John Donne* (1572 – March 31, 1631 Jacobean poet, satirist, lawyer and preacher/cleric in the Church of England considered the founding figure of the so-called metaphysical poetry movement dwells in this 6/8/6/8 lined quatrain of stanzas on love the other topic on which his well deserved 'master' poet' reputation famously rests.His analytical mind draws out universal truths recognised by we favoured with true love experientially our lives
*English cleric one John Donne
oneday his poetics had just begun
A master of verse so erotic
so divine & metaphysique
crown steps aside making way for the soul
the knock on our head is distinct and clear
whence touched by magnetism that makes us whole
this chakra pulsates as God’s touch so dear
embodiment of the Monad in form
birthed in the void graced in the physical
is the vivid shift with which we conform
no less than a miracle mystical
there being nothing outside consciousness
all that is polarised is in space-time
seeming separate yet one with oneness
recognised when we meld with bliss beat’s chime
frolicking carefree in drunken delight ~
we surf the bardo in ambedo light
He speaks to all who ask him
Your will, he does obey
Your laughter and your judgement
He endures it every day
But now it's night. It's Silent
The pier is empty, cold
The sound of waves on metal
And creaking wood so old
I gaze into his prison glass
His eyes they mesmerize
I cannot walk away from him
I feel I'm recognised
His eyes sink into my soul
He seems to know me well
His tired paint and faded robes
Have secrets yet to tell
I feel for his loneliness
He's enslaved forevermore
But something in him smiles
A glimpse of ancient lore
I stay for what seems hours
He blurs and seems to move
Something stirs behind the glass
Whispers I cannot prove
A click of gears and switches
I step back from his stare
A little bit of paper
that paper was not there
I run away towards the lights
I'm cold and numb can't breathe
I look at that small paper
and it is...just empty.
what once used to stress us, no longer does
body-mind is now instrumentalised
tranquil heart’s at peace, filled with love’s bliss buzz
life as impulsed is neither weighed nor sized
and with truth of Self within recognised
as both this form and vastness of the sky
we surf the bardo, where we wingless fly
New Life
Understandable this life. Things are changed
So many, everything. Or just my age? Time?
No, I can’t feel the time, but it recognised
Living in a timeless heart means forever to die
Every moment in my life is death. I feel that
Death feeling, oh, far, but call from, ringing
Live in death, my desire, not calling for life
It’s not casual, dropping a human life is
Not my mistake, human life put me down
– That’s why the demons save you
Life is not for a simple guy, just for gangs
– There is another way. We shall that
Way, way. Hmm. I listen to it a lot of times
Way. But there is only a cruel future, time
– There is another way; we shall take that path
No. Never. But this is my decision. Dark life
Dark and glittering life, Stay, but demonic mind
– Human with a demonic mind, a dark sun
Yes, but I must respect some of my friends
I respect, but after I pass, I will be dark
– And start a new life. On a demonic planet
– Invited
Thank you
So much
My new life
Our head is tapped, in bliss mists capped
and lower chakras join the dance.
We walk on a path God has mapped,
silence and stillness our soul’s stance.
The Absolute is recognised,
manifest and unmanifest
but we are not self-realised,
for ego’s an unwelcome guest.
Be this as it may, we are still,
poised in the void, by bliss seduced;
love perches on heart’s window sill,
leaving nothing to be deduced.
You are the source of my soul.
The colour of my blood.
The lilt of my accent.
The waves of the ocean.
The wind of the night.
The beginning and the ending of me.
Your craters moulded the depth of my eyes.
Your dust painted the colour of my skin.
Your light kissed my body to life.
I am utterly devoted to your illumination.
Years after my separation to you, on this beautiful land I recognised you for the first time. We talked for hours until dawn and from that day on, you never left.
And I never forgot.
Your residual filled my lungs and your orbiting holes of light hummed through my veins.
I lit up, stardust and moondust shimmering within my roots, giving me a sense of faded nostalgia and a déjà vu that acknowledged you.
You were my home.
You are my home.
My place of origin.
My place of birth.
My place of creation.
I am a child of the cosmos.
A devotee to the universe.
A skin of stars.
A heart outweighing gravity.
A loyal disciple, belonging only to you.
I am an angel of the moon.
And I will end where I once began.
For even in my ending, I belong solely to you.
“Never, my child, did I have death or deathlessness, poison or poisonlessness. How shall I speak of the pure and the impure? I am free from disease-my form has been extinguished.”
