Short Gentled Poems
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let heart’s intent simmer awhile
gentled in effulgence of love
magnetised in cauldron of bliss
that when thus readied for action
soul senses Divine Mother’s kiss
Has our touch gentled,
holding all in warm embrace
and of lust and rage no trace?
Dreams dreamt resurface
and although the past is past,
the haunting yet continues.
reflections shimmering
in linear time seduce
the tremulous heart
now gentled by bliss
ever humming within
recognising the illusion
manifest by the collective
of which we too are a part
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having come of age in the womb of space
there being here no more puzzles to lace
bereft of thought crutch, having gentled touch
our soul takes permission to leave this hutch
that light both immanent and transcendent
may bilocate, becoming independent
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Gentled hearted, adventurous and sly
Independent yet needing
A pack leader, he is
A watchful eye on the castle, he has
The toy and the master, come to him often
Jumping excitably, be weary of his size
Admiration overflows from the heart
He knows his home, his master
Never wanting that bond to be broken
palm tree fronds barely moved
it was balmy, but not humid
the surf gentled herself with delicate lapping sounds
warm sand delighted my bare feet
I slid down into the cushioned lawn lounger
my eyes closed, the Oahu air kissed my cheeks
I was taken instantly to lah lah land
where there is no suffering or pain, preview of heaven
Peering over the meadows
Clouds fluffed in appreciation
Enjoying verdant leaves of sacred tree
Peacefulness filling out all corners
Of blue sky
White fluffs gentled into the day
Anticipating God’s brilliance
In creating the landscape
The elements applauded
Never having seen a prettier
day in the land of the
meadow creatures
impacted by a verbal assault
although we rebounded soon
the incident made us reflect
on cause why we did so swoon
stuporous is our awareness
driven mostly by instinct
we react as of our ego nature
our heart with God not linked
until our response is gentled
in an unbroken continuum
we remain to our ego captive
which contains feral residuum
root to sacral
navel to heart
instincts gentled
in the cauldron of love
pauses for eternity
grace inpours
from the fontanel
igniting the head ovoid
flowing along the throat
suffusing heart with bliss
the feral and ethereal
entwined transmutes dust
the ego that never was disappears
and our true Self shines forth
blurring all boundaries
here now in slow motion
Black churning death coming from the sea
No distinction twixt them you or me
Drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
Not figuring so quick and sharp their ends
Unheard by those above
Muffled heard a tolling bell
A greeting in depths far below
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews many fathoms down
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled ghostly a new congregation
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
I felt unwelcome in our home,
a crowded place where I was alone.
So, I went out into the cold,
wandering out to take a look,
and settling on a stony crook
in the pathway of a brook
where clear water rolled.
Shafts of light shown through the trees
which gentled rustled in the breeze,
and it struck me kind of funny -
from tree to tree there grew a vine,
and on it, an ant trail formed a line,
no longer alone, I felt fine.
It was winter cold, but sunny.
Brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
till the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down
chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation
Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
they lie in the sea we know not where
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece
to exhume identity
that soul may be free
requires silence to untether
fickle heart from our mind tree
when heart murmurs be gentled
and no craving within remains
weary soul is freed at last
from ego’s gluey chains
thoughts may appear
as objects we do not own
they beseech our indulgence
but our soul prefers to walk alone
our mind-body vessel has its need
so we tend to it from time to time
but for the most part we feed
soul with bliss beats chime
A brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
Still the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation
Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
They lie in the sea we know not where
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece
Eye
of our
soul opens,
in slow motion,
caressed by petals
of heart lotus blooming,
whereupon we clearly sense
the presence of God within us,
as a globe of golden living light,
wherein we dissolve cravings of ego.
Fire of the sun gentled by the moonlight,
entwine within form, birthing cool heat,
gripping heart in heightened rapture,
with all nodes joining the dance,
renewing breath by breath,
wherein thus transfixed,
we so transmute,
guided by
hand of
God.