You breathe in the air, dear,
since no scars could make you sad.
I was more than I thought,
but right now I am stuck here.
I am not even feeling the ground beneath my feet,
neither can I feel the pen
nor can I see any ink.
It’s all plain,
and I am scribbling,
trying to form words.
O dear me,
you are being drowned
by your sunken thoughts.
But you are able to touch,
feel, and smile, dear.
And you are too young to realize
that no one stays here.
O God,
I wish I could have been less intelligent,
as I can see fools living happily everywhere.
Of all the songs
You seem to be
The tuneless one,
Less subtlety.
God's orchestra
Has dealt a hand—
More toneless rasp
Than golden strand.
I wonder if
You long to be
A star
In morning's reverie.
Do tears well up?
Perhaps that's why
You paddle more
Than flit and fly.
And yet…
I see you
Standing proud—
Such confidence
In every crowd.
You waddle round,
For pictures pose—
Such character
Without a nose.
You dress with style,
All brown and green.
There's pride in how
You peck and preen.
You're grounded,
Yet you float and glide.
No treetop nest—
You strut with pride.
So maybe I
Prejudged your tone—
Less violin,
More slide trombone.
In that, the panoply
Of life
Requires such confidence
Amid the strife.
To show us humans
Not to compare—
Just be yourselves,
Be fair and square.
And when life gives you
Orange sauce,
Puff out your chest…
Just stay on course.
I have heard eternal fires burn
With notes of lessons yet to learn,
And bathed in Basho’s lyric streams
Of Summer, Winter, Fall and Spring
I have climbed the lichen cliffs unseen
And heard that tranquil rhythmic theme
While watching herds of elk below
And never thought to draw my bow
For there in Father’s well-laid score
Was harmony displayed, and more.
It was here I heard the fires burn
It was here I came to prove and learn
I can't really write a sonnet
But if you want a limerick i'm on it
And if I had to write without rhymezone
My mind would have blown
Therefore I have to reliable upon it
playback in slow motion
reveals when the tumbler falls
that awake in moment of transition
noumena behind phenomena soul recalls
09-May-2023
We cannot often enough
smoothens out our edges rough,
down to the subtlest layer,
in gentle, mindful prayer.
Continuous correction
steers consciousness direction,
aligned with the throb of love,
as tidings of God’s peace dove.
To this end, our will we bend,
that we may here now ascend,
transmuting form as God’s light,
bliss ensconced, to heart’s delight.
Each breath grants to us a chance
to make erect our stooped stance,
sidestepping ego borne ruse,
doable if we so choose.
20-September-2022
Sans thought, awareness is ~
self-existent bliss fizz,
bubbling forth from within,
magnetic heat throbbing,
creeping under our skin.
Sans thought, awareness is ~
entwined with That oneness,
in but not of the world,
vibrant in pulse dual,
as flag of love’s unfurled.
Sans thought, awareness is ~
presence, God-energised,
melding with the current,
imbibing divine grace;
there then no deterrent.
Sans thought, awareness is ~
the primal vibration,
both still and kinetic,
humming with potential;
aliveness ecstatic!
28-April-2022
if I know,
Not really though,
I don't even trust my judgement as far as I can throw.
What the hell do I know?
I mean,
My abilities are there,
But my determination is zero.
Motivated to stay sober,
But adulting?
How is it so hard to be my own hero?
If I don't do something about this rage quit demon,
I'll become the villain.
I want to hold a job,
To be a productive civilian.
I want to have that little slice of normalcy,
Of inner peace
And personal intimacy.
distilled attention
shadow shifting with the light
blissfully aware
16-January-2021
Surreptitious ego tactic
Foiled by tranquil bliss
22-August-2020
Don't believe computers will ever become self-aware
With all the advances in technology, we'll never be there
Humans have an advantage
A function our brain has implanted
Can't predict the future, also logic we won't share
The most troubling moment
Is when we see our selves clear
We must salvage and own it
We must battle the fear
Flaws come in sight
Jaws of the night
They are even more clear
When you turn on the light
They won’t disappear
Like our childhood fears
Irrational terrors
From our younger years
Very much real
Unyielding steel
Once discovered
We foot the bill
You’ll never rewind
You’re no longer blind
You’ve let lose, the demons
Who live in your mind
I am too self-aware, I know many of my flaws
They pick and they prod with luck, until I fall
They are ingrained like the rings of a tree
They grow like weeds through a crack in concrete
They flow like the water below, to supply a well
They are secretively silent, waiting to be tapped,
They go all the way to hell
My flaws are like grains, too numerous and small to count
Yet they are like mountains, seen from far, with no oxygen count
Either way, they are too grand to conquer, a force with a fist
And they make me want to holler and have a fit
My flaws are like the wind, not seen to the eye
Circular with no pattern, forcefully moving by
And again, like water which is situated up top
Seeking my lowest level and oh, I fear, they will never stop
My flaws are grand and too numerous to count
They travel, they surface, and they always end up on top
I am too self-aware and aware in myself
A flaw within a flaw
All by itself
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