On a roller coaster, we smiled as we fell,
being aware ascent would follow descent
but in real life, we perhaps cannot tell
and most certainly heart contractions resent,
so we dwell in darkness, drawn to desire’s smell,
fearing to grant embrace of love our consent.
Piquant is our dilemma, free and yet bound,
our soul in illusions conjured by mind drowned.
equating dreams
as thought forms
by heart conjured
we pause the cause
of such movement
getting to the roots
body identification
also termed as ego
negating nothing
we examine desire
that so manifests
deluded cravings
again and again
needing fulfilment
in this life or the next
until thirst is quelled
surreptitious ego
offers specious logic
that we may accept
validity of illusions
of unawakened soul
and thereby stagnate
in our thought spirals
dreams within dreams
our soul is hypnotised
by illusions self-created
and so we live in trance
unaware of our true Self
resident in toroidal heart
being eternal living light
the very essence of God
albeit veiled from sight
Plato’s allegory of cave
defines our predicament
we acknowledge not light
nor align with sublime love
refusing to enter silence
preferring to be a captive
of our conditioned belief
a tragicomic tale indeed
The tragedy is known
the comedy of the non-smile,
and the tragicomic flavor
from the laughter of others...
the comedy exorcises
nerds and frills:
intracutaneous demons
that to the unfortunate
abounds...
the children's movie
raise the ba-a-ba
at the level of a scholarly chair,
and the child's laughter
stiffens muscles
and loose attitudes,
with strong sweetness
and virile tenderness...
Conjuring magic, each moment
As of our heart’s desire
Pure of heart heighten bliss quotient
Whilst desirous souls tire
Freezing the wheel of time
Suffused by love sublime
Our life a flowing rhyme
Thoughts tragicomic
Conjuring magic
28-February-2022
Quietus
To wisps of straw, we cling in hope
A tragicomic tale
We are free, yet needlessly grope
Chasing illusions stale
There’s no need to be meek
Know we are strong, not weak
We are That, who we seek
Why bend in awe
To wisps of straw
09-December-2021
Quietus
((.))
/*******\
Bloated red star
a rising womb of light
beautiful
A tragicomic dream
a world of carnage
horrifying
((((((((((((Expanding red giant)))))))))))
engulfs the inner planets
[---------final--------]
The searcher searching, moves away from love
The all that is, is within, not above
Employing mind, to go beyond the mind
A tragicomic tale, how desires bind
All moments of joy are devoid of thought
Free from identity, that ego brought
As day shifts to night and night to the morn
With each breath intake, are we not reborn
Stagnation the only earth life peril
Flow of stillness, reveals Gods miracles
All that we need to do, is to allow
In childlike trust, wondrous soft heart mellow
Know that we are not feeble mind body
Exit oh hermit, narrow thoughts shoddy
10-March-2021
Ego agenda
Narrow and futile
Yet in delusion
We are bound therein
Tragicomic life
The wheel of time
Slowly rotates
Joy and sorrow
Cyclically
As a leaf
Blown away
Until death
This life
Wasted
Gone
08-October-2020
Eternal all knowing and bliss luminous
Immersed in dream of delusion & darkness
As a game of hide & seek for fun & frolic
Engaging in cycles of pain & joy tragicomic
Having so chosen
Our own poison
Why complain
Being unstained
15-September-2020
Parting with a Lover
Parting with a Lover,
Is a very sweet sorrow
Indeed love is a poor player
That kicks mud and rubbish
In the face of once sweet-heart
And all is a heap of bull dung
Licked by a pair of fools,
Liars playing hide and seek
Holding each other amorously
In the bed of rosy sorrows
As they play tragicomic games
Full of conjecture
Pretense
And darkness