Short Formless Poems
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Forever just seems
Timeless, endless and seamless
Edgeless, formless, long.
Time with you can seemingly
Be too short for forever.
In the beginning
the world formless void and dark
Spirit of God moved
Created heaven and earth
Said Let there be light! - there was.
formless void
invites soul
to enter
heart tender
soft to touch
spreads her wings
brave spirits
drenched in love
reclaim light
peep from both ends of the keyhole
as formless consciousness aware
we discover there’s no one there
and yet strangely presence feels whole
Solitude
When in touch with you
I feel I am formless
No more sky is far off
No more earth is big enough
I feel
I am merged in every particle….
take formless to be form invisible
go beyond body mind and senses five
so what if space is imperceptible
know the entire universe is alive
Somewhere
In a cave
She sits
Carbon stained fingers
Drawing
A poem
Disproportioned figures
Dancing
As a moon
Rises
Over arched
Stones
a meMory
liberAted in the
void of the formlEss
manifested into Reality
is but a Dream
Solitude
When in touch with you
I feel I am formless
No more sky is far off
No more earth is big enough
I feel
I am merged in every particle!
Formless cogniser
Eternal witness unbound
Feels each throb within
Cave of heart is where we are
Let the ego melt therein
12-November-2020
But is not strength weakness, and weakness, strength?
For water, while formless, is invincible
While the tallest tower will suffer
the highest fall from grace.
the soul star and jugular notch
wish to confer and so they do
formless presence simply keeps watch
as bliss mists continue to coo
so we let this dance continue
I’d rather rhyme and meter my dreams,
But you like your verse jagged,
And ugly-built.
I’ll try it loose and anti-styled,
Formless as pooled tears
In maudlin drops.
Drink them!
I’d rather rhyme and meter my dreams,
But you like your verse jagged and plainly-built.
I’ll try it loose and anti-styled, formless as pooled tears
In maudlin drops...drink them!
spontaneity
&intuition
to
convey ideas
momentary
interpretations
of
reality
of
how it is
formless
contemplations
of
an inner impression
the
unconscious
expressed
hoping for the best
or fearing the worst
both thought constructs
confine consciousness
we dwell in the void
amidst formless energies
aligned with universal mind
attuned to pulsations of love
Dust, which is substantially all that was required,
For the creation of the ordinary mankind,
And with a powerful gust of breath,
Life bloomed unto the once formless earth’s breadth.
dreamy are our eyes
and our heart is quiescent
before life beckons
so poised in the bardo thus
we dissolve the flow of time
formless awareness
stands erect without support ~
our heart lotus blooms
there is no one here
save formless presence
so we assign no preference
to chakras be they higher or lower
since each holographically represents
the boundaryless and dimensionless whole
in the void of no-thingness
melding with vast space
formless awareness
is as is complete
the vital breath
propelling aliveness
has no beginning or end
wherein in vibrance we dwell
Immaterial – formless;
the imbued by Spirit
and body is more!
That patterns determine
rain, snail and flower
and more by zero
but most by Soul!
And innumerable
Infinities that come
and go!
:: 08-17-2017 ::
DILEMMA
You crave complete release from problems, loss and fear - would you succumb
To promise of sublime unfettered bliss - for heaven’s kiss
Perchance your life might then be one of formless endless tedium
Form:
Juxtaposition..
The arts do it..
Knowing two as One
Is a saving Joy..
Add a third and more and
Form seems to approach
Formless..suggesting
One..
The arts point and invite
A journey's End...
Limbless Love
Light gone and then sound,
Romancing darkness at hand,
I cheat night again,
Courting your formless fondness
Embracing your love, limbless.
@ 05/ Nov/2012
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For PD's Any November poem contest.
Art must be transcendent
to justify itself
It must leave its creator
and go somewhere else
Directing itself onward
in a life of its own
Its form to become formless
—once heavenly known
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)