(“Something From Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
In my youth I did my time
Doing strict religious discipline
A whole decade dedicated to mindfulness
And right livelihood.
And in the several decades since I’ve done
All that on and off again, from time to time.
But now my discipline is different
It’s the discipline of do-nothing
The wu wei of effortless action
More like mindlessness
Than effortful mindfulness.
What does it involve? Nothing!
Too simple you say,
And that’s the point exactly!
Like a cloud drifting through an open sky
Neither born nor dying
Simply manifesting into something
From nothing.
(9/16/26)
chakras hitherto ignored now pulsate
all polarised nodes wish to merge with source
manner of change varies as does blink rate
all accomplished without the use of force
kundalini being our sole resource
that as subject and object become one
all we are aware of is bliss beat’s hum
soma nectar drips from crown to third eye
we sense clearly sound of one hand clapping
the cosmic gong Om fills the empty sky
accomplished with ease when mind is napping
I imagined being a snowflake,
different than all the others
So small, but no more important than anyone
Falling, falling, slowly in the air
with a relief in knowing there's no reason to compare
I have my own beauty, no more special than another
Just equal, with all the other beautiful snowflakes,
coming from the sky above
Together, we land in the comfort of blanketing the ground
Together, we present a stunning winter landscape
Sparkling in the sun brighter than anything to be seen
We are the warmth of light on a cold day
Together we are different but the same, we are one
Heidi Sands
9/14/26
(C)opyright
Asks a moon mate
if I still feel that subtle
flame beneath my heart
when she seeks to reach for me
I smile at her fleeting warmth
and move ahead
Here and now in feeble form dome
Mindfully subtle body comb
Invoking thus bliss magnetism
Giving rise to the mantra Om
C9 On The Run, I come from the Sun
back into the Sum of One, I Become
Dialed In, En Route to the Oort
Out the Loosh Into Greater, Denser, Absolutes
Into the Great Flame, I find the Center Truths
now I'm Questing, got me High on Ankhs and Infinitudes
a Total Resurrection
I Jettison towards Greater Intercessions,
by the 9th Power I Rise in Light
the Great Solar Crucifixion, I now Fly, Ever Of Life
Into Heavens Gates, I Just might Ignite these Plumages of Light
my Birth Right requires I Seek Heights
Seek, Surreal Eagle Flight, I let my Soul Fly
Full Speed in Hawk Sight
I Beam Bright in Laser Precision Flight
Thriving Off the Greater Mind, Fly High Be Thy Light Percussio
I Go, where Energy Flows, in Ever Infinite Flow
Down Inner Luminous Roads
In comes the Super Light Percussion, Light Strikes I've Mastered Thy Soul
Blazing Wyld Forever Forth
Forever North, Light Smites the Night, like a Wyld Horse
reflections reveal radiance
emanating from deep within
enlivening bliss magnetism
around which polarities spin
tranquil stillness animated
totality capsuled in form
as transmitter and receptor
bilocates in this benign storm
divine bliss beats send a signal
that our essence is living light
whispered wisdom wisening us
drenching us in drunken delight
third eye to crown becomes a seamless whole
thus the concept of chakras is destroyed
we playfully go about our life role
shining as pure consciousness unalloyed
vibrant in aloneness in the vast void
witnessing, noticing, celebrating
hum of kundalini unabating
consciousness records, memory replays ~
whilst vibrance of tranquil heart, fear allays
Line of inquiry:
“Neither desire nor aversion
Meditation our immersion
Conditioned beliefs discarded
Hymns we hum are our own version”
A child I was, when Nuns taught me in school;
so God was with me from an early age.
The catechism shaped for me each rule-
my soul's foundation at this tender stage,
to help unlock a door I would engage.
My reading about God was not the key-
but seeing what He is- enlightened me.
That feeling that He's near in all I do,
the balances of nature, my guarantee-
internal hymns of love, faith, hope, accrue.
I sing the hymn of Love through family,
and feel God's care is echoed from each heart.
I sing the Hymn of Faith, a tapestry
of sunset glow that leads to a fresh start,
and sing my Hymn of Hope on new day's chart.
Love, Faith, and Hope are His Amazing Grace-
my heart and soul, with God there, interface.
pretending we are body-mind
we allow web of thoughts to bind
which they do but not for too long
since we are with bliss beats aligned
dance of consciousness is our song
drenched with love taking all along
as this dream unfolds as ordained
where all we sense is bliss beat’s gong
pretending we are a soul stained
in make belief realms we are chained
by our hand that we understand
how light innate may be regained
the source, omnipresent, is still
what moves is mind, in realm dual
call this truth whatever we will
it is stillness in renewal
God looks for real humble people
ones who have deep, reverential hearts
willing to always be obedient
so God would bless them in no small part
The commandments of God are holy and true
keeping them is for our benefit and good
so all our generations would be blessed
all their days when rightly understood
God's discipline is to teach His truth
so you obey all His sayings as you walk
in God's ways, fearfully in reverence
forever learning to walk in godly talk
The requirements of God are fourfold
to love and serve Him in holy fear
walking close by the Lord every day
with a full heart and soul all your years
God is a God rightly to be praised
bowing before Him in reverential fear
bringing our love imperfect as it is
to the lover of our soul who is ever near
we buried witchcraft
but kept old snake oil bottles
lined up on our shelves
hooked up with magic potions
to give hope when logic fails
science displays signs
fate is foretold on the screen
yet we plead for cures
still brewed over smoky fires
hope fixes we can't forgo
hunger stays away
concoctions remove old stains
herbs promise rebirth
purging latter-day poisons
making tomorrow spotless
old curses survive
though no cauldron lights the room
we demand revenge
through hidden spells and curses
that only witchcraft provides
when reason falls short
shadowy figures emerge
in crystal ball veils
to give our nameless fears cause
rather than leave darkness blank
science lights the room
yet something circles in flames
older than knowledge
witchcraft belatedly lives
where reason cannot go
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