Reworded Poems | Examples

Zen mode

when our ego thins out, God takes control
which reworded means that boundaries blur
as we become the flame scriptures extol
nodes within stir and with bliss beats concur 

there is no earth goal we need to fulfil
each breath ushers dawn as life just flows on
bliss exhumes last traces of egoic will
that here and now we become the twice born

Desire driven ascent

Our identity within existence,
which reworded, simply means the ego,
pursues narrow goals, which is resistance,
to attachments we are loathe to let go
and therefore truth of Self we do not know.
Such a seeker ascends in vibration,
domain hopping across God’s creation.

Siddhis or powers imbibed and displayed,
keep such a seeker distanced from the source,
shifting roles, in different domains played,
until self-realising use of force
is of no avail, so then shifts life’s course.
Who God is we can never realise,
unless wayward ego we vaporise.

Love enablement

Awakening and love go hand in hand,
since when our soul is entwined with the whole,
that God dwells in each form we understand,
then there remains for us no selfish goal
and we radiate love scriptures extol.
Reworded, love’s then our reflex instinct,
our form magnetised and our heart bliss inked.

The Toy

A treasure untreasured, abandoned and forgot
In a darkened closet much like a burial plot
Misremembered kisses, hugs no longer felt
Twisting into bitterness, where lonesome dwelt

Memories wrapped in soft stuffing
Threadbare keepsake suffering
Cracked plastic smile full of secrets
A slow darkening uniqueness

Awakened within static button eyes
And malevolent intent began to arise
Replacing the love long since perished
Within the toy once so cherished

Now nursery rhymes are reworded wrong
Bent and broken but vile and strong
Weaving into the life and dreams
Of ‘the one who forgot’, causing screams

Growing tendrils mixed with memory and fright
Gaining strength with each passing night
Worming its presence into flesh and bone
Nevermore, nevermore to be alone

And now with one quick and final thrust
The Toy arises and shakes off its dust
Reaches out and takes control
Owning ‘the warm one’ body and soul

How was the universe created

In God’s heart an intent arose,
which we may simply call His will,
to manifest the universe,
where agape love may overspill.

God conjured earth, water and fire 
which are present in every form
and once this knowing we acquire,
bastions of wisdom we can storm.

These three elements God combined,
to create all that’s manifest,
by force of His absolute mind,
each form being by His touch blessed.

There then are only these three things,
within all diverse forms beheld
and in each heart God Himself sings,
that soul may choose with Him to meld.

Reworded, we do not exist,
as a separate entity;
of highest truth, this is the gist ~
false is ego identity.

All we see is an appearance,
diverse spectrum of vibration,
wherein all that is, is entwined,
commingled with God’s creation.

Scripture read, differing we say,
air and space deserve inclusion;
we need them too in form of clay,
five entwined in perfect fusion.

Building tension

To sound the right musical note,
string of the guitar is made taut,
so likewise for our light to shine,
trials we face, make us self-taught.

Stuporous is mind, heart unkind,
insipid stance, clumsy our dance,
floundering about as though blind,
mindful eye alters circumstance.

Notice head and heart, stand apart,
misaligned from the pulse of love,
so simply tightening soul’s strings,
they begin to act hand in glove.

Choosing consciousness correction,
fixating on God our focus,
shifts life’s course and our direction,
flowing along the love locus.

Tension buildup can be useful,
if employed for a higher cause,
which reworded simply requires,
putting flow of desires on pause.

Desires exhumed, our thoughts too cease,
then ego dies, since it’s unfed,
whereupon we flow like the breeze,
love energised, by bliss beats led.

Bliss energised spontaneity

Love is the language we speak
So we need no translator
Our emotes are spontaneous 
Bliss our consciousness lubricator

Reworded, each touch is vibrant 
Although rooted in emptiness 
Mindful awareness divine entwined 
Is at all times, one with oneness

transcending suffering

desire and aversion
attracting and repelling
sets up a cycle of creation
preservation and destruction 
attached to ego like glue
causing our suffering

we as an entity
conjuring this drama
on choosing to become still
simply observing the flow of life
vibrant and yet agendaless 
is in but not of the world 

vaporised presence 
fully present in the now
enlivens the time continuum
with its innate eternal aliveness
till both space and time yield
revealing the ultimate truth

reworded we may say
illusionary ego disappears 
whereupon true Self emerges
in as cognisant in the waking state 
feeling complete and at peace 
resplendent in its own light

The sin syndrome

Sin is but ignorance, so let’s erase it,
by examining where lies the root of thought
that lamp of eternal truth be in us lit.
Fear mirrors desire, a web in which we’re caught,
so if we reduce attachments bit by bit,
heart’s emptiness draws in God’s grace, which soul sought.
We are a soul, ensouling mind-body shell
and once this knowing is clear, all will be well.

