Short Gluey Poems

Shrouded in imaginary fear
Consciousness contracting
Illusionary demons sear
In dark shadows cowering 

Cause being our attachment
To that that is impermanent 
Self blocking bliss contentment 
Stagnating in gluey sediment

03-August-2020...

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Gluey aftersight
here is a drunken police officer
loved by a friendless prostitute
here is Chinese opium den
taping around your eyes

Here is a boy loved by many
adored by the crowd
a lonely ballerina who 
would love to change places


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We see furtive looks
Mired in gluey fears
Their minds hypnotised
In ego bubbles
Imaginary

Help is at hand
In glowing heart
Each breath we take 
Offers fresh start

What to say
What to do
But to pray

Become
Empty

Now

29-December-2020...

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attention fixated in quanta of time
each packet a hypnotic trance
gluey friction inbuilt in duality
it's been fun but we're done

or so we imagine
as a subtle desire
mirroring aversion
signalling bondage

the rabbit hole goes in deep

04-November-2022...

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Ferality 
Brutality
Remorse

Gratification 
The gains
Illusionary 

Repression 
Sublimation 
Ego games

Specious logic
Self hypnosis 
Delusion

Web of thoughts
Gluey desire
Myriad fears 

Habit patterns 
A limitation 
Self-imposed

Fear of freedom 
Thus keeps us
Bound

20-May-2021...

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from the stillness centre
around which life orbits
we look at shifting tides
cajoling us to enter trance
that forgetting our source
we dwell in the matrix
but now free from desire
no gluey thought arises
and thus we remain still
at peace in the light of Self
renewing itself within us
as humming bliss magnetism 
dissolving time and space...

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There lies a field, where mice run and race.
I bought some traps, you know, just in case. 
No risk of finger snaps 
fool-proof, with gluey flaps...
Mouse does not die; but he's kept in place. 

Eyes beg for mercy, what do I do?
rain bucket handy offers a clue.
Mouse caught in sticky trap;
submersion, it’s a wrap.
Blitzkrieg, one gasp; it's his Waterloo.

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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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Toyed by mind
We build a script
Then hang on to it
Gluey identity bind

Discarding all belief
Simply thoughts rest
No load on our chest
Soul gets some relief

Vibrant emptiness 
There is no seeking
Feel soma seeping
Rapturous blissfulness 

Immediate and intimate 
Cognised in stillness 
Pristinity of aliveness
To bliss beats gyrate

Life like images stream
As of past momentum
Carry no ego residuum 
Within this lucid dream

18-February-2022...

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