Haibun
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With senses externalised - each aspect of life narrowly sized - we strive and struggle - hoping for a miracle - roaming the earth - devoid of mirth - fears of future and regrets of past - leaving us aghast Swing polarity By our choice voluntary Clear light dawns within *** |
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In as far as could gather, Haibun is a combination of prose or free verse of sorts, which we can tweak a bit, being rebellious by nature, followed by a Haiku, directly or subtly related to the text. As a rule breaker Appreciate harmony Paradox of sorts *** |
Sound of silence
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We used to meet daily at the bus stop. I would nod and he would smile in acknowledgment. I grew accustomed to the warm connect, which enlivened my being. One day, my nod was not returned. I took it as a rebuff and thereafter turned by back on him. He seemed unmoved. Later, I learnt that his eyesight had dimmed. Kill a mockingbird An act of brutality Cannot rewind time *** |
Trout fishing
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I go trout fishing for the first time, carrying a small water pail. As advised by the expert, I sit on a midstream boulder and throw in the bait. First time lucky, a rainbow trout at the water seam is caught and drawn into my hands. I place it in the water pail, releasing the hook with care. Before I can throw in the line again, I see another trout rise to the surface. This is unusual. It comes towards me and pauses, in easy reach of my hands. There is a pregnant silence between us. I blink first, releasing the trout I had caught. Both greet each other, as would lovers. Without further ado, they swim away. My guide asks me with a smile, ‘so that’s why you brought the pail?’ We exchange a conspiratorial smile. We oppose not thought If it be in resonance With the glowing heart *** |
Divine grace
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Oft as we sit in silence & stillness, being an ever present orientation, attention poised and yet unexpectant, with both thoughts as well as memory imagery induced anticipation rested, we cognise the soma nectar moving through unknown energy pathways, akin to the movement of an ant, bringing to life dormant nodes, awakening them from their age old slumber, whereupon as a collective whole, a divine magnetic symphony teleports our consciousness into ineffable rapture of ecstatic bliss exploding within in unending renewal. Words fail us. Soma nectar drips Enlivening mind-body Ecstasy unbound *** |
Night sounds of the thrush
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In the still of the night the orange headed ground thrush perched on a tree outside, calls out in earnest beseeching his mate to join him in intimate embrace. A perfect interruption as a wake up call suitably timed for meditation! As though by telepathy, the thrush calms down to only occasionally resume its melody in subdued tones, nudging us deeper inwards. As observer & observed thus invisibly tango, attention distilled with the purity of agendaless resonance with the soundless throb of divine magnetism filtered by the heavenly moonlight, the perfume of divinity osmotically percolates into each pore of form. We vaporise! Still not the stillness Let now stillness still our being As bliss vivifying *** |
Moment of decision
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A cobra pair glides through the forest. The drought has virtually extinguished all available food sources. The male is strong and on his own he may yet make it across the treacherous terrain ahead but his pregnant mate cannot. He weighs the options and they confer in silence. A decision is made. They plunge into rhythmic gyrations of their final dance together in the flickering moonlight contoured by swaying foliage, scented by the elixirous fragrance of jasmines. The male then closes his eyes entering Samadhi before he is devoured by the female. His seeds within her hold promise of new life. At cross roads of choice We follow voice of conscience Pulse of love divine *** |
The hall of mirrors
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As the singular life pulse vivifies form, the manifested entity thus energised strangely questions not how it’s heart beats even as it is being breathed automatically, with enablements of cognition and thought immersed in a myriad of illusions, each life pulse prompting its resident awareness within to integrate touch by harmonising and rotating polarities endowed in a seamless unbroken continuum of celebration fructified as transcendental bliss within the spacial heart. We as reflection Search Self everywhere in vain Within the bubble *** |
Frankenstein
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Habituated to nurture, reinforce and expand endowments related to mind-body, being focused therein in the deluded belief that that is all there is to his existence, his roving eye seeking out potential targets for carnal pleasure, capturing them in his imagination, taking them by force and then discarding with nary a trace of remorse, the voice of conscience cautions him against this indulgence and so listening to it, his hand is stayed but the thought having already been shot out like an arrow piercing space requires resolution of the affirmation already made, thus manifesting an apparition which if fed, consumes its own creator. Lustful eye stalking Causing a ripple in space Demons manifest *** |
Vishuddha
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Connector & communicator, between the material and the ethereal, Vishuddha is the enigma, activated simply by resting lower mind leaving vicarious knowing behind, intuition in continuation, employing resonation to imbibe chosen vibration, free of limitations that bind entwining us with Universal mind, it enables us to be free in our moment to moment entrée. Jugular notch bright As part of collective whole Rainbow in full view *** |
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