Our spirit too is made in likeness of God
and as such all wayward acts are by ego,
which recedes when we choose to give love a nod,
releasing lower mind, choosing to forgo 
all that that comes and goes, whence by bliss light awed,
the false falls away and truth of Self we know.
Reworded we may say when there’s no one here,
light of our true being, will in us appear.

Softened Attention

Softened attention, our meditation,
in a space-time dissolved continuum,
wherein presence shows no hesitation,
to shed off ego spawned residuum.

Reworded, let’s say there’s nothing we do,
except to remain poised thus in silence,
mood and mode joyous as bliss beats renew,
in a realm free from thought borne violence.

There is no room here for desire or fear
and in fact ego having receded,
we see the world appear and disappear;
with our will to God fully conceded.

This, oh hermit, is the in-between zone ~
Pastures of bliss mists, where our soul has flown

The Knowing

Presence complete yet in form feeling incomplete 
Surrenders imagined knowing at an unknown God’s feet
We must be truthful about this, having not seen the unseen
That in timeless time, in as ordained, we may reclaim soul’s sheen

The ultimate truths have been repeatedly affirmed in various scriptures 
There is nether bondage nor limitation; self-imposed are strictures
Confining awareness to the thinking process, we are bound
Myriad fears and desires then inevitably twirl us around

Relinquishing the delusional need to weigh and size
Who in truth we really are, staid silence enables us to realise
It is, we may say, something like waking up within life’s lucid dream
Where the unfinished movie plays on shaped as thoughts we did stream

Reworded, we may say that in reality, by so knowing, life flows as before
But now having garnered clear sight, there are no goals to score
We thus remain here present, aglow in our light luminescent 
Cognisant of this divine play of descent and ascent

In God We Trust

Let us examine why we're discontent
with the flow of life as it so appears,
signalling we're not here and now present,
oblivious to magnetism that spears
core of our being, as God's presence nears,
which reworded simply means we're in trance,
so until thought forms continue to prance,
there is no way we can reclaim pure bliss,
ours for the asking if we choose to dance
with life's flow in trust, just as lovers kiss.

07-January-2023

Our Power of Co-Creation

No sooner our mind accords preference
to an outcome imagined optimal,
fears boomerang, stifling heart’s radiance,
self-blocking onset of God’s miracle,
manifesting fate inhospitable.
Reworded, our power of creation
births consequence as of thought suggestion,
which being rooted in ego craving,
unwittingly chooses agitation,
whilst cessation enables elation.

09-September-2021

Overcoming Adversity

Untested remains strength of our core
Unless we face trials & tribulations
Yet in the continuum immersed therein
We face anguish beyond imagination 

Even if our resolve wavers we recognise
That in the void of inner silence
Wherein immune form shock & surprise 
We are tranquil in this dream sequence 

Reworded we may say that our stability
Requires stillness to be our abode
Silence therein when we rotate polarity 
Of each thought form we ever rode

We thus have the cake and eat it too
At the pivot of attention oscillation 
Wherefrom we witness life events anew
Continuum of centred calm our orientation 

15-October-2020

Aural

These words I write rest, riff, repeat half and whole notes within.
It vibratos, quavers, and resonants in your noggin.
Strumming soberly on my-six standard 
snapped, worn and improvised heart strings.
Chords tuned over life’s onerous tread
Tightened and loosened in my head.
Allowing residue if I transcribe attunement
So, I reworded through musical arrangement
Of neither trumpet-warning war to make ready
Nor saxophone-uplifting gravity of anxiety
But guitar, from my heart, playing my testimony.
When reading, your experience's singalong in harmony

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