sea of life
pulsates on passion waves
sapphire serenity drapes its depth
I sink slaked
within the submerged soul
search for the sublime sanctum
My Innermost And Fervent Desire for Solitude
Has Unleashed the Taurus Beast
Mortally Weary are My Bones That Pre Exist My Existence
Worn Is The Sound of My Granted Title
Weighed With Accoladed Responsibilities
Fileted Fame, Phantom Honor
Two Eyes Blinded For One To See
Tangled Tongues Like Two Edged Swords
Slanderous Vices of Presumptuous Predators
Trying to Obscure And Prey on My Harmonious Heart
Entwined Conservation and Preservation Driven
To My Pigeonhole Soul, Reconnoiter Sanctum
Vocals of Virgin Light Pours In Streams of Truth Beams,
Silenced The Rueful Beast Starved of The Tender Lamb that Strayed.
"The dream of a hidden door in the deepest and
most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens . . . "
Carl Jung, Jungian Psychology
I
go
inner
to a place,
in the recesses
of my heart, my soul and spirit,
where a secret sanctum, a haven, refuge exists,
it is hidden, deep, deep and intimate, I wander the passages and corridors.
This place still silent a retreat refuge hideaway, just a space I can be quiet,
like a holy place, a temple, a sanctuary.
I have painted it beautiful,
I, artist of this
innermost
sanctum
of
mine.
Privileged is the right of ingress, bearing your beloved name,
To chambers of your heart, where burns a sacred flame,
Of inner sanctum divine, in sanctity of a heavenly place,
Strumming beats esoteric, vying ataraxis of ethereal grace.
Reserved for you and I, is a secret temple, tolling solace,
Where love and life embrace, in a sanctuary pure, flawless;
Where the bells echo, beckoning will of empathetic mind,
Affirming proclivity for affinity, aligned with motives kind.
When solitary thoughts linger on a grievous path of life,
When hurdles, detours of past, manifest anguish of strife,
When hurricanes and storms churn in destructive tides,
To shores of peace and tranquility, inner sanctum guides.
When life drives rudderless, perturbed in dubious plight,
Harmony of sapience and prudence transmit inner light,
Spurring verse of wisdom, as missives enlightened chime,
Defying apathy and ignorance, honoring virtues sublime.
Only you and I can soothe, troubled tears of grieved sigh,
Only you and I can fill voids, when vacuously life goes awry,
As dialogue of reason and intellect inner sanctum revives
Empowering thoughts so inspired, where sagacity thrives.
The self-obsessive free-will ever seemingly dormant,
envelopes the mind with an illusory veil transient,
obscures the decreed destination God ordains,
l need to reach, for I should submissively at His will.
The camouflaged glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed quintessence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate the free-rule tenets enslaving the ego
in the revered realm of fantasized self-deception.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
on inward journey through the layers of awareness,
perceive in the soul the shimmer of the divine beacon,
lighting up the lane leading to the abode of bliss.
When the ill-conceived endeavor of the migrant mind
finds the dead end dark in the introspective pensive path,
the prime portal of the innate consciousness opens,
where the essence blooms permeated by divine light.
My soul shines with astral radiance in the space within
with the flaring brilliance of thousand suns,
in my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
I’m illumined by heavenly galaxy in the inner sanctum.
Sanctum
Within the soul
Bedchamber once hidden
Curtain torn from top to bottom
Heaven
Date: 02/02/2024
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 41 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I go deeper,
I go to the hallowed place,
I go to where the night flees,
I go to where the monsters are subdued.
In this place, the vessels are consecrated,
There’s a doorway that leads to redemption,
Our hearts find peace,
Our souls come to serene waters.
I come with my tempestuous sea,
I come with my gloomy chamber,
I come with my battlefield,
I come anticipating heaven’s kiss.
I’m not alone,
I feel the presence of the unseen,
I see an epigraph,
It says, “Life is a colourful twist.”
Gladness, sadness, soulfulness, and loneliness often foam.
The inner irritations that erupt like volcanoes
Unexpressed emotions, like ghosts of the passed away, roam
Urge to break all settled foundations blows like tornadoes
Bats and owls of fears, worries, and anxieties are found.
Helplessness and hopelessness, like comrades, embrace often
Books filled with moral philosophies, too, are seen around.
With the wisdom of the ancient soul, sometimes gets soften
Don't feelings of optimism too, like butterflies flutter?
Care, concern, compassion, and calmness have their precious place.
Each dust of this vale-like cell has mysteries to utter.
Virtuous deeds of my ancestors, from each corner gaze
Within the sanctorum dwell spirits of good and evil.
