COSMIC BLINKING
Moving,
Blinking the moon,
Bold shaped clouds
Drifting by:-
Likewise,
A flock of geese
Silhouette the sky;
Their flapping wings,
Waving goodbye:
My blinking eyes,
Release goodbye
Mirroring tears
Of keloid memories
Of you and me
As a shooting star
Departed the sky:-
The heavens break in rivers lit by flame,
the scattered stars bow low, their crowns of shame.
Beneath their weight the trembling earth is torn,
and voices vanish where younger dreams were born.
The oceans burn their silver currents lost,
dark smoke lifts to wrap the sky in frost.
A rider moves across the night in red
while whispers lift among the countless dead.
Mothers defend their sons with quivering hands
as iron footsteps mark the broken lands.
The seer cried out but none would heed their song.
a shadowed reign had gripped the earth too long.
Amid the ruins, one faint spark remains
a gentle light that bear all the chains.
Though heavens vanish and every fate derides,
the human heart keeps burning through the tides.
“Meditation on) Pranava, the divine sound of Aum, is the only way to Brahman (Spirit), salvation.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
The root mantra that pervades the universe,
is the gong of Om, the cosmic vibration,
within which if our attention we immerse,
we enter the vibrant void of cessation,
imbibing God’s grace with no need to rehearse,
attuned to the cosmic reverberation.
In time Om becomes our inner sound current,
commingled with throb of bliss beats recurrent.
There is a cosmic reason
we’ll find greatness in every little detail
~ the universe in constant evolution
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
OF COSMIC TERRESTRIAL HUMANITY
We were born
Creatures of love,
And for a while
We remained so;
Unaware of knowing
And learning
Anything else:-
Then, as if
By a human-like
Summer solstice,
We tilted
Towards becoming
Creatures of hate:-
Now, we find ourselves,
Being confused, vacillating
Creatures of life, caught
In human-like equinoxes
Of love and hate,
On the terrestrial equator
Of human suffering:
Caught between earthly
Jaws of justice and injustice:-
Here, in the cosmic
Terrestrial nature
Of our humanity,
So much is taught
And learned
In our life’s seasons,
As we bloom and grow
From the womb to the tomb:-
The whole Cosmos delights in night dreaming,
Where Sun and Moon entwine in astral projection.
The Cosmos listens to the sky's calling,
Knowing we're part of this great connection.
The forest presents green variety,
For which Moonlight holds great reverence.
Each tree and leaf beckons true piety
As Sunlight shows its high benevolence.
Have you ever felt the Blue Moon's grace,
Or lain beneath the entranced Full Moon?
The sky smiles with Moonlight's magical face,
Shining through the soft trees aligned and tuned.
Healing oneself in nature's vast kingdom
Is to restore the self to wholesomeness.
Cosmically
Orgasmic,
Sensuality
Mystically
Inspiring
Cuddling,
Alluring
Lover
Loving you.
Stirred by Cosmic winds,
The Druid descends from stars.
From Nature he flows
Skyward and free,
Soaring blissfully
In elemental harmony
May your day resonate with the beauty
of life's poetry.
May the Sun and Moon illuminate your journey.
May you walk confidently on your chosen path.
And know you're my ecosystem of joy!
My soul awakens
The mist of cosmic travel
Boundless mighty breath.
Cyberspace, my blue astral projector
I'm not seeking new friends to entertain
I dwell in a big celestial sector
Cradled in great cool mists and northern rain.
Yet, from funny dark galaxies above
Comes bright celestial advice, kind and wise.
The Oak Grove beckons those whom nature loves
To stretch their wings where faery nature flies.
A faery soars through Cosmos, fierce and free.
No longer bound by bedridden routine.
I journeyed back through past pink memories
And glimpsed my magic future, wide and keen.
A verdant woman, celestial and high,
Candle visions that light the morning sky.
Across the way, I can replay
Scenes from the past, like a wandering day
Of hope and tenderness on the blue bus
Among riders, hurried but generous.
As such stars passed through Montana, eyes stared,
With nice young men, jobless, steeped in despair,
Yet, still the road offered joy and surprises,
Bright beaches beneath friendly sunrises.
Felt like an odyssey beaming with light,
And together we basked in shared delight.
An Indigenous man offered his lore
Of fertile wild land and truths we'd ignored.
There was such shared hope interspersed with pain,
Each mile a drumbeat, each gain our domain.
A Mid-Summer Cosmic Awareness Cry
The blue sky’s white clouds, once happy, became weary;
Tears flowed slowly down until a blinking loud outburst occurred:-
Following this occurrence, cloud teardrops began to fall faster;
And later, it was like those clouds’ eyes became turned facets:-
After a while, these flowing tears gradually came to a dampening halt;
Light blue sky, white clouds, and a brighter sun, all made their return:-
Wow! On this beautiful summer day, nature canvassed a streaming
Equally as beautiful as were the past days of the revered spring rains.
Such amazing awareness it is, how nature canvases the oneness
Of summer and spring’s allegorical messaging of resurrection.
Stars spangle this verse,
Fabric-love's universe,
Love so unilateral,
Dude still loves this gal,
Magic continues for us,
Flickers, love needs no fuss,
We're abstracts, we rhyme,
Cosmic lovebirds for all time....
Souls, upon their departure, merge with the cosmic rays, my mother’s tale.
May 19, 2025.
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