head melds with heart and thoughts recede
synced with gong Om, the void’s our home
free from desires, on earth we roam
ego dissolves, love takes the lead
heart-centric soul begins to glow
resistance ends; we gently flow
bliss pheromones begin to breed
pulsating within day and night
God bestows spherical sight
we live as of need, not of greed
our eye’s mindful and touch gentle
for the most part, nonjudgmental
one with oneness, our will we cede
Breathed by God, we see Him within
His grace erases every sin
head melds with heart and thoughts recede
ego dissolves, love takes the lead
bliss pheromones begin to breed
we live as of need, not of greed
one with oneness, our will we cede
sometimes it requires
a phase shift, rather than a
tilt, lean, sag or bend,
to shine a bright beacon light ~
to see, and be seen, in sync
Our blessings aren't always adorned with ribbons that looks like a celebration
It can be a random hello that might delay your trip but protect you from harm
It's a smile that connects you with a stranger
You never knew you needed
I guess if you walk in expectation
It does not matter who tries to rain on your parade
It will be your reaction that determines the atmosphere you find yourself in
Don't hold onto the hate and malice you are dealt
Those who spew that will ultimately get it back
You don't have to alter who you are to please someone who is unhappy in their own skin
Hold onto your spirit; your resilience and your faith
Remember what they sometimes hate in you is what is missing in their lives
©16062025
In colors he bloomed, with a big red nose,
He chose the job where laughter grows.
There he stood in rounded boots,
With a grin of mischief and playful hoots.
Dressed like a child, his costume loose,
A floppy hat, a bright jumpsuit.
Then came the rain--it cleared the crowd,
While the magician watched, silent and proud.
And through the downpour, something broke through
A glimpse of the man, not masked, but true.
His smile turned down, a burdened frown,
Grief wrapped tight in his circus gown.
He vanished with no tear, no trace,
Just silence held in a painted face.
He ends his shift, no cheers, no song,
As a joker he smiled, as a joker he belonged
The sun was so friendly, he shot out a ray,
but when nighttime approached, he could no longer stay.
The sun hit the ocean, and the moon hit the sky
as the stars twinkled Helios a bashful goodbye.
But ol' Sol will be back, so you needn't weep -
he'll return in the morning when stars go to sleep.
crucifixion
a shift
shaking the perspective
of subject and object
My buddy will always be
like poetry.
But sadly,
the poetry itself caused suddenly
an emotional rift.
And I thought
she will be standing firmly
at her stand
and I would remain feeling
stupidly upper hand and silently drift.
But she
proved herself to be the better one
just to make me realise graciously
a real buddy bond does not ever
break or shift
and showed me thawing my heart
with the sweet surprise of a
buddy caring gift.
(26.03.2025)
Once I was blind, lost in my own way,
As forms change around me, night turns to day.
It’s wondrous to see the stars shining bright,
The moon swaying gently in the cool night.
We rush through our lives, unaware of the speed,
Caught in our routines, like plants from a seed.
We miss how the world spins and transforms,
Like clay from a pot, lost in its forms.
We have ice so white, while flowers bloom near,
In life’s endless struggle, we persevere.
Time shifts like a wheel, spinning so fast,
It’s tough to keep up, we’re losing our grasp.
Art and knowledge give so much to our kind,
While the ignorant dwell, with limits they find.
Those left behind in the traveler’s race,
End up resenting those who’ve found their place.
Left in the dust, feeling worn and alone,
While others rush past, claiming their throne.
But the best is to be in the midst of the flow,
As civilization reaches for light from below.
Ding, ding, ding.
My phone is on the table.
I haven’t answered anyone yet.
I haven’t answered anyone all morning.
I remember things.
I spilled cereal that morning.
That’s when the shift started.
I looked around.
Someone is saying things.
Bird seed spilled on the ground.
Which reminds me.
Of being able to fly.
A past life and I.
Ding, ding, ding.
I turn off my phone at night.
But still.
The sound.
A shift.
Lying down and hovering above the sheets.
I turn off the light again.
I turn off the light again.
I turn off my phone again.
I haven’t answered anyone all week.
I could throw my phone in the ocean.
Except I don’t live by the ocean.
Evil laughter ensues.
Crying is something they don’t know about.
But I think they are investigating me.
I could sleep at night.
They don’t care though so why bother?
A shift.
It could have started yesterday.
I used to sleep.
Ding, ding, ding.
I have 36 unread messages.
I counted them all.
Observe
Do not react
Make desires a focal
Give your attention to desires
Control.
The Shift
The shape that simple.
Not sewn to disguise
the inner person...
Wise in its design,
the unmissable adress
complements the mind,
laid out, informal.
Desire embroider sight
with hidden shape
and curves not known well...
Seamless the shift
from closet mind
to knowing it all-
shifts the childlike heart
from unreal to real.
Rarely left unpicked,
the cotton - on cloth
of an unshapely mind.
Aqua Marine:02/12/2024
Shaking her wet ears, uncertain
How her purpose may be best served
Stagger concealed in immersion
Shown the pasture that she deserved
Frolicking safely within a flock
Diminutive trot to the beat kept timid
Faithfully bides time, tick clock
Offer of grace to God signals her limit
Wool washed, cleansed by clan
Coddled offspring wrapped with cotton
Shepherd held title, simple plan
Dinners prepared, archaic ideals rotten
Bristling beneath her softness
Fibres frayed at what her life signifies
Dismayed to only boost profits
Loyal lamb follow is forsaken sacrifice
Fuming, she rips off her fleece
Livid lion malicious marauder dormant
Roars revenge, discards peace
Trek to reckless, divorce her informant
Taught to shelter, even in harm
Trust husband’s will, cutlet finale fate
Savage feline, leaving the farm
Sleek escapee lapping blood off plate
Sacrificial Sixteenth November
In the medical field where hierarchies reign,
Students’ growth can be stifled by the chain.
Boss’s word, as stone inscribed,
Leaves one baffled, thoughts denied.
Without an iota of doubt,
The question that sprouts:
Is there room for a healthy atmosphere,
Or will it be lost, dissolved in the sphere?
"Learning should be joy," let that be the theme,
"Please me" policies are but a meme.
Let curiosity flourish and bloom,
And wisdom dispel the shadows of gloom.
Sweet juices spilt Spring, free thee greeneries
ye lands amend, then weave to Summer's eve
ere its proclaim windswept name, a said leave
from Indian grabbed drum who beat the trees
sown years to be, made wholly thick of leaves
that fairs their surrender the length life cleave
presence parting, color-filled glimpses, grieve
end tone boughs under the rainbow it heaves.
Promised life gift wrap, belly breathless dews
touch, process the fallen heaps, hues go dark
as arched sensed the passing, a rainbow drift
abroad, probed closures, 'tis bit of year, clues
deem it's Autumn, chills stretch a wintry mark
tho' Thanksgiving's present in the swing shift.
Come, come now, let’s quieten mind,
shifting to heart, tranquil and kind.
Thought is the playground of ego,
temptations that are best declined.
Fears and desires here now let go
and all attachments too forgo,
seeking nothing but God alone,
that within our heart, love may grow.
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