As I look back, I realise
My journey through time,
Has been a blur of fear,
Pain, exhaustion, and grime.
But this isn't new,
More my default catchphrase,
So I sit and delve deeper,
And see light through the haze.
I remember betrayal,
An abused child, hurt, bare -
But widen my perspective
And there was love there.
When I nearly died,
When I became disabled,
When my marriage ended,
When my needs were tabled,
I told myself the same
Sad story of woe
But now I sit and remember
There are highs to the low.
The love from my parents,
Although one has died,
Held me up when needed
Was there when I cried.
All in all life will hurt you,
But don't forget to look back,
The red haze you've been seeing
May be rose coloured, just cracked.
in defending bastions which are but smoke
we play the game inane of make belief
sacrificial fires continue to stoke
to examine the depths of human grief
presence remains still endlessly waiting
as polarities orbit tranquil heart
compassion quells desires unabating
readying consciousness for a fresh start
limited by space and taunted by time
an illusion which we have so conjured
where freedom lies in creating a rhyme
pulsations of love in heart go unheard
no narrow agendas are now tabled ~
veil thinned, bilocation is enabled
It has been undone, the titled piece this is forerun and took that last leap of faith off the table, it has been tabled indefinitely like warlocks oft weasel, and so the middleman paid the price but Katie's price is not a lady of the night, so we gallivant and palaver so sneaky that shadowy nape, per-chance it prickled like steepes of the southern crates, so we sit in fervor only when we gather, like a wish made clearly in the night's dappled skyward cloth fixed the firm glance that must distrust, the wish indeed, a fervent oil, like early morning that has been left to roil.
scattered dust by light enabled
transmits intent in heart tabled
to lower mind which then distorts
flavour of bliss in words labelled
He who is awake,
mind calm as a lake,
the Self recognised,
is God realised.
Through life’s storms unfazed,
by God’s grace amazed,
no desires tabled,
is bliss enabled.
The heart centre thawed,
focus fixed on God,
though in form is free,
roaming earth carefree.
Free from ego’s snare
and yet self-aware,
forgives one and all,
always standing tall.
Beyond three bodies,
bliss God embodies,
where we feel complete,
love and light replete.
From cosmic egg hatched,
pure presence detached,
atop love’s moonbeam,
sees life as a dream.
No tempests to tame,
the flicker-free flame,
just shines by itself,
as the light of Self.
love is a flame that has no name
being God Himself our soul’s aim
Who dwells in all forms as a spark
bliss magnetism too hard to tame
the truth stated simple and stark
love and light is our true hallmark
mirrored within as God’s heartbeat
presence that banishes the dark
love bereft soul stares at defeat
till surrendering at God’s feet
whence by grace bliss is enabled
whereupon we then feel complete
with lust rage and fear disabled
no agenda in heart tabled
having blurred boundaries with God
our aura cannot be labelled
arise hermit, give love soul’s nod
that thus in time with our heart thawed
we do not attain but become
God’s love and light that has all awed
“sans thought we see there’s no one here ~
we are not this form, why then fear?”
~ quote by poet
If we truly wish to see God,
tip-toe into the heart unshod,
a child again, loving and kind,
leaving ego spawned thoughts behind.
By thus befriending the vast void,
we as Self, pure and unalloyed,
first recognise we’re living light,
drenched with rapture of bliss delight.
Thoughts rest, no agenda’s tabled,
thus we become love enabled,
free at last and feeling complete,
our head surrendered at God’s feet.
All we see is an illusion,
lucid dreams causing delusion,
so turn all concepts upside down
and in mists of bliss, choose to drown.
easy breezy
in time stretched calm
poised in the void, so to speak
in childlike wonderment we behold
enthused polarities dancing cheek to cheek
as we walk the bliss-path strewn with roses
which we may add is as was meant to be
thoughts rested and no agenda tabled
life as impulsed flows on by itself
divine bliss within is enabled
Hemmed in by senses five and mind,
closed heart, far from loving and kind,
knowing not who in truth we are,
from God’s light soul’s drifted afar,
dead man walking, desires stalking,
deaf to truth’s voice in heart knocking,
we yet can to heaven ascend,
if but only our will we bend,
living life at an easy pace,
slowing down thought, invoking grace,
whence with no agenda tabled,
touched by God, we are enabled.
Turkey party’s reconvened;
not quite sure what this might mean.
Spring hunt season seems a waste
when right now a tabled graced
with a nice big juicy Tom
fans the trypto fires, nom nom!
Afar off as Luna disturbs the briny sea air, its pallid
lips farewell kiss of former throne fairs to absence.
Heir apparent solace a crown restored as its Hymn
privilege rejuvenates Sol's nurtured Hawaiian Isles.
As guests, while a tad, in Hawaii's wild, there they'll
see groundbreakers of Plumeria painted plumes don
guest guessing tree colors that rival Picasso's rarity,
Rose Period of benevolent hues missing silent blues.
On yonder rise further untamed, yielding in strength,
the Bird of Paradise, queues surround a mound. Find
true value in their weight of numbers enabled on top
of the tabled bouquet than solo left alone--so lonely.
Siding with soloists that orchestrate scents, like that
of the Gardenia, Puakenikeni, Kahili Yellow Ginger or
Pikake/Jasmine and Tuberose many more aromatics
redolent a symphonic scores, an orchid won, adored.
THE FINAL ACT
After Humpty Dumpty’s fall
Angry residents placed a call
The locals destroyed the wall
As it shouldn’t be there at all
Injured Humpty was all gloom
Alone in the emergency room
Having to use a nom de plume
Talking with doctors on Zoom
With meds all suitably labelled
Finally diagnosed as disabled
His complaint was then tabled
And a damages claim enabled
Then he was in constant pain
Smiling went against the grain
But was provided with a cane
Yet would never dance again
All the King’s horses and men
First aid was beyond their ken
As fighting was their acumen
Hadn’t joked much since then
Now Humpty has lost weight
One could say he’s in a state
His scheduled operation is late
Now wondering about his fate
It sounds just like a tale of woe
But that is the way a life can go
He’s a producer now you know
Sitting on walls is his new show
vanity seeks an echo
but the music is distorted
because the canvas is contorted
and so it does remain, until we let go
it is a wish we now wish we did not wish
for if narrow ego agendas are tabled
it is unlikely we will be enabled
tasting a bittersweet dish
10-June-2023
I know of a secret place,
where we may imbibe God’s grace
after giving love our nod,
tiptoeing therein unshod.
Let’s cut to chase, cave of heart,
is where our quest we should start,
invoking bliss magnetism,
to ignite mind-body prism.
First things first, we must be pure,
recognising love’s the cure
to all conflicts in our life;
futile and needless is strife.
If we’re not love enabled,
with narrow fears yet tabled,
knowing not how to behave,
we cannot enter God’s cave.
I know of this secret place,
where we see God face to face;
bliss nectar soul may partake,
once lower mind we forsake.
23-May-2023
This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Rudderless we roam hinterland
Knowing not in truth, who we are
From God’s light, we’ve drifted afar
Love bereft, life’s listless and bland
Objects of desire, bring but pain
Our life struggle has been in vain
Do as You will but hold our hand
Oh God, it’s You we’re speaking to
Please heal our soul and make us new
Caress divine, we understand
When no agenda is tabled
We’re instantly love enabled
Take us God, to the promised land
Left to ourselves, we will blunder
Make us feel silent bliss thunder
Rudderless we roam hinterland
Love bereft, life’s listless and bland
Do as You will but hold our hand
Caress divine, we understand
Take us God, to the promised land
06-April-2023
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