resting in subjective awareness pure
one without a second, we alone are
living light eternal and heart demure
all worlds are within, not somewhere afar
we dwell in space-time as also beyond
our pristine essence is subtler than space
we are the gong Om to which we respond
we’re both giver and receiver of grace
we are the darkness, we are the sunrise
untouched by contrasts, we alone exist
we conceal then reveal to feel surprise
all hearts pulsate in us as a bliss mist
not this or that, we’re consciousness itself
both the stillness and movement kinetic
we’re the undivided non dual Self
we are love and light, our heart magnetic
know as false, all worlds that are manifest
the pulse dual is but an illusion
thought forms swirl around but we are at rest
as luminescence free from delusion
untamed masters, tame
their subjects, until they're tame
enough to follow.
he stands in his suit,
blue tie hanging like a noose,
smiling with dead teeth,
signing papers that send
another man, another woman,
into the dirt.
our governor knows
there is no afterlife—
he isn’t sending them to heaven,
he’s sending them to rot.
if he believes in the Bible,
he’s forgotten the line:
thou shall not kill.
no grey area, no loophole.
he pretends justice,
but it’s only blood on his hands.
death is not justice.
it’s silence,
it’s the shutting of doors
that never reopen.
it should weigh
like iron on his skull,
like stones in his gut.
but the man eats your steak
with no indigestion,
wipes his mouth with his hand.
what does his wife see
when she lies beside him?
does she hear the whispers
of the buried,
the cries of mothers?
and worse—
he sharpens her name
for the next ballot,
preparing her face
to be plastered on walls.
unwanted, unloved,
another mask of power,
another hand raised
to press the button,
to pull the lever,
to kill again
who would kill again and again,
for ten million dollars.
having been, seen and therefore known
the truth of consciousness full blown
as substratum of existence
etch if you will, our words on stone
there is no space, hence no distance
beheld when we shed resistance
seen in plain sight with our soul’s eye
recognised with God’s assistance
consciousness, the absolute I
is so dense even light can’t ply
energy intense tightly packed
omnipresent, so feels each sigh
each pulse vibrationally tracked
creation here-from is exact
wherefrom the universe appears
as God His will does so enact
Small things become
large in a life at times,
appointments made
that hang like a sentence
over one's head,
incarcerating you in fear
for a week or more.
A pain that won't go away
growing into a dozen
self diagnosed causes,
some serious, some benign
until you remember
straining to lift
a heavy pot
yesterday or the day before.
Then there are all
the “what ifs” that invade
the mind when you are trying
to get to sleep, a whole
catalogue of outcomes graded
from the unfortunate
to the absolute worst,
one of which is bound
to come true, ruining
your plans or causing you
to be carted off in a hearse.
And even when you find
a quiet corner somewhere
in your life where
a little sunshine comes
shining through, it's always
short-lived when you convince
yourself it just can't be true.
No facades needed
for my love to prosper.
True nature lights the spark
that ignites my heart’s wick.
To keep the candle burning bright
all that’s desired is love and faith
accented with shared laughter
as our days go by.
No strings attached,
no fine print to be found.
My love is yours for the taking,
unconditional and everlasting.
Our journey is long, so be strong,
our resolve firmed by the Om gong,
that thus thinning out the ego,
divine aligned we do no wrong.
Let love laced be the seeds we sow,
seeing God in our fiercest foe,
poised as awareness self-aware,
free from desires, our thought flow slow.
Once with the vibrant void we pair
and ego cravings we outstare,
starved of attention, it soon dies,
light of Self shines, naked and bare.
We see the truth with our own eyes,
reality mind cannot size,
completion beyond space and time,
transcendence beyond scripture’s lies.
One with oneness, we hear love’s chime,
heartbeat of God, a sublime rhyme,
a golden globe, in which we merge,
that higher peaks we may then climb.
LOST AND UNRECOGNIZABLE, LOOKING LIKE THE WORST ABSTRACT ART, THROWN TOGETHER ACCIDENTALLY
THROWN ASIDE LIKE AN OLD CAR TAKEN TO A JUNKYARD TO BE CRUSHED AND SHREDDED
DETERIORATING LIKE AN OLD HOLLOW TREE ROTTING AWAY IN A DEEP FOREST
ISOLATED LIKE A THOUSAND-YEAR-OLD GLACIER IN THE ARCTIC. FROZEN SOLID BY LAYERS AND LAYERS OF DISAPPOINTMENT, AGONY, AND SELF-DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR
EMOTIONALLY STRANDED IN A REMOTE PART OF THE WORLD ALONE AND LIVING IN DARKNESS FOR 21 HOURS A DAY
A-s
N-ame
N-icely
A-pplies
L-ove
Y-ou
N-eed
©bfa041425
Monocrostic (Birthday of Annalyn Javier)
No mess is fantastic
Lack of respect leads to war
War is horrific, evil and poor
Racism is not chic
Modern slavery is painful
Hate is awful, hurtful and plentiful
There is no justice
They don’t really want peace
Hypocrisy is ubiquitous
Supremacy is senseless
Discrimination is tasteless
Their audacity is obvious
Corruption is rampant
And the economy decadent
This is absolute chaos
The whole thing is a mess
Less than nothing: worthless
Death shall come. Alas
At last to change the formula
That’s karma
Nothing is eternal
Power is ephemeral
Tomorrow is a song
Belonging to no one
I know I’m not wrong
I am addressing everyone
I am talking to the crowd
Without being too loud
Long live Respect and Peace!
Long live Love and Justice!
Copyright © March 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
For so many years now
There are so many things
I've been longing for
A yearning desire
Very unquenchable
Salivating for liberation
Steadily craving for absolute freedom.
I've been aching
For unconditional love
Eagerly and restlessly
Pining and suffering
For absolute happiness
Hopefully attainable someday.
Hope realized leads
To peace internalized
I'm longing for the impossible
I want to do whatever none had
Things beyond the imagination of men
A fantasy of ecstasy in the struggle
I am longing for heaven here on earth.
Blooming and glowing
The garden fresh and ripe
A place or state of abundance
Never to lack or want
Greener pasture
All keep praying and thriving for.
A place without worries
A place of absolute harmony
Absolute pleasure without pressure
Better than where all was
Greener pasture all keep desiring.
Absolute peace
The vibes everyone vibrates to
Greener pasture
The destination
Everyone keep praying and thriving for.
Absolute Minimum
f has an absolute minimum
at x=a if f(a) < f(x)
for all x in the domain of f
the y value f(a) is the
absolute value of f
I have absolutely no clue
what all this means
because math is not in my genes
Artificial blooms cause delight!
Exquisite freesias, geraniums, hellebores
Iris, jasmine, kaffir lilies.
My neighbour Oscar
plants quirky realistic stems.
Transplanting unkempt verges
with xanthic yellow zinnias.
"The greatest lie in the world is told touching the holy scriptures in court.
And the truest of all is said by drinking the wine in the bar."
- Mirza Ghalib
The universe is mine, I belong to this universe
I am cherished in the true bar of natural love
I am rude without myself but a true fanatic with me
I never went to religious people to learn myself
I didn't want to touch the scriptures, I didn't want to learn by imitation
I did not look for a different partner except the true self
Existing within me is I- an absolute self
I am a drunkard partner in my truth with the drink of absolute self-wine
Don’t want to be a hypocrite shield by being a part of the scriptures' sign
©Mahtab Bangalee
29th December, 2024
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