Stupor Poems

Stupor

ego
reacts

Stupor

God
says it
like it is
but His message 
is not well received,
since He speaks to the heart
but His words are heard by mind,
which is caged in conditioned thought,
letting not heart spread soul’s divine wings.

Strobes of love and light pervade silence,
cognised by pure hearts who listen
to the music of the spheres,
sublime bliss magnetism,
touch of God Himself,
which we negate,
since we are
in deep
sleep.

Till the Cows Come Home

It seems an eternity, waiting 
for the cows to come home. 
They never will, and so why 
do I wait so long to take a hard look at myself?
Mirrored reflections caught in the bourbon glass,  
fractured and foggy.

We drank more than our share last night,  
and my memory fell down the stairs,  
rolling with the bottles,  
bruised,  
yet always out of reach,  
a blue moon waning in the distance.

The 1960s hover,  
phantoms of a past we romanticize,  
awaiting their return as if  
a forgotten song might suddenly play,  
but we can never go back,  
to flower power,  
to protests in the park,  
to nights where anything seemed possible.
Lost in the haze of our youth.

I await their return other things,
like an old friend who swore to come back,  
but never did.
Promises dissolving ithinvair,  
like smoke rings we blew into the night sky.

And here I stand,  
waiting,  
for the cows that never come home,  
for the past that never repeats,  
for the moment I finally look,  
deep into my own eyes,  
and see not what was,  
but what is,  
and what might be.

Awaking from Stupor

it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~

that stifles soul and stops heart from singing 

enlivening silence sets our soul free ~

vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”


Nobody wants to feel truth anymore.
They cry out loudly for “comic relief”
Closing their eyes with a stubborn ignore
to block any sight of sadness and grief.

More pleasing to speak on beautiful things,
stars, skies and flowers, descriptive details.
A river’s fluid dance that softly sings,
floating on a dream, with wind driven sails

How sadly tragic we all cannot be
blessed with eyesight of a rose-colored tint
and that joy is dispersed with inequity.
For a beggar’s life is not Heaven sent

May all caring ears be acutely tuned
to those human songs that hum in the gloom.

1/22/2024

Awaking from Stupor

Line of enquiry.
It’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing 
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”

Phantoms of constant fog create a zombie state of existence,
feeling worthless, your barriers offer demons no resistance.
Thoughts drift into a hazy labyrinth of toxic wilderness,
you're wide awake, but the mind's sleeping in fields of bitterness.
Dark shadows of silhouettes in shrouds start to frighten,
so you search for stimulation, for your eyes to enlighten.
To hush these' car crash' carnage echoes of violence,
soul seeks refuge away from ego to master silence.
To wander under blue sunny skies with caffeine clarity.
To cleanse in waterfalls that lead to principles of purity.  
When you no longer dance with the Devil's temptations,
serenades of resurrection release suppressed frustrations.
Spirit soars, humming the repetition of a sweet refrain,
as you break away from the monotony of past pain. 
In the muteness of stillness the heart learns to let go,
flourishing like the first daffodil after months of snow.

Stupor

Life has a meaning if you wake up from stupor

Procrastination will not help you achieve goal

days pass, years waste away, making you a loser

wake up before time takes a worst turn, death bells toll


When there was nothing there was God who created

A beautiful and pristine world for man to live

Be a vicegerent and protect the ill-treated

To be kind towards all to forget and forgive


Work to live, live to work is a motto well served

Stupor belongs to the Devil, fans his ego

Some rest after a day's hard work is well-deserved

Work without required sleep results in vertigo


So, wake up from ever deadly stupor my friend

Take up unfinished tasks to give meaning to life

It's never too late for an evil soul to mend

If not, words of evil and slander will be rife

Awaking from stupor

I ran here and I raced there
All the time, all places, anywhere,
As if possessed I was adamant
and rested not even for a moment.

I had the riches and all the fun
Basking under a robust sun,
I knew despair nowhere     
and reaped joy everywhere.

I needed none to lend me a hand
Nor by my side to stand,
No shoulder I sought upon to cry
There was no task I would not try,
To grab wealth I would not shy
Nor faltered ever to cheat or lie,
With unfettered passion to win
I forsook my own kith and kin.

Favored by fate, I was awestruck
until Time’s heavy hand struck
and pulled me out of my stupor
saving me from making a grim blooper.

