Short Domains Poems
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we are astonished
at use of labels
assigned to domains
imaginary yet sought after
by fickle desire
of deluded hearts
nonchalance yawns
and moves on
Blocks are for people
Who give up
Lack of knowledge
Can not meet solutions
Rareness
For every yen there's a ?
Balance
Domains
Window
Sustained
For true gain
Feisty, flamboyant, fastidious
Elegant to a fault
Lord of their wild domains,
In our homes, spoiled rotten ;
Never a dull or sullen moment
Each one leads to another
Stealing your heart, cat lovers
As we clear cut out Forest
and lay waste to the trees
we unleash our demise
like a revenging disease
so be ye good stewards
to the dark green domains
or it's regrowth will Feast
on your rotting remains.
here we are this morning, in Australia
God plays no favourites, we see
the same magnetism pervades the air here
realms, domains, locales change
ephemeral phenomena is but smoke
the unchanging noumena eternal
Elevated domains
Ensure their advantage
Emperors of the sky
Extremely keen eyesight
Enhance their hunting skills
Extra sharp talons kill
Each hapless prey they find
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9/18/16
I am the one
That was
A faint echo
Of voices in dust
Past hazards of wind.
A being of itself
Perhaps
Entered into form
Into veins of my brain
Into my slight arms
To enclose within
Misty configurations
Domains of high romance.
each node a gateway
to an ethereal domain
wherein we may enter
that pristine presence
expands its auric field
it helps if we be aware
lest we slip into trance
that learning be rapid
ego instrumentalised
obeying diktats of soul
The foolish rules reign
Enemy kingdoms
Separating a
Love that bloomed between
A king and a queen
Years passed leaving
Deep planted roots
Fueling a
Proscribed passion
Until one
Tragic day
Frustrated
Lovers
Tasted
Bane
4-10-2016
Ablaze, Beyond Curious Domains, Energy Fills Gorgeous Hills. Initial Joy Kindles Low, Manifested 'Neath Opulent Palettes. Quiet, Rests Stalwart Trees, Uttering Virtuous Whispers, Xanadu's Your Zeal.
For the contest; Natures Bounty
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ignorance as well as knowing
but pertains to realms and domains
instead if we just keep flowing
our formless presence wears no chains
with this mantra held in focus
lower mind instrumentalised
breeze of bliss our favoured locus
hum of silence is realised
I AM THE ONE
I am the one
That was
A faint echo
Of voices in dust
Past hazards in the wind.
A being of itself
Perhaps
Entered into form
Into veins of my brain
Into my slight arms
To enclose within
Dusty configurations
Congregating to
Domains of high romance.
When we are present we seem free
and when in trance, we appear lost,
yet are not all moments carefree,
witnessing awareness defrost?
As the substratum always still,
weaving our way through dream domains,
our playful heart employs no will
and is yet free from ego’s chains.
In the field of oneness, we alone are,
the quintessence of consciousness aflame,
as the light that lights each and every star,
being the all that is that bears no name,
navigating dream domains as a game.
From the stillness fulcrum we behold all,
dance of polarities heeding God’s call.
With each heartbeat recorded in God’s mind,
omniscience held in the palm of His hand,
entwined with bliss, benign, loving and kind,
as His child we can make any demand,
every wish being His instant command
but be this as it may, each realm’s a dream,
born of desires we ourselves choose to stream.
My ode to tax season ...
With compelling circumstance
thousands flocking to our door
braving elements of chance
what does new year have in store?
As they enter our domains
follow adverts’ beckoning
is there hope for addled brains
as they face their reckoning?
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7/26/2020
We wobble, driven, over the edge
of browsing surfboards.
The ‘Beachboys’ haunt us
as we slide toward the rocky domains
of look-at-me blogs,
or commercial choked pages.
It’s okay,
ride-on you wipe-out wizards,
we are all just Peter Pans
surfing with all the other
lost girls and boys.
the vaporised self
in void centric stillness
vibrant, moment to moment
pulsating in blissfulness
being agendaless
carries no residue
refinement yet continues
in waking and dream states
wherein images that manifest
double checks responses
across all domains
until we become empty
08-May-2023
The tripod stand of the three major tribal
domains;
Stands forged by force in 1914 by the
British ambitious chains.
These stand's can't be undone now without
rocking the pot uneasily,
Unless broken into pieces, they are already
knitted, though unequally.
United we stand Nigeria, divided we fall,
Nigerians, hold refrains.
All that which is manifest
As also all that which is not
All realms, all domains
The pivot, the heart with love thawed
The heart of Self, the heart of God
Stillness transcending the three states
Awareness equalising the gunas
Bilocation of consciousness
That we be immanent and transcendent
The immortal Self is bliss resplendent
Although we encompass all realms and domains,
being That wherefrom the universe arose,
as living light eternal, we’re free from chains
and so in each sensation dwell in repose,
enlivened by bliss mists flowing through our veins,
donning love and light as our luminous clothes.
The vertical staff of power stands erect,
being our Self, doing as God does direct.
will, knowledge and action
as the threefold powers
are yet incomplete
if our consciousness be
bereft of bliss and creativity
that effulgence renewal
blissful, self-referral
as expression of being
rejuvenates innate aliveness
in all realms and domains
where we pause awhile
to ink the inky black void
with beauteous hues of light
20-May-2023
The wind cometh
bellowing its unrivalled thoughts
while doing a gusty dance
The wind cometh
wearing a formidable aura
scattering its’ amorous beads
while rustling soothing secrets
The wind blowth
firing sizzling arrows
giving tempestuous orders
raising skirts and harrowing minds
The wind cometh
hailing with breezy whispers
sweeping domains
while emptying the man
There is no vacant space in my veins;
every inch of me is occupied;
Head to toe I’m full of rich domains;
Despite what you think I must confide
sometimes life can be overwhelming;
Feelings and logic often collide;
Immense or minuscule? Keep going.
Let each beautiful day color you,
keep each untried idea flowing;
I make it seem simple that’s not true,
the struggle lights up my palette’s hue.
“This universe is differentiated into spheres, seven Swargas and seven Patalas.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Brahman the absolute alone exists,
who by His will all the worlds manifests,
realms of contrast where delusion persists
until exhausted, soul’s ego lust rests,
renouncing forever earth bound conquests.
We need not analyse realms and domains.
Let’s focus instead on cleansing soul’s stains.