Short Vaster Poems
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When sage people drinking drinks
Which called "daily heavenly truths,"
They getting higher,
Better,stronger
And vaster.
July 25/2023
The 4 Elements
The red fire,
He’s burning.
He’s higher,
He’s consuming.
The blue water,
She’s fluid.
She’s vaster,
She’s lucid.
The transparent wind,
It’s free.
It’s blind,
You can’t see.
The brown earth,
It’s with plants.
It’s girth,
Populated by Ants.
Woolly and blue,
So spacious,
As to leave no clue,
Vaster than,
the sight of eyes,
when angry,
it relentlessly,
sunned and rained,
when happy,
it was clear,
and cool,
and added to it,
a rainbow,
It was umbrella to world,
In fact under it,
Was imprisoned,
The entire human hoard.
I just realized, that
most of my poems
are about love – Albeit,
not the physical aspects
of love – I mean, how often
we need to feel one another
up? For the different aspects
of love may be infinite: starting
with the Touchy-feely, sinking us
deeper, beyond – penetrating
membranes of surface moisture
to far vaster
thermal seas –
I think so..
when these words occur
we imagine the place
from which they emerge..
since time long ago
this place has been assumed
as within the body
we have so long occupied..
evolving now in spurts
is a new day of realizing
that the thought arises
in a place much vaster
in a new "I" which
loses its bodily bounds
and with this loss
the soon fading of I...
~CC
I sit in the eye
adjacent to aqua and bolts
the heaven of thunder bellows
inhibiting all rainbows
from materializing
like it's 1929
but not anymore
my soul's voice combats against the gray
with all of its vermillion fire
the embers only vaster
emotions peak
causing a supernova
slaughtering the hurricane
now surroundings are green and cyan
a dreamland that appears phantasmic
the coast is finally clear
to create a new realm
Awake, perhaps day-dreaming,
with a cosciousness opening up
to the universe vaster than thoughts
as awareness races with time,
to lose its trace in outer space...
wonders, many worders yet to be seen
by me and others in the golden age!
No man, lesser than God, can understand
how our solar system was made and how it stands...
unless he possess the gift of the third eye:
to dismiss illusion and turn it into an astonishing reality
by letting consciousness open up to the universe!