Look at body-mind as a car we drive,
from which upon death we will disembark,
so we renounce goals for which we did strive,
sailing in the void on an upward arc.
This world is a dream, so it’s unreal,
therefore to which object should we then cling?
Shifting to the heart, we being to feel,
throb of bliss magnetism that makes heart sing.
Divine aligned, mind fixated on God,
objects of the world holding no allure,
at our slow motion awakening awed,
our childlike presence is pure and demure.
We flow with ease, mode embrace and release ~
There are no demons we need to appease
Eclectic Notions on A Sunbeam
I cannot see inside your mind unless it’s telescopic
On bended knee it rains sublime with the next contentious topic
I’m rendered please into decline as I am incline to stop it
Befriended a line of enchanted rhyme to retreat from the myopic
Auspicious arguments that have no point or vision
Vicious bargains that consort to continue upon their mission
Superstitious monuments that distort the acquisition
Pernicious paradigms for high concept mimes that refute the inquisition
Social intimidation before you’ve even left the house
Perocial lamentations leave you quiet as a mouse
Antisocial inclinations at the introverted house
Precocial salutations that leave me wanting to renounce
Perspectives on the global scene bereft of accuracy or intention
Detectives of the broken dreams wishing upon the next invention
Reflective thoughts before the scream to bequeath an intercession
Eclectic notions on a sunbeam underneath my last confession
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
They inhale the poisonous substance,
adduction had no power over resistance;
their brain's responsiveness is too slow:
look at them: their glance is so mellow!
This is the offspring of the floating potheads,
they renounce everything that means strides;
they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes:
soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. "
Vacant glances and sunken cheeks stir disgust,
their veins must be fed with drugs, not nutrients;
don't they stretch out that bony hand to collect
a meager sum not enough to buy Ecstasy pills?
Onlookers speed by, not expressing human apathy
for the useless ones who display a state of misery,
but who are the offspring of the floating potheads?
Friends, strangers, the homeless, and the Diddies!
Before you ask
The answer is no
I will never surrender courage
For a place of defeat and storage
I will not abandon faith
For a worthless attachment to an uncertain estate
I refuse to relinquish love
For a well-fitted but counterfeit glove
I cannot renounce my goal
For a destination that ambushes my true role
I will not forsake confidence
For a river that runs with polluted opulence
I refuse to discard determination
For a chance to keep company with resignation
I dare not part with humility
For a life that grants honor to futility
Before you ask
Rest assured the answer is no
We must never renounce
the dignity of being...
So that we do not fall
into the hasty,
cunning nonconformity of non-belief...
Let us reach the chimera of dreams,
even leaving visible traces
of our weaknesses...
Let us tread uncertain grounds
with the greatest certainty of the superior,
because we are sublimely graced by it,
towards the final peak of glory...
Let us have faith in the endless struggle,
let us be stoic on the journey,
we have the Lord by our side,
this is what is most valuable,
this is what matters most...!
When you plan something spur of the moment,
At first you feel proud and in charge,
But the longer you think,
It will end in a blink;
Then the doubts stumble in and loom large.
I need time to mull over my choices,
Possibilities I can assess,
Weighing good points and bad,
What will make me feel glad
And eliminate what might cause stress.
Sometimes, though, I can’t make a decision
And the plans do not ever get made,
So perhaps if I pounce
I might get to renounce
Hesitations that make me afraid.
If the scale tips one way or another,
Either method can end up with doubt,
But at least if you book,
Then by hook or by crook,
An adventure you won’t do without.
Why must disobedience always prevail
in our present days of perfection and self-greed?
Why can't we bow our heads above abhorrent Hell,
admire creation and discard false creed?
O Mighty one, erase all my sins of brash foolishness
so rampant in uncontrolled thoughts of wild moments:
when nothing could trouble the unconscious soul,
when freedom exceeded its will not to avoid a fall!
Forgiving this son of yours, sobbing and despairing,
can bring him the consolation he has sought for too long;
can tears admonish that he's truthful and willing
to renounce all that made him a selfish being, not a king?
Are there hearts purer than gold, brighter than any sunrise light?
