Unconditioned Poems | Examples

Our natural state

The sun begins the day,
Providing light to guide my way.
Yet still, I stumble upon
The weight of customs, illusions drawn.
I break each chain, one by one,
Unveiling life self-woven, undone.

Free from the weight of old deceits,
I walk where truth and freedom meet.
Vibrant as the flame within my core,
A light that whispers: “You are more.”

Nature, my guide, in canyon deep,
I breathe in silence, where rivers sweep.
Life flows on, a current bold,
Untamed, unbent, and uncontrolled.

With every step, I rise and see,
The light of Self, wild and free.
No agenda rests, no shelf to fill,
Just life unfolding, as it will.

The Spark of Life

(“The Nature of Light”, 2018, original encaustic)

The Spark of Life

The spark of life exists
Whether self aware or not
Embodying Life in all life

This is the hint in the eye
That peers back 
Meeting and reflecting 

What it is that is 
Unconditioned within
All conditioning 

(11/9/24)

One Love

("Summer of Love", 2019, original encaustic mixed media)

One Love

With the passage of time
One love follows after another
- the nouns of our existence
people, places and things
we place our hopes on -
Changing like the seasons
In cycles of growth and decay.

But one love remains constant
Timeless simply by its presence out of time
Ever changeless and unconditioned 
Even if unacknowledged
Neglected or denied
A root love
That knows no bounds.

With the seasons we cycle
Around and around
Growing and decaying, 
Recalling and forgetting
What it is that holds us
In its orbit
In its love.

(3/19/24)

Stories of Different Kinds

Conditioned story and

Unconditioned story..

In the conditioned:

Separation and pain..

In the unconditioned:

Separation and pain..

Yet...

The Struggle

Existing in a world
Full of lies and deceit,
I'm broken like a record
That constantly repeats.

Day after day 
It's the same routine,
I'm surrounding by nothing
But junkies and dope fiends.

Day and night
Running the streets,
Ducking and dodging
Avoiding police.

Trap house to crack house
Making our rounds,
Too worried we'll miss something
So we never lay down.

We steal and we lie
We keep getting high,
Got caught up slipping
Just trying to survive.

Headed back to county
Broke, no money for commissary
Tripped out while detoxing
So they moved me to solitary.

23 hours
7 day a week,
Unconditioned hair
Shower shoes on my feet.

I'm getting to know
This monster I've become,
Trying to figure out
What went wrong

Bridge after Bridge
So carelessly burned,
A million mistakes
And no lessons learned.

Stuck here in silence
Locked in this cage,
I stare at my calender
And mark down the days.

I long for the day
That I'll be set free,
I'm tired of the struggle
And ready for peace.

Fireside Stories

I remember a boy child
who thrilled to hear dark
ghost stories

Told around a crackling fire
circle of faces
looking

imaging down
heavy lidded

in toward suggestive
face drawn shadows

warming late night 
glowing light.

Outdoor cold wildness
exciting safely distant terrors
experienced vicariously
around this goosebumping circle
of starlit trembling bliss

Safety,
sustained light of humane 
encircling comfort,
shadowing resilient powers
of divinely demented health care
despair

Devoid, for this evening's moment
of ghosting cathartic fears
behind mythic morbid stories
avoiding bad guy
or sad girl
creepy nighttime visions.

I wonder,
now reflecting later peak experiences,
if a sequel love story
of young romance
between a boy and girl,

A passionate embrace
erasing space
in-between a boy
and boy,

A forgiving grace
for unconditioned regard
between two girls
who would not think to touch
without a grateful kiss,

Might these have been
a warmer loving way
to send us off
into cold sleeping bags

at end of camping day
anticipating dreams
of tender touching terror.

The Wounded Spirit

Mental agony in distress reaches to fancy aught,
haunted into the corner of dreadful thought.
The gazing soul dwells in ending conclusion,
shadows in eternities confusion.
Split tongues by demons of lies caused the wound,
conscience membrane of sinful sound.
Dark creatures reveal the art to dispense,
taking a poor perception to every sense.
At times by force in despair to travel back,
treading that railroad pattern track.
Toward that metaphoric idyllic ideal plain,
where souls can reach that light of the cosmic train.
Far above all mountains crisp of still,
and endless waters seem to be the eternal fill.
Until one sees the loves in clear refrain,
love in pure life’s degree is simple plain.
The kindred spirit allowing healing,
fine tuning the equilibrium of feeling.
Pity’s melting heart and honors empty bubble,
televised drama and attention seeking trouble.
Mother Nature’s unconditioned love without regret,
teaching all who thought that tears have paid all debt.