My body gave up the strife,
My spirit longed for a quiet life—
But Life turned its back on me
Oh, my folly it made me see...

He who is at peace with his share
Leaving the worldly woes in God's care,
He who is driven not by his whim
Happy is he, life is good to him.

Awaking From Stupor

Eyes wide opened towards the light 
Day is high and sun is bright 
And the feeling's great mystery 
Is still fresh in my memory 

Heaven's touch in a state of dream 
Like soaring high on skyline seam 
But forever, I just can't dine 
In the solace of black sweet wine 

Time has come for dreams to be real 
To brave the hurt of pain I feel 
Bondage heaven can't give a gain 
Just an escape from the pouring rain

Awakening From Stupor

 

"There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done.
One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow, so 
today is the right day to love, believe, do, and mostly live."

                                                       Quote by _Dalai Lama 


Most of my life has been like a dream trance,
repressed and lost in one long grief coma:
but, I have found my now moment and chance,
I no longer want the melodrama;
want to enjoy this life's sweet aroma.
It is a rebirth of the joyful me,
and I am breezy, happy and carefree:
the child in me is quite alive and well,
in calm silence I have found the true me;
within stillness of soul-   I wish to dwell.


“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing 
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”

Awaking From Stupor

Our consciousness can be trapped in a rut
of following paths so sadly worn out.
From gladness to sadness, hearts are somewhat,
together with souls, from joy turned about-
in trampling new seeds to wake up and sprout.

With deep meditation, the soul is set free
to put back in order, through silent rest-
the spiritual goals that oft turn the key
to waken our hearts and souls to be blessed
with new vibrant paths that restore life's zest.

AWAKING FROM STUPOR

AWAKING FROM STUPOR

Tell me please, who am I
Why does the room spin
But why can I not move
Something is very wrong
And my mouth is so dry
Are all these walls white
And look kind of padded
I must be sedated, or was
My head aches really bad
If I shout, will they come
Ah yes, I’ll remain quiet
Tell me please, who am I

Awakening From Stupor

The Echo Of Stars
Galaxies away the echo of stars make her bloom 
this rose made of warm inside a heated hand * 
Fine tuning her soul to the chime of a thousand crystal pieces   
she blasts out and planets resound within her Chalice heart; 
Resonating inside her, the peeling bells of Notre- Dame
contain her whole Universe... 
Tucked safely inside an IVEAN cloak she lives free 
no longer part of this global world.   
A star of multiple constellations, she belongs only 
to One identifiable light,  HIS  own.
Evolving endlessly in time she reverberates and rings   
entering God's vestibule of heaven without a single sound 
Wearing the immortal crown of existence she delves  
in, a crowning moment of glory
The mirror shatters in a million tiny pieces and all of truth  
arrives, making her whole once again. 

“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~

that stifles soul and stops heart from singing 

enlivening silence sets our soul free ~

vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree”

Awakening from Stupor

In a parking lot
I open my eyes

but the moment after my nap
forget where I am

as my restless mind lingers
in a litany of desires and dreams

then a realization of time and place
as a new world opens its arms for me

I step out from my shadows
into light of the loving sun

Awaking From Stupor

Money and mundane mammon have been our constant comfort.
Elegance and embellishments have been our companions.
Towards luxuries was the focus of all our efforts.
As though atheists, do we care for saintly opinions?

Attachment is clutching us in its crude crocodile hold.
Though, in truth, like parrot emeralds, aren’t we in gold cages?
We want to sing aloud and fly around, but we’re controlled.
It seems as though our enslavement will last for endless ages.

Shouldn’t our souls gain freedom and attain eternal bliss?
Shouldn’t our beings integrate with the Supreme Being?
Contemplation and good deeds could we, hence, afford to miss?
Could our eyes ever sleep without his hope guaranteeing?

From unconsciousness to consciousness, our souls should advance.
Isn’t our existence here on earth a mere transhumance?

Awakening from stupor

Souls are beyond 3D illusions 
Just like a free bird flying High ,
In the sky with no boundaries ,
Making its way for positivity ,
Without being affected by negativity ,
Their aura is mesmerizing ,
And make us energising,
Their words are emphasizing 
Just a word from them heals your wounds ,
And make you reminiscing 
Leaving all your pain
You get a rejoicing vibe ...

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