The heartbeat of God is all love and light,
throb of bliss in unending renewal,
suffused thus in ineffable delight,
which then projects Itself in realm dual,
where to live by love is the only rule.
We as an ego are but a God-spark,
navigating realms on an upward arc.
All domains are real, yet also dreams,
wherein each form in times merges with God,
along octaves of love, He Himself beams,
recognised by us when our heart has thawed,
revealing light of Self that has us awed.
Om is God’s gong that takes us all along,
back to heaven, which is where we belong.
Viewing body-mind as a projection,
the game is simply descent and ascent,
wherein love ensures with God connection,
for which simply following bliss mist’s scent
the light of heaven in heart makes advent.
In this maze we can never go astray,
if voice of conscience remains our mainstay.
“I never have the high, low, or middle state. I have no friend or foe. How shall I speak of good and evil? I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
All that is, is but one energy field,
within which myriad objects appear,
which we may say is power God does wield,
wherein each dream image to Him is dear
and it’s but ignorance that causes fear.
Across all domains, God alone exists,
Whose love and light wayward ego resists,
so once this truth is by us recognised,
the light of wisdom banishes the mists,
whence our true Self in heart is realised.
“There is neither invitation nor casting off; how can there be flowers, leaves, meditations, and recitation of sacred texts, and how can there be worship of Siva, which is identity and difference?”
Contemplate: where can omnipresence move?
Thus, for God there is neither space nor time,
self-aware consciousness as does behoove
vibrant Self radiating bliss beat’s chime.
Waves are not separate from the ocean,
so likewise all that is, is God alone,
be it the void or worlds in motion,
the rainbow’s hues and each musical tone.
Life forms everywhere are breathed by God’s will,
merely seeming differentiated,
this wisdom recognised when we are still,
whence we shine as pure Self, liberated.
Transcending all forms, concepts and labels
we shine as Self spoken of in fables.
A nightshift a long time ago
I worked with a girl
Her boyfriend didn’t approve
Approve of her working with men
She asked me not to answer the phone
So her boyfriend whouldn’t know
Know of her working together with men
A pasient died during the night
Procedures and protocols to perform
To perform with compassion
So when the phone rang, I answered it
There where no reply, from the other end
And others to call, so I hung up the phone
Two days later, looking out of the tram window
I saw her face, battered and bruised
And knew, her boyfriend really didn’t approve
Approve of her working together with men
A problem I had no solution for
A spring day 25 years later I sat on a train to Oslo
At the Oslo S I saw a couple, recognised the girl
Couples usually goes hand in hand, arm in arm
Or arm around body, arm around shoulder
He was holding her arm!
A problem I still have no solution for
And then comes the poem:
Her facial expression
Battered and bruised
It still bothers me
Her facial expression
A sunny spring day at Oslo S
It still bothers me
It still bothers me
He wandered all alone on a tortured narrow path
Seeking solace from the anguish plagued his thoughts, lay deep within
An epiphany, suddenly aware, the source of his discomfort
Time had now arrived for a new direction to begin
Recognised external forces,he was forever wont to blame
now at the crossroads of this discontented life
accept this new found challenge, how to change the game
He began with meditation, cultivated self love and respect
The old thoughts dissipating, negativity he could now reject
Further down the track he became aware of our loving Gods existence
So every now and then chats to God, sends him love, says thanks for your assistance
“My child, I am not devoid of nonexistence and existence. My child, I am not devoid of unity and absence of unity, My child, I am not devoid of mind and absence of mind. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
Manifestation is held in space-time,
ensouled as it were, by the breath of God,
clear truth recognised betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
in tranquil stillness by hearts that have thawed.
Beyond the frontiers of our lower mind,
eye of the eye and ear of the ear,
emits a pulsation, with love aligned,
attuned to which there then remains no fear.
When egoic sense of separation ends,
clear light dawns by power God does wield,
whence on thought cessation, the soul ascends,
one with oneness, in a singular field.
Oh worthy hermit, etch these words in stone ~
Everything, everywhere is God alone
“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.
True colours are shown none of them blue
A sad time for our country this is so true
Media speaks did I hear that right mate
Can’t fix the homeless but give a recognised state
The war we are in on our own soil
Up against the soulless together we be loyal
With heavy hearts & a tear in the eye
It doesn’t seem real what happened in Bondi
Shock Numbness felt around the world that day
Whoever is behind this no mercy they will pay
Leader we need Australian Made
Not someone easily bought & paid
Another election should be our right
Aussies are ready to take on the fight
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