we slide into dreams and then we awake ~
yet apply on this tendency no brake
behold in surprise, ripples that arise ~
negate illusions to be truly wise
He’ll stuff a rich cream-puff crony
While food for have nots is phony
As Donald can cook
And serves each poor schnook
Trump steaks—Wait no…it’s baloney!
true knowing is by becoming ~
one with bliss magnetism humming
A Monk With No God
Delta wave slumber, healing and pure.
Nothing the subconscious cannot cure.
All-in-all essence—creation’s force.
Impossible to name life’s true source.
Permeating worlds beyond count,
With grace, those cosmic numbers surmount.
Divine illumination within,
Consciousness eternal, without end.
“I think,” and thus prove that I exist—
Such an argument can be dismissed.
Unmeasured thought: no length, breadth, or weight.
Nothing to quantify or translate.
Cosmos expanding faster than light;
Humankind struggles with their own plight.
If nothing is greater than one’s mind,
How shall eternity be defined?
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ego spawned deception ~
births our flawed perception
Melting clocks on branches of thought, dripping seconds into the ocean,
My consciousness—a whirl of shadows and lights dancing chaotically,
Seeking the truth hidden behind the wax masks of reality.
Words collapse like autumn leaves, leaving silence behind,
Stripping away layers of artificial knowledge, illusory certainties,
Until I stand naked before the boundless mirror of existence.
I discover that truth is not a treasure to be found, but a veil to be lifted,
From the eyes of a mind weary from so much futile searching outward,
When all that was needed was to look inward, into the void full of whispers.
I unfold like a lotus flower under the moonlight,
Petal by petal, I let go of false identities, of roles played,
Until only the pure essence remains, unaltered by time and thought.
In this profound silence, I hear for the first time the melody of truth,
A song without notes, a symphony of the creative void,
And I understand that awakening is not a journey, but a return home.
not all souls living here dwell in the light ~
animals in human form tend to bite
ceasing striving, connect, coming undone ~
that with love and light we may become one
wherever there be seeking ~
notice energy leaking
so little time is left to live ~
yet we’re unable to forgive
for fun we wore a blindfold
but clammy fears left heart cold
in silence thought veil thinned out
light restored, erased was doubt
Sol’s opaqued that we delight in surprise ~
Beauty of dawn at morn as God’s sunrise
life as already impulsed flows as created ~
knowing this we’re not by taunts of fate baited
melding head with heart walk in through love’s door ~
life’s seen as a dream where we keep no score
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