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Friday, September 18, 2015

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Out of nowhere, a shrill current zaps a sepia inflicted Today that's stopped in silence,
Causing a subtle flash of awakening
That feels like a glitch that slipped through suspended Eternity.

A moment is born in this hostile Stillness,
As if Time were resuscitated temporarily.

All imprints that were gathered along the expanding axis of Forever glow forth
And Revelation reigns in the short lifetime of that tiny moment.
All the spectral edges come alive together to die with the moment,
Converging at a sudden point of clear whiteness,
Leaving behind an evanescent Quiver
That finds preservation in the silent Stillness that takes over again
Like the memory of one summer evening
Frozen in the blank stare of a last winter.

But in that flickering instant Eternity breathes,
Even if just a stillborn breath
And somewhere a lone Lotus bud blooms bright
In a black pool of sleeping senses.
Dawn seeps through slightly along a distant rim
Forming an elusive horizon,
And Darkness knows in its tarred heart,
It will forever be a defeated tyrant who never loses a battle.

10 comments:

  1. What an interesting contrast in that last couple lines,
    the defeated tyrant - but never losing. Because we give it over
    because it is so much easier than actually believing we
    are more than conquerors. Solid write.I like the internal
    rhyme you got going on.

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    1. I don't see a clear boundary between losing and winning. For me it's all about perspective. I feel the craving to win or the fear of losing will be found baseless after careful evaluation. But probably enough evaluation can do that to anything. I'm just a fool who can't keep his blabbering under check. :P
      That's why i have even greater appreciation for your kind comments. Thank you so much :)

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    2. I think you have to put it into perspective. What will winning actually accomplish - a momentary thrill but then comes the work of change if you really want it to. Reality is elastic and will snap back without constant effort to affect change.

      Blabber on. ha.

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  2. There are some great lines and images in this

    "hostile stillness" "tarred heart" I love that because it implies a stickiness as if the darkness can attach itself to your steps. This gave me the sense of being in the universe, it had an illusive, subliminal, dream like essence. It reads like enlightenment, the journey from mara to the inner peace of the Bodhisattva

    mindlovemisery

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  3. And Darkness knows in its tarred heart,
    It will forever be a defeated tyrant who never loses a battle...

    I loved the way you closed. Its the close, yet something within tells me, there's so much more to it...

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  4. And thanks for the lovely verse u posted on my blog. It spoke so much in so little. And, I found it so much more beautiful than the post itself.:) keep talking

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    1. You're just selling yourself short here...but you won't fool anybody, but thanks anyways :)

      And it was a pleasure reading you...you write really really well, i'm looking forward to reading a lot more of you.. :)

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  5. And thanks for the lovely verse u posted on my blog. It spoke so much in so little. And, I found it so much more beautiful than the post itself.:) keep talking

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  6. And Darkness knows in its tarred heart,
    It will forever be a defeated tyrant who never loses a battle...

    I loved the way you closed. Its the close, yet something within tells me, there's so much more to it...

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