the wind hums, enticing belated bumblebees.
Twigs rattle waking a little shepherdess bellow.
Amber eyes browse the dusky glen.
She whistles, summoning her hound
and ties her undulating hair with a butterfly.
She engenders a ballroom below the tree’s canopy.
and abandons her boot, her cap, her apparel.
A blushful wind sews a new dress with dead leaves.
She tiptoes on the top of the grass blades
and two small primroses flourish on her face
as the tender breeze takes a rhyme from her lips.
The tangling grass tickles her feet
and a perishing sunray slips between the leaves
to reach her cheeks.
She hoovers free and twirls making herself a target
for distracted bowmen…
.. her dog barks and she eyes down
to a basket with four remaining heart-shaped berries.
Night arrives and starlight precipitates.
The little shepherdess greets the drops of rain with a spin.
Listen, listen to the lingering melody.
our magnetised palms suggest
there is healing work to be done
by energy transfer if so ordained
by the will of the universal mind
wherein the palms are a conduit
available in this realm and density
attached to an organic earth form
ensouled by essence of presence
of Holy Spirit in totality of so being
individuated as spark of the flame
thus, there being no one here within
all that is, is a holographic module
readied but not as yet employed
being but a resource under testing
being checked for ego interference
which may yet be lying within await
for Spirit will brook no interference
by narrow agendas ego precipitates
and so magnetised palms must wait
alive, vibrant, receptive, yet tranquil
an event precipitates
all options seem to lose
in as contracting heart’s joy
as yet immersed in the transient
our soul rests in the vibrant void
witnessing the ebb and flow
nonchalant to outcomes
for life is but a dream
13-January-2023
Do you look at the sky
when it precipitates?
The originally watery form
is the real you.
Transparent and clear
While that cloudy frosty form,
when you are down,
opaques your identity.
The obsession
of considering others superior,
alienating yourself
blinds you
from appreciating the reality.
Remember
It's the rainbow
which adds colours to the sky
more commonly
not a snowbow
the simple stark fact that
an aggressive reaction arose
even if quelled in the next moment
signals that lower mind is as yet active
our consciousness yet has a dormant affinity
that attracts and nurtures such vibrations
whereas when no crisis precipitates
our ego tells us that all is well
reinforcing this delusion
we are thankful to the universe
for testing us thus from time to time
that we may reflect in quiet contemplation
engaging in consciousness correction
mindful that stupor is the cause
for us to sink in darkness
20-December-2021
Deep crisis precipitates, mind yet calm
Having long since melded with glowing heart
Our presence suffused by loves healing balm
Bliss ignition does each moment restart
Thus external illusions rise and fall
Essence of presence, eternal witness
Erst fears are blown away, by the bliss squall
Vibrant remains, our dynamic stillness
Dreams within dreams, continue to play on
Heart immune, once we be in alignment
Fleeting ego attachments are all gone
Soul celebrates, tranquil in contentment
Surrendered to Gods will, our thoughts are still
All voids within, soma nectar does fill
16-August-2021
Black swan effect, crisis precipitates
Leaving the faint of heart, totally wrecked
Save brave hearts, who in stillness meditate
Our fall into the abyss, goes unchecked
All that matters now, is we stand erect
Boldly facing, whatever be our fate
Theory of randomness, not perfect
Black swan effect, crisis precipitates
Knowing time and tide, for no man does wait
Through adversity we gain self-respect
Prayer steeling resolve, till storm abates
Leaving the faint of heart, totally wrecked
Upon earth, as both subject and object
Most succumb to desires; ego borne bait
We are not mind body; fact who’d suspect
Save brave hearts, who in stillness meditate
Deep dark fear, our confidence decimates
Self-imposed delusion, our soul infects
Dwelling in self-pity and thoughts unchaste
Our fall into the abyss, goes unchecked
Oh hermit, ceasing grasping, now connect
To the pulse of love, joyfully gyrate
Let this world of transience have no affect
With fortitude and patience, just out-wait
Black swan effect
18-March-2021
First they closed the five-and-dimes
Now they're closing malls
Is it Amazon or lazy customers
That precipitates this fall
An event suddenly precipitates
Compelling need for a decision
Presence as mist of bliss sedate
Finds no cause for any agitation
Once we have in us no gross matter
Ever free flowing in tranquil joyfulness
Desires neither arise nor can anchor
Uninterrupted is throb of blissfulness
Whilst ego centric souls calculate
Pros and cons of loss versus gain
Immersed in love innocence gyrates
Action heart driven pure & unstained
03-November-2020
A choir of rainfall on soft stones
Bookmarked by wistful nature
Sweet melancholy shelved for
Another day in bed with a book
Yet he opens not only his heart
But windows and soulful founts
Pitter patter from musty pages
Chorus of dew mellowed to words
The roof leaks his wallet is empty
As the mind gathers metaphors
A lonesome apostrophe beckons
Dangles caresses cuddles a stanza
The poet has forsaken a world
Of power greed stark domination
Alludes to breaking their mould
Lavender scent creeps into verse
Sensual meaning drops off fragrances
Lights a passionate fire becomes one
With a precious deluge in anticipation
Precipitates tender longing of harmony
24th February 2020
~when love precipitates, selfishness evaporates~
February 18, 2020
F G I proverb
Brian Strand, sponsor
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