Short Gentled Poems

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....

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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

18-February-2023...

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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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TAMA

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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