from outside looking in
from inside looking out
polarities thus rotated
we playfully go about
How self-worth waves count,
when the ray of love struck,
skimmed my anxious being,
that inner light rotated a plus,
focus on healing curative,
looking glass on past event,
morphing current field of view,
behind the outer world mask
silver, aluminium, gold metal,
counterpart to my renewal
The rotations caught up with me.
Just dancing like cutting into a universe like pineapple.
Doodling hopelessly because a strand of data ended my consciousness.
They were like dandelions because they have a grip on reality with horse hooves.
The generated plasma ended up in a dream.
Just like blood vessels I can see from here!
three aliens camped out in the desert in the heat of the day
Their skin which had been green, turned a tiny bit more gloomily gray
They were huddled around a campfire or was it a TV?
I tried to tiptoe past them, hoping their intentions were friendly
One of them pointed and my head began to twirl around my neck
It rotated three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle, what the heck?
the aliens laughed; one of them handed me a tin full of beer
I did not dare reject it, because I was now trembling with fear
funny stories were told in their alien language, which I did not know.
I was relieved at two thirty-five a.m. when they finally let me go.
they had a giggle that clued me as to when I should laugh
I ran all the way home to hug my cuddly, a furry giraffe.
belied expectations
caused feeling of hurt
inability to let go
made resentment spurt
the earth rotated
and seasons changed
but the ego-mind
remained deranged
reinforced by thought
suffering amplified
soul’s light within heart
seemed to have died
the witch doctor
offered a cure
choose cessation
and make heart pure
stagnation is death
flow like the breeze
sensations any
embrace and release
what causes shadows
that opaques light
ego is the blockage
which diminishes delight
first forgiveness
a Ho’oponopono prayer
then acceptance
spake the soothsayer
the bubble of anger
burst noiselessly in the void
soul’s light was revealed
pure and unalloyed
if gender polarity is rotated ~
who’s that within us who is agitated
know that roots of conditioning go in deep ~
although we are not body-mind, yet we weep
as is now fashionable
I visited a spiritual medium
it was all to satisfy my curiosity
and relive me from my life’s tedium
entering lucid trance in the vast void
instantly my soul guide appeared
he held my hand and assured
there’s nothing to be feared
in a gentle voice he spoke
body dies but the soul lives on
souls reincarnate time and again
once love’s imbibed our ego is shorn
he then took me into past lives I lived
genders and nationalities rotated
each touch felt was displayed
soul seeking to be liberated
I saw my beliefs were fickle
depending on culture born into
yet in each life my heart sparkled
feeling rhythm of God’s breath renew
I exited the session feeling much wiser
knowing God as pure love and light
He wants us to become as He
heightening bliss delight
discarding concepts
we swim in the ocean
of the totality of all that is
ever vibrant
always spontaneous
delighting our childlike heart
with a soothing caress of bliss
we have long since ceased
calibrating spiritual progress
since polarities rotated
we now are the void
pervading feeble form
and as both waves and the shore
we enjoy surfing the bardo
As witness consciousness, we hush heart’s blush
Thoughts rested, attention animated
In time stretched calm, placid, peaceful and plush
From mundane existence, insulated
With cravings of lower mind vacated
Treading gently, renouncing pathways stern
We feel presence by love impregnated
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Humming a melody, as does the thrush
We play out our ordained role, as fated
Every heartbeat heightens, with love our crush
Each emote now as by truth dictated
Demons of our past, thus decimated
Benign love friction causes nodes to churn
How long for this moment, soul has waited
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Polarities dance, the mingle and brush
Nodes within are, by spirit rotated
Feeling a sublime elixir onrush
No wonder heart is always elated
Surging joy that cannot be translated
Magnetism cascades in mind-body urn
Each breath prayerfully celebrated
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Gently thus, by grace initiated
Twice born, we live on, truth of Self discern
Transformed by light, soul’s illuminated
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Bliss imbibed but not assimilated,
cajoles us to enter silence tranquil,
that whence polarities are rotated,
ego recedes on surrendering will
and we see light of Self, when we are still.
The seeker who searches does not exist.
All we as mind-body do, is resist
but if we relinquish desire and fear,
bliss in permanence in us will persist
and in timeless time, God too will appear.
Self appraising himself as a monk awake,
immune from life's outcomes, always elated,
he woke up one morning and began to shake,
quaking in fear, so had to be sedated.
No longer could he be placid like a lake,
for his feeble form's gender was rotated!
The roots of conditioning go in quite deep,
so it's best we assume nothing; let grace seep.
11-October-2022
My heart was locked in a safe
Combination concealed from the start
Relied instead on intellect
Over-rotated to science as lost track of art
Feelings felt foreign
My heart was locked in a safe
Leaned on left-brain logic
Emotions didn’t enter my home base
Uncovered a way to crack the code
Unleashed my inner detective to solve the case
My heart was locked in a safe
Decoding it took a warm inward embrace
Once I started showing myself grace
The digits on the dial magically fell into place
Love spilled out as my right-brain was unshackled
Now my heart is no longer locked in a safe
Last week on Wednesday
I was thinking the same thought
I am thinking today.
Time gets dazed out of mind,
gets rotated and recycled.
Each day is a next card
in an unshuffled pack.
The repetition is comforting
a pillow for a dazed head,
a microwaved chicken dinner
you can warm up once again.
The same can always
trip you up, make you see
the probability
of yet more stones upturned.
Wednesday gets dressed,
walks out into the early shine
finds a stone to overturn
nothing to see
but last week a millipede
wriggled away
marking another day.
"We're going to need a bigger fig leaf."
Proclaimed the teacher to her staring class
As the model removed the last of his attire.
A collective, almost silent gasp
and the clatter of a fallen brush on parquet floor
confirmed this to be true.
Among the downcast eyes of most
was an accusing glance from pink-faced girl
to blushing secret lover.
Others scanned the body top to toe;
some fixed their gaze;
not all upon the model's eyes.
The over-fondling of a brush,
the squeezing squirting of thick paint from tube
A pencil slowly rotated in a mouth;
gestures, lost of innocence,
in steamy, thickening room.
A closeted sigh.
A wistful moan.
The heavy silence broke;
"As you may have guessed," the teacher coughed
"The subject for your sketch today is Adam."
This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest Fig Leaf, placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 31st March 2022
*** Trees ***
With or without their leaves,
Call out to me
Especially with a spiritual mystery
That amplifies as I investigate
And admire the vast variety
Of their beauty —
Borne in the costumes
of their diversity —
Their created, sweeping beauty:
From some with innumerous twigs
shooting straight, clean
Lines — arrows up into the blue;
To others with gnarly branches clearly
Dancing out from trunks— curving freely;
From those with tops rounded completely;
To others forming spiked, rotated V’s,
Like wearing upside-down crinolines,
appearing truly
Wind-tossed so loftily
As to hide their heads,
their crowned peaks;
And,not to be forgotten,
All the evergreens, exquisitely
Full and tall, proud to be seen.
They keep travels looking lush
throughout every
Season, giving a symmetry
To what we see —
From bright to deep,
From city to country —
Over the rolling landscape scenes
Surrounding us where each
Tree stands growing high
Humming a kind of reverie
They, perhaps, want us to glean
Someday as friends in a sharing reality.
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(c)2/15/22 sally young eslinger
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