As
we drift
from focus
to the trance state,
witness consciousness
which we may call the Self,
always poised in the vast void,
remans detached yet cognisant
of all the comings and goings here,
in but not of each thought and sensation.
No doubt the gunas three twirl us around
but by resting in time dissolved calm,
light of Self becomes manifest
through tranquil meditation
as softened attention
erases space-time,
our eye single,
commingles
with God’s
light.
COMINGS AND GOINGS IN
THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES
In all life’s seasons,
Each day has its three
To be: yesterday, today,
And its tomorrow:-
Today was yesterday’s
Tomorrow, and will become
Tomorrow’s yesterday,
Which will become a today:-
No matter the day or
The season, give God the praise
For today, which was yesterday’s
Prayed for tomorrow:-
Thus, be the blessed days
That are bestowed upon us
In travelling and overcoming
Life’s trials and tribulations:-
I told the nurse
I swallowed a snake.
He charted: religious mania.
But I felt her—
three and a half turns
sleeping
just south of the back
of my clavicle.
I called her Vera
then,
full breath
pried me open.
Fire-rising,
slithering:
it was gospel
sliding
down my vertebrae—
a ladder
Jacob had forgotten—
yea and behold though
we came
back for it.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
Or crying.
Or saying
I saw light in the colorless
rooms
outside
understanding.
When I explained, again,
how god comes
in my root,
propels
herself through
my expanded
throat
chakra,
they were furious—
branded me
inpatient,
wrapped my wrists,
ordered more
Thorazine.
They don’t let me
sit cross-legged,
say my mantra
disturbs
the others.
Just between
you and me
this energy wall
crumbling, this crux
of second comings,
this fifth horseman—
is a woman re-forming
initiation:
an apocalypse
finally
worth the animal
salt-sweat
hump
it took to get it
going.
His beefy heartiness is a cheerful note,
but one that cannot be sustained for too long,
the one he greets
is pummeled into a certain shape
by his concrete perception.
He squirrels you away behind
his blindfolded mind.
What he sees as you
is not the person you are, and so
you are forced to live among the squirrels,
made to peer at his comings and goings
from a secret dray in your head,
until his blustering hullabaloo
is quite done for the day.
Then you can playfully throw
invisible nuts
at his calcified brain.
When my travels are over
And I finished my last mile
Don't remember my frown
Just remember my smile
Forget harsh words I uttered
Remember the good I've done
Forget any heartache I caused
Just remember all our fun
Forget all my short comings
When I fell by the wayside
Not every battle can be won
But remember I truly tried
Forget to grieve my passing
I don't want you to be sad
Instead remember all our fun
And the good times we had
When the sun finally sets
On that of our last day
I only want you to remember
These last words that I say
There is no amount of tears
That you could ever cry
That will ever ease the pain
Of saying our final goodbye
Echo of distant cries,
quadruped steps deepening into dusk—
wind folding the earth’s breath.
Craftsman of the spider web,
seas of lightning possessing the sky.
Guardian of the other side,
conceiver of comings and goings,
I will meet you soon—
after the waning of many moons,
God-willing—I will meet you soon!
Til then
you will wait—
til the fateful rain washes the earth,
til the sky weeps every secret.
You will wait
as the mountain lion sleeplessly
soaks up the storms to
keep her last babe dry.
as the silent witness
to all comings and goings
vibrancy in staid nonchalance
epitomises our orientation
in mode embrace and release
with attention fixated within
in reverberations of bliss
enabling consciousness shift
from duality to singularity
at will thus breath by breath
in a time dissolved continuum
Trapped in a
ditch
on the highway
of life
Comings
were going
all motion
had gone
Till fates
saving whisper
in the ear
of tomorrow
Granted me
traction
in search
— of the dawn
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
I hate the fact that it took me ages
More so, that you are receiving in absentia
Please forgive my untimely timing
A vivid portrayal of my short-comings
With regrets, here i kneel
Face tilted towards the earth
Eyes dilated with tears, the pain, i can't conceal
Searching for closure, for the heart to heal
Receive my heartfelt gift
bearing gratitude and unfathomable love
These red roses and tulips, are a symbol of pure and infinite love which defined your heart
The Anthurium flower, portrays the abundance of your good deeds and the hospitable nature of your character
Decorated in white and yellow, is the Daisy flower, signifying purity and happiness you shared selflessly.
