super moon shines...
a school of sunfish swims
stochastic, unsure
little did I know
this way then would be familiar
without all the wanting
I've tried to
listen for the ending
my ear up hard
against a perfect spiral shell
in that stochastic twist of sound
my name bounces down
a hollow staircase infinite
and round
dancing with delusion
I'm not sure where I begin
is the beginning
or what I'm falling off from
bloodied but still breathing
hold me up and tell me
I am blinded by precision
what gifts have I forgotten
whose sorrow is forgiven
Meditation may be silent prayer with a motive
Behaviors that influence mood are complex
Wealth addiction never reaches its apex
As a vital insight, Oozes is notably zen-positive.
The mirror of integrity calms interior thoughts,
scary to smother, stifle, or deny consciousness
In the need for insight, thought-rested awareness
Things related to scrutiny are tying you up in knots.
It's as a careless awakening from a deep slumber,
intense bedtime twists, and spiritual closeness
Cosmos moves in a pure sign of sublime oneness
No stochastic or endless motion in a stark number.
Bestow intellect and heart into harmony for love,
Attain stolid calm, dissolving shape and space
The mind produces awareness, sharing, and grace
To be in-articulable, bereft of a void as a dove.
Written: December 06, 2022
Thought Rested Awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Living in a clockwork Universe
Before we knew the truth of random acts
Circles ignored squares , was that perverse?
Clockwork, logic Aristotle, terse
This what we thought to be the facts
Living in a clockwork Universe
Yet could ellipses, circles us desert
If all seems square then something has been blocked
Circles married squares , was that perverse?
Could time itself ,this dagger, be reversed
In stochastic nature, particles might flirt
There never was a clockwork Universe
Scientists have imaginations rash
Revolutions happen with a smirk
Circles marry squares , are you averse?
Alas no-one can read their latest tracts
The language is absurd like poets’ works
Living in a clockwork Universe~
Circles ignored squares , we thought that crass
Stochastic searches I've made
So much troubles I've paid
Never reached to essence of being
I was banned from touching the thing
Roads were dark, river had sharks
There were no singing larks
The real challenge is starting
Light and darkness are finally departing
Sorrow is not going to last forever
There is hope, of that are you aware?
A shimmering light in my heart is igniting
I have the energy to confront and fighting
When you are at my side
In the toughest roads we can ride
Having you is my pride
Nothing can anymore make us divide
Certain feelings flow in me
Come closer come and see
Design my heart with your hand
Make it unique, carve your brand
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