IF I BE GOD
I will;
Chop down the mountain
To a lovely beckoning
In a time when they gasp
In a moment when they thirst
In the rays of light at stake
Wheel around the mountain, to cover
Check the clock of time, to slow
Make the green smile forever
Let them know that their God lives
In the heart of the ocean to roar
In the heart of the forest so teeming
If I be God
Which I'm not
If I be God
Which I'll love
I'll create a vacuum
Let it slow down wheel of time
Let it feel voidness from ages
Make life impacting, so great!
Remove the bad ones at will
Engrave the good ones to soil
Wheel of time to control
Wheel of moment and days
Wheel to roll o'er the stones
Wheel changes, by the heart of God
Those around the wheel at His mercy
Time to be born, time to die
If I have the wheel of time
To control the earth at will
Let violence be gone, no reel!
Peace be still! God has spoken
The mind of God; in the heart of men
Playing God isn't my lot, let God speak
On idle days,
the pointers of inspiration
slow down...
With nothing new on the front,
life is slow too...
I'm on the prowl
waiting for events...
I watch the sunrise,
and the sun goes down to dusk...
I watched the rain that didn't come,
my distant love
that didn't match me...
I understood, then
that no poem
occurred to me, nor any
poetry I wrote...
I'm still on the prowl
of a busy novel days
that bring me inspiration
not voidness !
traumatised within the lucid dream
why do we then wake up so relieved
did we not in the play enacted bleed
subtly shifted are emotes we stream
miniaturised within this mind-body form
not quite bliss replete, we feel incomplete
heart yet feels joy in victory, pain in defeat
bilocating as voidness within each storm
hypnotists count down from ten to one
that we awake bringing back in cognition
each nuance of bestowed polarity ignition
transformed by the light of the central sun
01-November-2022
Wait,
is to stretch the moment now
beyond its curvature
dimensional...
Now is synonymous of absence,
wait is presence symptom
even if water passed, river running
melting snow, molten metal
to make a future not belonging...
tô the prime dreamer !
Wait is voidness of life,
unqualified aftermath
of the great tragedy...
Wait is search
of partnership for personal pain,
and summoning spirits
so that they suffer together
with the sufferer...
Waiting is a delusion
endless of the ethereal
that will never be concrete...
Is vapor of memories,
is source fulcrum
nonexistent,
is the sanity of madness
and the dreadful dream
of the unfortunate...!
Soulless we walk,
despondent and destitute..
Anxiety as our body shrink
illfare to our future..
Our posture stand not,
for our legs are frail..
Our homelands are dreadful..
Lifeless we walk..
Voidness without currency..
Occupant without occupation..
Hopeless and homeless..
Hardship with misery
We clamor for our plight..
Unbearable hunger and joblessness......
Inflation and poverty without cessation..
Food shortage and insecurities..
deadly we walk, with anguish without hope...
Blindfold and reddish eyes..
we can't descry for we're walking dead....
Worse than food shortages
is the voidness of dreams
uncultivated field
harvest of unhappiness
There are no individuals to match the mention.
Only God, in any case, can be depended upon.
Just God, the Ruler of the universe, is aware.
God stepped in once he saw man despair.
When God doesn't react, we break and reject.
We expect significance from God's select.
Our fury and disappointment drove us astray.
God, on the other side, is the most efficient way.
This planet, similar to us, is in the place of voidness.
Who doesn't have faith in preeminent goodness?
Faith-filled individuals have found fear and showed.
They've defeated their misfortune and prevailed.
Effortlessness will reach just the fix known.
In caring adoration, only the truth is spoken.
Written: November 25, 2021
Poetry is the mystery
enlightened,
the secret revealed,
the key to the abysses
and paradises...
Is the language
of the occult, and the
intercommunication
from all universes...
Complete study
of whole, and the understanding
of the phenomenon nothing...
Plenitude and voidness... !
vibrant cessation
an upward curve
of bliss in renewal
seeming fullness
vaporises free will
whereupon action
merely resonation
with divine vibrance
reflected by presence
tested by the universe
for it’s true voidness
when the tides ebb
shrouded in darkness
which soul celebrates
with undiminished joy
recognising the play
uncaring of outcomes
being a mist of bliss
offering no rancour
for identity to anchor
thus free and unbound
walking on holy ground
19-September-2021
Views of fertile valleys,
Vast blue sky above and
Verdant green fields mark the
Vibrance of my hamlet;
Vacation trip to my
Vivacious village fills
Voidness of my dull soul.
Date: 05/05/2021
Submitted for: Pleiades V Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Stretch
and yawn
and move on,
with nonchalance.
Do pause here awhile
to smell fragrant roses
but do not linger too long,
losing track of your awareness,
falling prey to deep hypnotic trance,
whereupon you are a dead man walking.
Enjoy, upon earth, a breath of fresh air,
even as being by God so breathed.
Flow in the currents manifest,
unfettered as is the breeze.
Erect and love aligned,
play in innocence.
Life but a dream.
Emptiness,
voidness,
real.
20-November-2020
We are the subject, conjuring the dream,
as also the object, the dreamed actor.
How may object unreal cease to stream,
unless we comprehend the third factor:
being awareness, the integrator?
Taking awareness as attention flow,
which the urgings of our heart does follow,
stillness alone enables convergence:
voidness in meditational trance slow;
where, one with oneness, ends our indulgence.
03-November-2020
Thought free awareness
Being voidness
Self aware
If we be there
Making meditation
An ever present orientation
We live internally
Vibrantly
Bliss elation
The outer reflection
Tranquil
Samadhi the miracle
Within
06-September-2020
Consumed by over importance of identity, the said voidness of imagined emptiness may be found to be contoured by sediments of ego, camouflaged as surrendered stillness. As long as there be size & measure, ego is manifest. As long as there be fear or desire, ego is manifest. As long as there be attachment, ego is manifest.
We dance in a trance
Rhythm beat of innocence
Divine love parlance
01-September-2020
letting go of
the need to let go
nothing we need to do
in surrendered stillness slow
thin veil within
to eye imperceptible
which needs to fall aside
if we are to make God visible
non-doer doing
an action by a doer
inner silence yet coloured
until we completely disappear
28-August-2020
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