In golden yellow, is the sunflower, an illustration of your endurance and faithfulness
Placed towards your head, are iris flowers, a manifestation of faith, wisdom and hope, building blocks of a wise counsellor
your surroundings, beautified with orchid flowers, showcasing the beauty and perfection of your nature
Fixated on my chest, hydrangea flowers, providing support and a soothing aura of comfort
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Inner Wisdom
We need not attend outward images only;
a recessed feeling of joy may do,
viewing subtler yellows of sunflower petals.
We need not shackle ourselves to metals.
Cold hard steel, rusty cobalt blue,
chain outward senses from inner glory.
We are made to live more than the physical story.
We need to address inner feelings askew.
Their comings and goings fulfill some of us too.
Eve of fall
denuding of trees
No longer lush whispers heard through the leaves
A low pitched moan a creak here and there
In warning to all listening
to heed and beware
The salad days behind us
and winters hounds approach
Ravenously looking for remnants of life to poach
The air increasingly
bearing a sting in the fog of new day
the fickle sun wears a ring
Announcing its departure
Rushing to its betrothed
On the other side of the world in silver arraignment clothed
The trees declaring without fail
Some years more vibrant than last
The comings and the goings that happen much too fast
Caught up in lifes bounty unable to see
that summer would end we couldn't believe
we'd witness its death and solemnly grieve
Pulling tight our woolen wear
to the inner rooms we go
to pray once more for early spring and awaite the sleet and snow
My suit of self-loathing no longer fits
The mirror of compassion tells me so
Years of bad-intentions held back growth
After a time, the length of my sleeves bind
I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized
These angry pants are fit for a small child
How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists
How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket
Like it or not, the right suit still waits
No one other than I can disrobe loathing
The best cloak is the one from the womb
It takes skill to unstitch a childish blazer
It takes care to unhem pants outgrown
It takes love to go out in my birthday suit
Let tatters of anxiety fall down the chute
Self-loathing keeps me from disrobing
But, I’m not ready to shed my suit yet
The manly scissors that cuts are too heavy
After self-loathing is bare understanding
Forgive the man unstitching childishness
Let go of short-comings without clinging
Take the macho suit off the rack with care
Try on that fitted suit made for just me
Wear it till love fills the over-sized space
Take it all off till nakedness feels nice
Matthew 24:18
"Whoever is in the field must not turn back to get his cloak."
Blossoming flowers that grow in the thicket of time
Valentine cards carefully written growing ageless with time
In loving care with the moon,
a glowing cupid darts about with spriteful aim
shooting gold tip arrows full of magic
targeting Valentine souls of the world,
when they are hit, they don't stand a chance!
Sweet chocolate candies and black bow ties
grins that say, I loved you from the very start
Forever your heart holds the key
in this sweet aftertaste there is never any haste
when it comes to love, take your time !
The comings and goings of passion need simmer,
for its only through long lasting bonds
that they glimmer and shine !
Be still and know that I am who I am
and I know the comings and the goings of your heart
Behold the scepter and embrace the light within you
I am the fire that stokes your emotions and if you allow me
I can calm your worse storms and ease your tears
Believe in the gateway of heaven
all that you want shall be yours if you only trust me
Dive into the moment as if it were your inner sanctum
for tomorrow I will bless you with all that I am and more
I am the gateway of Faith at your door
Be still and know that I am who I am,
Your God,
Each morning she goes to the cafe
Arrives 10am on the dot
Orders the same every morning
Lemon slice and English Breakfast in a pot
The staff are friendly and greet her by name
They all know the lovely old dear
She has been going there every day
Each morning for the past four years
She loves watching the comings and goings
Of the vibrant bustling cafe
Occasionally exchanging pleasantries
With other regulars she sees each day
She lost her husband five years ago
Kindred spirits married forever and a day
Her children now lived far and wide
Visit when they can get away
She always stays at the cafe for an hour
Before she wanders slowly home
To a her empty house full of memories
Silently awaiting tomorrow morning …all alone!
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