Intimation of Beyond

Intimation of beyond

The attraction of the twilight firmament in a hazy stream,
invited me to ponder on the meadows of this timeless esteem.
Where this rotating light is a constant reflection by global sight,
apparel of celestial confinement in each moment of light.
Like the remembering and freshness of a dream,
observing the lights of heaven in this theme.
Only the utterance of time comes with grief, beautiful and fair,
while the frequency of timelessness has no promise to bare.
Echoes of images in constant seasons revealing our celestial infancy,
shades of the prison body shape shifting in this intimacy.
But behold in this light and observe how it flows,
it is the dream who daily furthers from the east and grows.
Natures priest must travel by visions splendid,
the dream makers way intended.
Time perceived will die away,
fading more and more to the light in centuries of a day.
Earth enjoys her spherical lap in celestial union kind,
unconditioned, forgiving and compassioned shined.
The ultimate mother nursing all she can maintain,
perpetual benediction simple and plain.

Senryu20180616 - O Ocean

SENRYU20180616 - O Ocean!

 Many waves, one Ocean
O Ocean, unconditioned Mind -
I AM wave ... submerging in You.

Take Me Home Again

Take me home again
	to when I was a child
	walking down that dirt road to a distant house,
where I grew up
	under my grandmother’s watchful eyes.

Let me be that little girl
	who knew I was loved.

Take me home again
	to those carefree days of childhood innocence
	playing in the backyard with my imaginary dreams
give me back that promise of the future
	newly inspired by hope of fulfillment.

Let me be that child of change
	unknowing the threats of the outside world.

Take me home again
	where everything was new and possible
	full of right and ringing loud of freedom,
give me back that unconditioned love
	that my grandmother had come to America with.

Keep it safe, alive and living free
	for my twilight years and the children still dreaming.

Between Love and Hate

After decapitation, it was
half-honour,
half-land,
and half-bread.
We had prepared ourselves for epilation.

A war for milky sap 
starts for an empty chair.
You are asked to abandon
your field and go for
a hate profile.

The gated religion now
scars the high searing, wayward  
fronds of untangeled age
of absent truths and
faithful lies.

I will go again to
find the answer in a similar
darkness to stand 
my unconditioned faith
to stumilate the unflowing river.


Satish Verma

Ruled By Venus-Taurus

TAURUS,THAT'S US TAUREANS!
TENDERLY LOVING,
TERRIFIC companions,
TRUE FRIENDS: so loyal,
great TEASERS TOO.


AFFECTIONATE towards others,
AMAZINGLY caring and loving ,
AMOROUS:great lovers
that's true,
ALWAYS helpful,
kind hearted to you.

UNCONDITIONED:they do all to please
anyone,even go out of their way,
but never condition a TAURUS,
they definitely do it their way.

ROMANTIC: best  describes us,
RURAL: nature lovers for sure,
we're earthy people,
love life and much more.
RELIABLE too,
RESENTFUL hard to be,
but possesivity comes naturally.



UNIQUE,in our ideas,
but ready to learn all.
UNPREDICTABLE,so stay alert
to know us more.

SENTIMENTAL and SWEET,is our identity!
STUBBORN and STRONG HEADED is our motto,
we're very lucky people,
even if we never win the lotto.

TAURUS:the  sign of the bull!
The bull in the arena so weak,
yet so strong till the end.

TAURUS:A FRIEND TO ALL
TAURUS  - CHARMA (1ST MAY 1977)

Unwavering

I live a life where all are better than me,
A life where my friends are top priority.
To me, without them, it would be the end.
i would have left for Hell in my death bed.

My friends deserve comfort,
My friends deserve life,
My friends deserve to live,
Even if i have to die.

And if that's what is needed,
Then by all means I'd do it.
I'd never live live with myself if i didn't.

My heart is alone,
Alone, and it's weeping.
I give others love,
Unconditioned,
Unwavering.

But sometimes I wonder
What it would be like,
If a man would love me as much as
I love all of life.

When i think of this,
The thought is too much.
I can't even think of myself being loved.

I am not worthy of such lovely things.
My job's to help others,
That, for me, is life's meaning.

Purple

Stay safe in my arms
Be my reason to breathe
Love unconditioned
When life seems to seethe

Love can be torture
Deceiving, standing with hate
The worst time of all
Is when it all goes away

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