Short Bardo Poems
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flickering awareness
an in-between stage
with knowing imbibed
but not yet assimilated
we call it the bardo
26-March-2023
Buddha numerics
Time between death and rebirth
cosmic waiting room
(bardo- intermediate space of time between
death and rebirth. Symbolically, 7 to
49 days in Buddhist time.)
sexy couple shooting pool
what was that covetousness rule?
when am i going to get over this?
in the back of my mind, memories of bliss
keep me looking, well attached
until this longing body is dispatched
to the dustheap, while this mind
propelled into bardo, still looking behind
at all the ties that bind...
I take two long seconds
to watch my breath rattle
the snow
brittle and sweet. I don't want
to leave and I am so scared
of losing. the kettle sings
and we turn the pages.
even in despair, you burn
and I can't imagine you ever
dying. we laugh through the
cold, blood pounding steps.
god, please let me keep this.
Before moistened grief crystallised in eyes dries,
humming aliveness of our heart exhumes pain
and positioned thus in the bardo, we rise,
as pristine soul presence, free from ego’s chain
invokes bliss magnetism to gently baptise,
wholeness of being in Holy Spirit’s rain,
moment by moment thus, all moments entwined,
dwelling in love and light, each breath reassigned.
I look toward the sacred symbol
Displaying my ignorance
For where is God not
Stuporous awareness
Oblivious to warning signs
Is now consumed by fears created
Yet within each half breath cessation
When polarities interchange
We are in the bardo
I notice this lifeline
Provided by the universe
And meld my consciousness therein
02-June-2023
Stirred from sleep, early this morn,
ego shorn, refreshed, reborn,
feeling within bliss humming,
as notes of rapture strumming.
I was then, the light of Self,
with no desire on the shelf,
for mind was as yet asleep,
which is how I went in deep.
Bliss froze time, that soul may climb
toward heaven like this rhyme,
frolicking about carefree,
unshackled from my mind tree.
It is at eventide
When scarlet turns red
We feel the light of God inside
Our presence by bliss beats led
Rests in the toroidal heart
By soma nectar fed
Stillness is an art
Requiring identity to recede
That flow of magnetism may start
Negating desire, living as of need
Light within heart is revealed
Seeds of love thus breed
Drenched in bliss, soul is healed ~
Such is the power, God does wield
He’s always smiling, the damn fool
Sometimes veiled as a new moon
Sometimes bright as the midday sun,
And always right there with me
Right in front or riding my shoulder
Good old Death, so patient and kind
Giving me another day
Waiting for that one last dance
As I work the steps, again and again
Wanting to get it right
This one last time.
What do I see in that face anyway?
All that I have been
And all that I may yet become.
(9/11/26)
("Through The Looking Glass", 2017, original encaustic)
Listen Now!
Listen now without distraction,
Within the endless cycle of distraction,
Recognize the pure forms
Of your projection
To be nothing
But the clear light
Of playful mind
Awakened One
Know this,
And only this,
Your true face
Greets you
In the illusion
Of death
Recognize,
Without fear emptiness
Cannot be harmed
By emptiness,
With joy
You are home
Again
(11/14/23)