bound by doubt, I stood there amidst the bluebells
watching where she'd been but a moment sooner
dusk to come, her breath hanging like the
shadows
she, thus departing
on my tongue, sweet words melted soft and
tender
all those daring, romantic thoughts I'd gathered
passion dreams that longed for a voice, but
silenced
with my reluctance
"please don't leave!", I begged of her proud
affections
"you're the blushing flame that so warms my
marrow!"
still, those sounds had not found my lips for
voicing ...
heavy, that stillness
rife, those times that I'd worked hard to impress
her
waiting, long, the chance of this evening saunter
there I stood, waist-deep in the meadow, darkened
mourning my chances
as her shape was swallowed by shrouded
gloaming
rose the moon, perfecting its grand enchantments
I, then, choked on words meant for love's
endeavor
now, sad ... unspoken.
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
Bending truth to suit the occasion—searing.
Peering through the dark at abyssal strewn;
Glow of waters lap at my swirling yearnings.
I should expire soon.
Shhh, silence! Don't bother this Tibetan monk
Just leave him be; he is peace personified.
Far removed from our disintegrating world ...
he's mindfully chi
A w a k e n i n g stagnant energy in him,
He's got what they call "Kundalini" in spades;
he's who he's always wanted to be, and more;
heightened awareness
A peaceful stream runs through the core of his soul.
Divorced from his surroundings, body and mind.
He drives chakras from the tip of his toes to...
the top of his scalp.
.
Begin but do not finish actions proposed,
that thus poised in timelessness, stillness stretches
meditation; invoking God’s grace that we …
burn as love’s bliss flame.
To be and so noiselessly transform our soul,
it is in the bardo of animated
silence that our magnetised body-mind feels …
divine light within.
Kiss of stillness releases bliss pheromones,
inking presence with scent of rainbow’s love hues,
sacred ash and sandalwood, teleporting …
soul to nirvana.
God search, soul’s quest, requiring ego to die,
vaporising, that then we transcend time-space
limitations, viewing the light of our Self …
questions cease; truth’s known.
In this dream realm, illusions bemuse, confuse
but if we choose to be still, voids then soon fill,
thus if we wish to be free, silence reveals …
the truth of being.
Blissful presence, poised in peace, is as it is
desire bereft and so no ripples arise
in its aura, whereupon ego recedes …
whence we see God’s light.
The path known yet the map is not the terrain,
thus breath by breath, gentling touch, heart is kissed by
Divine Mother, transmuting all cells within …
we then see our soul.
Diving deeper, silence speaks, our soul listens,
to the strobes of love and light, being nothing
other than our own glow which reveals to us …
that we are God’s child.
Unless grazed by blazing bliss, mind rules the heart
Fickle thought forms vaporise, whence we are free
There is nothing here within, save love and light
All questions then cease
Unshakable truths are those, untouched by time
As we be breathed, recognise God’s light within
Embrace, release, flow with ease, in this earth dream
Know we are God’s child
Truth’s metaphor bemused and confused lost ones,
trapped as yet in labours of thought forms conjured,
thereby failing to cognise flickers in space …
revealing God’s light.
Breath by breath thus, feeling not God’s magnetism,
living by instinct, higher centres dormant,
darkness deepened, engulfing bleeding aura …
ego blamed on fate.
Love’s touch tender stirred the soul, freezing thought flow,
causing ego to recede, enlivening
heart, whence divine bliss mists rose, transmuting form …
into living light.
Minus mind and senses five, what then remains,
save the life pulse singular, wherein dwelling
in the void of no-thingness, eternal light …
endlessly renews.
Who we are is consciousness, drenched in bliss mists,
bilocating endlessly that thus we may
imbibe knowledge along with love in fullness …
fulfilling our aim.
Presence balanced, skiing the bardo, dissolves
flow of time, whence poised in peace, rapture rises,
brought forth by bliss magnetism’s soundless thunder …
centred everywhere.
Groping in the darkness of mind, our presence
sinks in murky quicksands of desire, spawned by
ego, finding no peace in inanities …
deaf to soul’s whispers.
Simply shifting from head to heart, we halt the
flow of thought, whence magnetism rises, birthing
mists of bliss in heart by grace, that touched thus we …
ascend in stillness.
The path pathless, yet appears, when we so choose
without excuse, to enter God’s heart unshod,
mirrored in our own, sensed by soul in silence …
transcending earth life.
Feeling from heart, thoughts rested, our awareness
rejuvenates pulse of soul, ever present
in the background, yet cognised in staid stillness …
for those who listen.
Cultivating gentleness, firm our focus,
rapture rises, brought forth by kundalini,
Divine Mother’s caress of sublime delight …
for souls who are pure.
Pristine presence, magnetised from head to toe,
throbs with rapture mind cannot capture but we,
having sifted vibrations, have so imbibed …
love transcendental.
Merging, melding, boundaries blurring, presence
celebrates touch divine so blissful, grazing
upon holy ground within, each cell throbbing …
transcending all isms.
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