Nobody has ever been those except for sinless Christ,
everybody wants glory and if a few find it: its so short:
I seek no glory from men, only anchoring my boat in a safe port!
In as it so seemed to be, desires and fears
had both somewhat ebbed away but this thought was
but a concept conjured by wayward ego …
which we thus renounce.
For as long as we are identified with
body-mind, we are in a state of stupor,
knowing not the light of soul, that glows within …
light that lights all lights.
Recognising truth of our magnificence,
head then melds with toroidal heart, whereupon
we as living light resplendent with rapture …
at last feel complete.
mind plays ping pong
with itself
it is ego subterfuge of course
we may indulge
or renounce
it is our choice
Monday is coming..I can taste the dread.! a sacrifical
Summit i see ahead.' The condemed has long snorted
A magical power.? Dusty corners await now a'quiver to
Devour' aquaintances are many, and friends will be few.'
Times and a half times, once upon a time! (you were new)
You've consulted the augeries, and laid out the bones
Burned up the ether; been all hours on the phone' yet all
Comes to nothing, as when you were in power.? Your drop
Is fast coming, on the hill (you will cower!) Will it be steely
Silence? slippery as ice? Will there be great tumult?
When you are squeezed in the vice.! Will you go out the
Statesman?? It won't be that nice..Yet you tore down and
Ravaged now you'll receive; your own slice' oh yes they are, awaiting in style, in Ottowa to renounce you. Old trudeau.
And your well tarnished wiles.'
“I’m a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which” ~ James A. Owen
As
the soul
by free will,
chose to descend,
that contrast be felt,
thus be known in fullness,
no option remained save trance,
which it entered, burning the bridge
to heaven, God’s wisdom, love and light,
yet cradling deep in heart, the spark divine.
The deed thus done, now caged in feeble form,
splendour of light lost, soul quaked in fear,
yet from time to time heart whispered
secrets not meant to be shared
but love cannot be bound
and so cajoles soul
to renounce fear
so that it
may be
free.
How glad I could be if, like the teaching of the Gita
I can renounce the fruits of each of my tireless labour.
Being a long way from the perfection of Lord Krishna
Midst lost gifts, I'd seek my son's note that I value greater
As boyish, buoyant naughtiness navigated his road
Fun and frolic outwitted his fervour for true wisdom.
Roaming carefree, like a hippy, his youthful trails he trod
My hopes for him were hushed like the glows of a broken prism.
He grew up with his mother dead; I was his all in all.
My chides pierced his heart, which, I know, might be like a knife.
Like a gipsy, with a note, he left; didn't write or call.
That precious note is lost; I feel as though I've lost my life.
Silver, gold, or gems would never match a paternal bond.
Though in the travails of time, bonds tend to fly far beyond
Crazy thoughts
Energy grows deep within
Like magma below the ground
The crown sits heavy on the head
While watching people move around
Humble is a defeated mind
Like truth
It can set you free
But under this skin of flesh
Will forever remain the key
Philosophers question our very lives
While mystics renounce their claims
In the end, the world still spins
The cloud still darkens the day
The sun still shines above the blind
Though the sound may fade away
It is true this vessel will lose
But the spirit will remain the same
Ether bounds us to the ground
Like birds with no wings
If you desire to leave this realm
Make sure your heart can sing
Truth be told when the whistles blow
No one will know the truth
Until the day we release the pain
And spit out the golden fruit
Don't believe the nonsense you read
The truth is all the same
Truth is
I dont know the truth
What i do know is that unity strengthens an individual's voice and being. So find
Your clan strengthen it from within. And just live!
R.K.H
soul’s slow strangulation
as demands are imposed
to which heart succumbs
we can of course renounce
the throne made of thorns
in void centric staid stillness
Now comes a gale,
With it rain and hail.
Fail or prevail,
Virtuous or derailed.
All will be impaled.
Those who’ve lived with thorny crowns,
Will rejoice to renounce.
Those with silver spoons and shining gowns,
Will weep and fall down.
Those with fate and lived to denounce,
Will assume the golden town.
While those who’ve hailed false crowns,
Await the burning hounds.
Though the image pass the storm,
To the hearts beat forever unknown.
If only the journey be known,
One's image never too late to be born.
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