You call Him a God of pain, a master of a cruel terrain,
But how else does a sleeping soul break its heavy mortal chain?
If the world were only comfort, a soft and endless sleep,
We would never look inside ourselves, nor ever climb the steep.
You say He stands aloof and high, ignoring every tear and cry,
While forcing helpless, fragile things to bow beneath His sky.
He is a loving Father, guiding heirs through shifting sands,
Our training is the molding of His patient, tender hands.
But look closer at the "True Sons" and the paths of thorns they trod—
It was not a cosmic punishment, but the wounding of a God
Who bleeds within the creation, who shares the heavy weight,
Not a tyrant on a distant throne deciding human fate.
The illusion is a heavy fog, the fray is fierce and blind,
But the pressure of the dark is what refines the human mind.
He does not demand perfection from the lost who weep and pray,
But the cracks inside our broken hearts let the light illuminate the way.
For love is not a gentle sun that keeps us safe from harm,
Sometimes it is the winter wind that wakes us to the dawn.
Moving forward,
Space so vast,
Time is accessible to the past,
After a lifetime has passed.
Lessons and memories last,
Casting an imprint to find,
As you travel the mind.
Energy was designed,
To be evolved, refined.
As the memories remind you,
A door opens to climb through.
A life brand new,
Just like you were used to.
Right where you left you,
From the Future to the past,
To get it right at last.
Contrast and duality,
Are the lessons I see.
Frustrated, getting angry,
I won't let it get the best of me.
My entity is energy,
Traveling eternity,
The future is just possibility.
The NOW creating memories,
A point in time you can see,
When leaving physicality.
Re entering as a baby,
Refining your reality.
my thoughts turn around
unique feelings awareness
mind replacing lust
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thoughts sensations crossed
unwanted elements dross
mindset changed deemed such
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rectify soul new
birth changed my heart posture soul
from sift to cleanse new
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rectify soul born
refining my consciousness
from sift to cleanse new
Refining consciousness
Line of inquiry
instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded
8/13/24
For refining consciousness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5
Total # Syllables: 68
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 47
Non- living world to hold hidden consciousness.
Under some favourable circumstances
asd suitable environ, life originated from non- living sources.
Started journey
through unicellular to multi -cellular organism
accommodating plant kingdom
and entering into animal world.
Process of evolution went on billions of years
very slowly and still going on under gradual refinement.
Realisation sprouting from intangible intuition
twined with cognitive impulsion
igniting dormant consciousness.
Conflagrating confluence of confusion
leading to path of enlightenment
breaking contour of ignorance
converging to consciousness.
Consciousness is capability of analytic judgement
overpowering 'selfishness, greed, malice
Strong sense of right and wrong,
confidence to count on justice.
supporting sanity and humanity.
Continuous evolution of consciousness running
excelling and refining to reach summit,
merging to supreme power.
Forgetting what is "right"
In favor of what's sound
Subjectivity is lost
When objectivity is found
This may prove problematic
For people more dogmatic
So even though society
Does not necessarily agree
That will not stop me
From being me
REFINING CONSCIOUSNESS
The time has long gone since consciousness woke
Some do say that it is unique to the human mind
For some it always appears as mirrors and smoke
The sharpest brain is sometimes quite hard to find
For them, study and mental exercises might work
And for all the rest, they have just left it unrefined
But with brain exercises, one should not go berserk
An ability for thinking straight is often quite enough
Otherwise, one just embraces all that mist and murk
So, no more of all that dry academic research stuff
There are many brains still collecting dust and fluff
When we see not God’s face, it’s fall from grace,
there being no adequate substitute,
so in staid stillness, our steps we retrace,
remaining vigilant and resolute.
Myriad dark desires twirl us around
but negating each such impulse received,
aligned with love, we firmly stand our ground,
no longer by patterns of old deceived.
Ego identity is the blockage,
easily removed, choosing to be still
and thus in timeless time, coming of age,
surrendering will, voids within us fill.
There’s no fixed time frame for soul to ascend
and it matters not, since life is a dream,
where all we need to do, is gently bend,
reflecting light, like a joyful moonbeam.
I may not be plagued by vices,
I may not be inundated with foibles,
I have my disparate troubles,
I have my recalcitrant midnight.
I have sought a way through the woods,
A way out of the tempest that trails me,
It’s been an uphill task,
For this, a plethora of questions I ask.
