I was born in 1793
I have a bronze sconce
For everyone to see
I get around the world scene
Much like Santa Claus
Much like Magdalene
Created in this image
I am also on the $5 bill
A Mt. Rushmorean visage
But now I must say goodbye
No more to be cast
No more to die
In each pocket that I tickle
No more keeping company
With a quarter, dime or a nickel
Because my worth is less than I cost
Read my epitaph
"A Penny For Your Thoughts"
Post Script:
In the death of me
A lonely one cent piece
Hold on tight to my memory
So don't let go of me in vain
Remember the Beatles
Remember Penny Lane
And I was hoping to relax
With this copper-toned beauty
That shored up sales tax
holding onto last traces of ego
we retain the form sconce that holds the flame
the light of Self we intimately know
dwelling here, love enablement its aim
whereafter our soul’s no longer the same
with this goal in view, as bliss beats renew
we are on earth, a spirit passing through
An epiphany dawns: practice the pause,
without stifling heart’s spontaneous vibe.
Our void-centric presence seeks no applause,
conditioned patterns choosing to proscribe.
Holding steady sconce of childlike delight,
suffused in mists borne by bliss magnetism,
in cave of heart, simply feeling God’s light,
dwelling in peace is our soul’s chosen ism.
Space in and around, hums with God’s power,
with which we are touched, blessed and unified.
His breath alone is that does empower,
so why should we behind mere symbols hide?
In vibrant stillness, rigidity thaws ~
An epiphany dawns: practice the pause.
an ethereal drill burrows
deep within our third eye
bliss furrows burn the veil
liberating soul from mind
from a centreless fulcrum
the gong of Om reverberates
dark voids within form fill
luminosity of aura expands
seamless spine God’s implant
sconce holding erect energies
wherein toroidal heart oversees
the dance of polarities at play
Sweet and endearing
the supple honey of life's essence-
is found the soul,
of my beloved's embrace
existence
laden in longing distress-
there's no mystery of our passion
if I must say
fully- I savor the warmth
of a woven scribe,
love within each sentiment
of devotion
before the gazing eyes
of a burning sconce
that I might hold dear
these words-
I love you
and no other shall I love.
Alfredo Gonzales
11/3/2024
When we abide in restful quietude,
divine energy gridlines come alive,
held still with vibrancy and fortitude,
causing nectar to drip from soul’s bliss hive.
There is no mystery in words we speak,
being simply devout intent of heart,
wishing to be still to get a sneak peek
at sparks that cause bliss ignition to start.
Though the seeker who seeks does not exist,
heart’s desire emoted needs a response
which it receives, manifest as a mist,
throb of bliss magnetism, held in love’s sconce.
The aspect of us entwined with the whole,
is imbibed in heart as whispers of soul.
There is a darkness in my life,
a forecast of torrential rain that drowns my heart with sorrow,
and its gloom clouds my mind,
washing away any hope for tomorrow,
This darkness overshadows me,
eclipsing whatever light that remains within my soul,
and the more I try to fight it,
the less I feel in control,
Tears spill onto my cheeks,
tracing the outlines of a smile seldom shown,
as I sit alone in this cave of a home,
hidden from the world and hardening like stone,
It's as if I'm dying inside,
trapped within the confines of an epidermis tomb,
while my cries for help echo through the barrenness of my existence,
resonating with apprise of my impending doom,
But in this aphotic zone in the depths of my core,
my words are a sconce on the walls of my heart,
illuminating the halls of my soul,
so that others may navigate their way through the dark.
releasing completely the moments gone by
thus free from fetters of memory imagery
recalled only in a manner perfunctory
there is no cause for heart to sigh
nonchalant is movement of time
held firm in the sconce of vast space
with no goals to chase, we invoke grace
transcending duality betwixt God’s bliss chime
those who have been to us callous
what toward them is our response
do ripples scar our void-like stance
is compassion held in love’s sconce
Within the lucid dream, we played our role,
adapting to oscillations we caused,
being but a game for heart to feel whole,
repeating as refrains till thoughts were paused.
Such is as it is, as cause and effect,
wherein we’re both the dreamer and the dreamed,
for as long as desires frolic unchecked,
life after life upon earth will be streamed.
Notice how a flame flickers in the breeze
until the candle is placed in a sconce,
so likewise to be blissful and at ease,
let love ensconce heart, gentling our response.
Bilocating between form and vast space,
moment by moment, we imbibe God’s grace.
Carried away by the ripple of time,
on the enigmatic canvas of space,
our deluded mind, feels within a chime,
signalling presence has no goals to chase.
Déjà vu tells us time does not exist
and formless awareness as our essence,
becomes the truth, when silence we enlist,
revealing God’s light as our quintessence.
As scriptures say, when our eye be single,
here and now we become the all that is,
delighting as polarities mingle,
holding firm sconce of love in vibrant bliss.
Simply watching each thought ego begot,
poised thus in silence, we become self-taught.
path any, what is pointed to is this
simply enter silence, stop flow of time
that God’s magnetism may fill us with bliss
and vibrant heart heeds the sublime love chime
relinquishing each conditioned belief
softening attention and gentling touch
on its own consciousness turns a new leaf
breath by breath thanking God ever so much
layer by layer, the false falls away,
revealing our true Self as divine light,
rapturous in bliss mists by night and day,
holding firm sconce of love by day and night.
let not narrow ego cravings befool ~
love’s the only rule in this earth life school
if love be soul’s sconce
why then’s our response
so inhibited
joy’s prohibited?
Collaborating with the universe
Having manifested the this, here, now
Why not enjoy soft musings of our verse
That layered wisdom does by touch endow
Formless awareness and heart’s nonchalance
Shifts pure consciousness into witness mode
Holy Spirit our sconce, gentles response
The life we then live, is to God an ode
Over time, false identity recedes
We begin to employ mind of our heart
Soul presence follows wherever love leads
Breath by breath heart feels bliss ignition start
The pathless path which we embark upon ~
Needs ego shorn that soul be here reborn
a question was raised
but pure heart unfazed
forever tranquil
had relinquished will
and so the response
held in bliss beat sconce
was benign and kind
that souls be aligned
by feeling heartbeats
of unvoiced love bleats
making them soul’s own
and with love so hone
that boundaries blur
head and heart concur
aboard God’s bliss boat
in joyous free float
wherein the question
ego did mention
now takes a backseat
heeding pure love’s tweet
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