Sometimes I choose good; often I face evil's upheaval.
Welcome to the inner sanctum of fear
All are invited to enjoy the show
No one can leave before it ends
You'll be frozen stiff before you go
Now sit back and cower in the dark
This tour of madness is about to begin
As your mind and body trembles and shakes
I'll watch closely with a contented grin
Peering deep into the depths of your soul
Your character flaws will rise to the top
I'll exploit all vunerabilities
Your weaknesses are the cream of the crop
With nowhere to run and no place to hide
You understand now my methods of doom
From my lofty perch I'm able to see
There's no one untouched left in the room
I hear your screams and relish your tears
Your bloodshot eyes are swollen with fright
As you slowly drift out like Zombies
I thank you all and wish all a goodnight
The moon looks to be shining brightly right now.
Our lives are shown to us in a short, quick show.
There is no one else to blame but us for our flaws.
It contrasts admirably with the way the wind blow.
We can refer back to the flag by raising the billow.
It's inconvenient to be forced to limit one's view.
The most tragic loss is our way of thinking.
In a state of confusion, no one is striking.
In the difficult times of pandemic like these,
I’m restrained to do things that I’m used to doing.
Life has lost its rhythm in the chaos of uncertainty,
but I go on getting spontaneous help in plenty.
In isolation disconnected from the outside world,
I don’t spend the tough time in dull desolation.
I get calls from my neighbors and their helping hands,
in appreciation I’m overwhelmed by their kindness.
How long these trying times will last I’ve no idea,
but they won’t let my fragile morale plummet low.
Even if black clouds disappear from my sky some day,
the priceless debt to all these people I can’t repay.
I realize the grace of God is bestowed through humans,
lifting my splintered spirit from the abyss of misery.
As the mind is permeated by the darkness of despair,
in the sanctum of my soul God’s blessing lights the lamp.
May 11, 2021
Contest : Your Philosophy During This Pandemic
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Inner Sanctum.
.
Deep within all us there is a treasured secret place
Where the curse of time can stand still
And the harsh infernal din of life
Haste no home or face
Dissipating the clutter that disturb the burdened mind
Drifting away letting go
Leaving realty far behind
Being at one and at peace with the world
Synchronising the unconscious
Trough nothingness eclipsing heart soul and mind
A liberation of the spirit
Releasing the caged bird to fly
And blindfolding the minds
Attentive eye.
.
Peter DomeC2020.
Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
surging torrent of torment tosses the servile soul,
for in the karmic cycle of being born and reborn,
desire doesn’t die, but it’s a blink between life and death.
Distressed mind extracted from sanctum of sense-response,
stilled in the quietude of silent mindfulness pervasive,
finds the rays of divine light at the end of the mortal tunnel,
where the righteous life gets the insight of unveiled wisdom.
The liberated soul attains the distilled essence of nirvana,
floating on the ether of the last breath ascends to heaven,
the transcendent supernatural kingdom of almighty God,
to be suffused there enduringly with His benevolent grace.
At the celestial portal of the mystique afterlife existence,
an angel waits to welcome to the new abode in paradise,
enlightening that the novel life of real intent begins then,
permeated by the ethereal ambiance of eternal bliss.
May 28, 2020
Contest : Heaven
Sponsor : Regina Riddle
Can you read the jagged story in my eyes
The scars and burns on my hands
It speaks of eons drowning below the depth's of one's misery
To be against the Abon tides
People built their personal kingdoms to rise above
To stand upon an ancient dynasty
All I ever needed was to feed my link integral
So I may not be a sacrifice to the storm of life
Will you be my sanctum
Temples of Aphrodite stream across the ways of solicitude
Can you be the arc that transcends my Venus icon
The vertical depths above Gia
Imprisoned by the stars of Strata
Erase the Neolithic forlorn
Erase the suffering with an embrace
I do not want to gaze out into the brine
To be thrown into the cage of feral minds
Are you the heritage of the quintessence
A myth, a legend, a acme
The celestial who can divine the brittleness
An addiction it is!
An addiction to my being.
Like the daze of the drugs;
the ruthlessness of alcohol.
It has me confined! Traumatized!
I am a slave for its mesmerising solace,
Feared by the social life, Tremors of the society,
Where is my innocence, my joy of living?
I thirst for you,
I thirst for you,
Yet willingly I give unto you.
Until my soul is stolen, left behind an empty carcass.
Am I brave enough to give away?
No! Never! I’d say,
Until the break of the new dawn,
All shall stay the same,
And my choice still vain.
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