Line of Enquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated” Unseeking Seeker
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Where emptiness dwells, sacred space unfolds,
To make room for fullness in purest guise;
Melting ego and untruths left untold
Yield to real truths laid bare to the eyes.
No need to hurry, no wild race to win,
With self-esteem denied, one respires free,
Profound peace sets in and true joys begin,
Our heart drenched in bliss, rests thrilled like a bee.
The inner stillness secured, can make room
For true knowledge, beyond all worldly gains,
As emptiest cups can hold purest bloom,
Washing the self, free from all worldly stains.
The vast emptiness, where our being lies,
Lets the hallowed calm in that space to fly.
A solo thread textures a pulsating fabric.
Fabric warms the community against the biting of the cold.
Cold fluxes when the heart nourishes the inglenook.
Inglenook flames spark in the neighbor's open hand.
Hand embraces the heaviness of the brother who missteps.
Missteps are repaired by the dust of the land.
Land respires as one through the beat of the barrel.
Barrel bangs the cadence that reconciles every humanity.
Humanity's humanness makes us become outgoing creatures.
Poem by Mugisho N.
Written: October 29, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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cold breath held
sound of footfalls hangs,
gasp seals the steel gate
moth swirls the pane—your name thins —
embers blink
hazed bleak hush
doorway remains sealed,
limestone respires damp
my sword assuage its chisel —
mist veils light
Glass illusions forestry of butterflies in flight
swiveling and turning wing, aiming for sun
hovering over lulling waters of purple hues
Breathing like flowers, frilling up the air
inside a cornucopia world of rich and bright
Birds are calling from afar symmetrical chirps
of grandeur, across the wide expanse
nocturnal illumination of the heart and soul
Varathane music sonatas, flute escapades
within a dormant brook, nature's usurp
Fairies, trellises, and magic twigs interlinked
inside the Foloi forest, the mighty oak respires
aside centaurs and dryads, of their time
an emerald green, bottled by nature herself
all is transformed here, even the sky is pinked
Altered, Remodeled, Reworked, Transformed,
by my sweet, poetic imagination...
"Follow Me "
*Image of Blue Lotus by Pixabay.
The Sound of Silence
glimmer rouses buds
mist glistens o'er possessed scene~~
quietude respires
2022 May 07
*1st Place*
Haiku Nature
~~Sotto Poet: Judged 2022 May 10
HMS: 5,7,5.
Charcoal cloud clutches the marooned moon
The sky stifles behind the dark shroud
The nubile night breathes the music of breeze
Rippling in the sound of silence.
The ocean wreathes with surging surface waves
The water at cold depth is fathomless serene
Respires the breath of dense darkness
Flowing in the sound of silence.
The tapestry of life torn by torment
Searches deep within for the lattice of quietude
The smothered mind soaks the breath of solace
Drifting in the sound of silence.
The captivating cacophony of materialistic life
Suffocates the consciousness of the absolute being
The secluded soul is suffused with the breath of bliss
Wafting in the sound of silence.
In the endless journey of the insensate essence
Across the seamless landscape of the ultimate reality
As we be breathed, feel the breath of Om
Vibrating in the sound of silence.
(Om is the sound of sacred spiritual symbol in Hinduism, signifying the essence of the ultimate reality, consciousness, or Paramatman. (Wikipedia)
August 19, 2021
Contest : As We Be Breathed
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
Gasping ...
The year drew in
Months, weeks and days, anew -
Filled its lungs with the breaths of life,
Hope, promise and endeavor coursed its veins,
Feeding want, deed and wisdom, now ...
It exhales lost shadows,
Weeps and expires ...
Gasping.
Fog respires smoky
Footprints have no existence
Snow showers staring
-December 03, 2018 Chattogram
under bright sun's noon
nature smiles gloriously
be with glorious
at night it respires
rebuilds from every corners
freshness shows at dawn
evening hue says with
good bye for the time being
will come back again
Besetting the tempest
Confronting the bad wind which blows
Browbeating in its way everything that grows
Respires tolerance,peace,security long taken for granted
Ousting seeds of faith painstakingly implanted
Mislay untoward weeds of abhorrence,bribery and corruption
Infest human souls and quarry deception
Over the world prevail and hostility nourish
Ooze into demure minds and values ditch
One contrivance and perhaps the only purchasable
If you delve to flourish a life as feasible
Benefit wisely,exploit that wind anew
Refrain from evil and consciousness issue
Shrug off prejudice and your way elbow
The wind possesses several strings to his bow.
DILIGENCE
Humanity
Faithful in their beliefs
Respires
{Note:These are Our Inner Strength Factors:
1. Veracity
2. Uprightness
3. Candor
4. Diligence}
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PENNED ON AUGUST 22, 2014!
The Lost Heart
If it beats_ _ it still respires
if it aches _ It still senses
if it breaks _ it still feels
if it qualms _ it still rectifies
if it hurts _ it still dears
if it crawls _ it still mooches
if it desires _ it still floats
if it’s alone _ it still misses
if it sleeps _ it still glares
if it stops _ it still fears
if it bleeds _ it still cares
if it dies _ it still fades
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