Short Swamplands Poems

everglades 
the slicing sawgrass sways
paradise to the "gladesmen"
the caterwaul of a panther
swamplands...

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Lotus beauteous blooms with joy in swamplands
Vibrant bliss throbs within wherever we stand

27-November-2020

(syllabic couplet)...

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It is everywhere 
Swamplands stagnative 
The sticky substance
Binding blinding glue
Cause of resistance 

We may exit
The Maya web
By detachment
In contentment 

Vaporised 
We imbibe
Love current

Pure bliss
Unstained

Throbs 

08-October-2020...

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Pull 
innate, 
to align, 
with the divine. 
The geometry,
chakras in symmetry,
draws us magnetically, 
into pathways vibrant with love.
No doing to be done save shifting, 
from head to heart, throb of love embracing.

The blueprint is clear, yet strangely we err,
slumbering in swamplands of stupor.
This is the enigma baffling;
cause of human suffering.
No sooner we exit
ego narrowness,
instantly free,
each entrée 
joyous
bliss.

21-October-2020...

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Doubt
contracts
our being,
as also fears
and ego desires,
in realm of illusions,
thereby stifling aliveness,
anchoring us in stagnation,
making us captive to lower mind,
enmeshed in dark swamplands of delusion.

Doubts, borne of urges, rooted in doership,
we surrender instrument of thought,
resting in awareness alone,
uncaring of all outcomes,
content in blissful peace,
in the here and now,
as a witness,
delighted
in the
play.

08-November-2020...

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Spiralling thoughts and specious logic repeatedly reinforce their affirmations rooted in swamplands of delusion with the singular aim of nurturing lower mind, continuing to shroud the self evident truth of our luminous divinity. As such, the shift, so to speak, is a journey without movement, being simply stilling mind-body identification and with it, resting cravings arising from attachment to maya borne illusions.

Lazy is better
With attentive mindfulness 
The nightmare now ends...

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