Have I been yoked with my incessant turmoil?
Have we entwined like a woven fabric?
I fight the monsters that walk into my day,
Yesterday’s conquest hasn't allayed them.
My mind is a valley of turbulent streams,
It’s a waterfall of thunderous claps,
I'm encompassed by the untold,
As dawn awakens they unfold.
Some things are beyond us,
Some things are unknown,
They give us a different view,
They sculpt us for the dark days.
May 4, 2023.
I know that I know.
I know less now.
I care less.
I miss less.
I want for less.
I'm satisfied with
here and now,
not what might
have been,
not with might
be yet to become.
What I know
suffices.
I know what I know.
Have you noticed someone staring at you
And pointing a finger at what you do
But when you look around
There’s nary a sound
Nobody, no person
‘Cept you to be found
As the only starer
Snooping for errors
Have you noticed that someone staring at you
Is the same person that you thought you knew
Though it’s hard to behold
That realizing enfold
Along with the shame
When barraging yourself
And doing the same
To everyone else
Why give yourself that negative attention
When you rate more than honorable mention
For just being you
Not what you do
And let others exist
Just as they please
Which as life’s gift
Is handled with ease
May 3, 2023
I awoke
Alone
In a crowded field
Budding potential
Growing amidst
Disillusionment.
Tossed into the air
Stung by the edges
Of chaffs collusion
Separated
From all connection
To whatever was
Set adrift
On what is
©5/3/2023
The wind blows in May
and leaves on branches
dance as if they’ve found new life.
While seeking the light
of a season reborn
I ask
what must I remember
and what I must forget.
My past lives
lie in shadows
and whisper despair
anger of betrayals
anguished cries
of all that was lost,
and I ask
how can I make my peace.
The sun shines
on seedlings
such joy found
as they sway
in a soft breeze.
Such splendor found
when I walk among flowers
as they flourish
and I’m a child again.
May 2, 2023
Human life is one of His sublime creations.
Blessed life is entangled in the clutches of relations.
Diametric elements often co-exist.
Dragon bees and sweet honey exist at one hive.
The seven sins pride, wrath, lust, avarice,
Envy, gluttony and sloth consume souls.
Excessive pride of Icarus led to his downfall.
Blake’s ‘A poison Tree’, about wrath is an eye-opening.
Fall of Troy, envy of Shylock, avarice of King Midas teach us good lessons
Gluttony leads to ugly and shameful body posture.
Sloth pushes into procrastination of doings.
Try to overcome.
No need to encipher the secrets of scriptures
And no need to chant magical words.
Let's unmask our consciences and provide space for introspection.
We can get insight and rebuild our behavior.
Self-Examination is the best practice.
Let's be aware of what we think, speak and do.
Managing emotions builds our decorum
Right perception builds right personality.
Refining consciousness is mandatory to get rid of all impurities.
Placed: 6th
Refining consciousness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Date: 01-05-2023
Every moment, everyday
Comes a chance to paint your way
Be not caught in mad emotion
For, calmness is your salvation
Unjust hate is an obsession
It veils the eyes of prudent reason
It makes the heart a sightless slave
Until it sinks into the grave
Before you hate, know first your reason
For, ignorance is like a treason
The one you hate is even clueless
So, hating blind is just a madness
Fear likewise is an illusion
Just like a latent misconception
Don’t let your fear curtail your movements
Find your courage to paint your moments
Make sure that you first understood
Before your fear settles for good
For, too much fear is a weakness
That halts your chance for great success
The blinding haze of ignorance
Deprives the soul of its greatest chance
Don’t waste your time in deathly passion
When you can love for greatest reason
April 30, 2023
Refining Consciousness Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Unseeking Seeker
Conscientia
Moral consciousness, penned by Cicero
State of understanding and realizing changes are inevitable
if we are to evolve spiritually and humanitarianism.
Let us work toward a greater good
Utilizing our introspection, imagination and self-awareness
Seeking empathetic paths to uplift and uphold others.
Let us open our minds to new patterns of thinking
Switching our perceptions to include appreciation for others
Uniting the world in like-minded activities of charity and compassion
Recognizing our beta waves are able to thought-switch
We can promote positivity, avoiding negativity and fear.
Written 4-28-2023
Contest: Refining Consciousness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
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