Identified with form, we seek outcomes,
to enhance well-being of body-mind,
so in trance we notice not how bliss hums,
until we are still and divine aligned,
as light of Self in cave of heart enshrined.
Be this as it may, caught in a rip tide,
not many can say they enjoy that ride.
I'm standing at the sink, washing dishes
and my bored mind floods with memories of our love:
how beautiful it used to be back then.
For the thousandth time I wonder what happened
to spoil something so special.
Perhaps it wasn't perfect
and I always knew she didn't love me,
but we shared such passion
and I'd dream of next time when we were apart.
I need to dry those dishes and dry my eyes!
White foam on rough seas
The boat was pitched to and fro
Then capsized with ease
That sinking feeling of despair
Surely not ours to keep
Switch frequency and with love pair
Bliss the reward we reap
Fuel not ego unsound
Know we are free, not bound
With each breath, new joy’s found
Debilitating
That sinking feeling
10-February-2022
Quietus
mother’s milk all gone
starved polar bear cubs alone
faint guttural drones
By
David Kavanagh
That sinking feeling, ego borne
Weed it out from the root
Mind-body transient garment worn
Love throbs do pain transmute
Stagnation nemesis
Such is our prognosis
Reclaim bliss consciousness
Our heart needs healing
That sinking feeling
05-October-2021
Quietus
dark night of soul
fears control mind
extol ego
04-July-2021
Skipping my mind
across the lake
Sinking sinking
With each breath I take
Looking up
a gurgling sound
Breath escaping
My feet tightly bound
I can still remember
Your hand on my face
Heart beating fast
Feeling out of place
The car ride was bumpy
in the dark tiny trunk
Arms tightly bound
feeling woozy and drunk
Yes I was the witness
to that horrible crime
I was there for my murder
Now I’m suspended in time
You fit me with shoes
Custom made for the deep
I guess an accountant
has too many secrets to keep
As I sank oh so slowly
There was one consolation
The beauty of detail
was my preoccupation
A letter will arrive
In a few short days my friend
Yes by registered mail
What you started will end
Because details are my trade
All your crimes big and small
Except for my murder
They’ll be revealed one and all
When boats sink to deeper waters depths
Passengers go down gurgling wet
Music sounds become garbled
In fact they disappear
Cold beneath the waves
Rocks caused their fate
No more sun
They go
Glug
I could never tell,
If she was a dream or a nightmare,
She was the deepest well,
Where wishes came with a burden to bear.
I keep fighting for a reason,
Painting over the cracks in her stories,
It's the time of the season,
For barely concealed lies.
Will I ever break free?
I wish to finally be me,
A different man than her worker bee,
Someone I can bear to see.
I cannot deal anymore,
I hope she reads the note,
Taped to the apartment door,
This relationship was our boat,
But the holes in the hull you tore,
Made it impossible to even float.
Mourning the death of his dear friend John the Baptist
The Lord set off to be alone in the early morning midst
Feeling the pain of such a great loss, His dearest friend
Is just one of the messages that day that the Lord will send
For he just wanted to be alone
But the usually large crowds had suddenly grown
Feeling compassion, for each and every ailment
Curing all the sick as this day had now went
Then with two fish and five loaves
He feed them all, as they came in droves
Sending His apostles by boat and departing the crowd
For now He needed some peace and this place was too loud
And later, while the sea's racked the Apostles boat
In the darkness they seen something afloat
Trembling in fear, they all called out
As the Lord said "It is I' to end all their doubt
And as Peter asked, the Lord said come to me
And in that storm Peter walked on that sea
But as the storm grew even more severe
He lost sight of his faith and became filled with fear
Murky sea this day as she wades chest deep
Battling strong waves with every step
No other swimmers, no lifeguards, no sun
Nary a gull on the beach so windswept
Solitude is her preference, she floats
Closes her eyes, attempts to clear her head
She’s tossed about, but opts to remain
She’d rather be here than alone in bed
Suddenly she feels a slippery nudge
To her feet she slips, scans surrounding sea
No life in sight, but she’s drifted out far
Her heart pumps fast, she swims feverishly
Another bump! Is this her worst nightmare?
Sea creature preying ‘neath turbulent surf?
White caps surround and her cries reach no ears
A painful sting, she’s p
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For Gareth's "Leave Me Hanging" challenge
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