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~The Pilgrim
who are thou, stranger..
(marching steadfast
in the front, with some
known crowd.. & with yet
another stranger as me.. )
never (re)turning
back…
still, I follow
you… as you
accompany me
without any
l I n k s
yes, the link, that
once lay all over
now, doesn’t~ does
it? exists anywhere...
amongst these many tiny scurrying
jigsaw brokeness of an archipelago
afloat aloud in a stricken quietude...
in quite an unsaid Van der Waals~ forcing
intimacy.. yet their stigmatic unsticking
f(r)ictionally grimacing in-betweens
drifts in One relentless semantic flow
towards The Elusive Everest Peak in mantric chants
of the aum~ hum vowel~ ling basicity breaths
as thought trains chugging incessantly
through the sacred elevated Tibetean terrains
alongside the sonorous spinning prayer wheels
of ageless monasteries’ tender tuning in flowy
fingers... of the blood maroon & turmeric
yellow ~clad silent meditating monks…
leading us... unto until the
Summit… a burst of intense fireball
dawning red sunlight bleed these lotusy
eyeballs.. in an awakening revelation
of an intermeshing web of merging
dreamery to this Absolute Truth…
through this first fimble crop of hazy
morning memories weaving a sturdy
bridging tightrope in search of the
aligning destiny that treads through
its forming self.. in births & deaths
(in the rugged pathways above over
the atrociously simmering vaporous
hot & high- the exorbitantly saltish
sinful Dead seas of the illusory lives
running in as undissolving imageries)
wholly to the sedimental breakdown
liberation to the holy nothing~ nowhere
Published 24th Oct 2020
Author's Note
#88 #ERULGCT Robonoid xx
A lil scribble as is raw & undisturbed... from the depths of dreams & dawns & memories & nowness.... blooms this One Beautiful Feltness of Us Of Love .. in an Uneding Liberating Journey . You Know. Love You & Du xx
Pic: Web. Ever a fascination are the elemental metallic purity .. in all its sonorous ringing Truths..
A lil scribble as is raw & undisturbed... from the depths of dreams & dawns & memories & nowness.... blooms this One Beautiful Feltness of Us Of Love .. in an Uneding Liberating Journey . You Know. Love You & Du xx
Pic: Web. Ever a fascination are the elemental metallic purity .. in all its sonorous ringing Truths..
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24th Oct 2020 7:28pm
Anonymous
24th Oct 2020 9:59pm
Wow, this is amazing.
24th Oct 2020 10:27pm
Your poems are always so rich and satisfying; a full meal with all the fixings. Beautiful, Uma 💜.
Anonymous
24th Oct 2020 10:57pm
a scold, a dripping wet cloth cooling the brow with painting and music and mosaic dancing between
this first fimble crop of hazy
morning memories weaving a sturdy
bridging tightrope in search of the
aligning destiny that treads through
its forming self..
these knots in the tapestry, some/any faith in mistakes and their transparency , we train and leave the worms of our lives to wonder.
sun scorching beauty never ever leaves
this first fimble crop of hazy
morning memories weaving a sturdy
bridging tightrope in search of the
aligning destiny that treads through
its forming self..
these knots in the tapestry, some/any faith in mistakes and their transparency , we train and leave the worms of our lives to wonder.
sun scorching beauty never ever leaves
25th Oct 2020 1:08am
25th Oct 2020 10:11am
I feel like I just went on one of those Travel Channel expeditions into the unknown with Josh Gates. Usually he gets there in a shitty rental car. This was more of a magic carpet ride.
25th Oct 2020 4:12pm
This entire offering is no less than Spiritually clad in genuine devotion; however, this stanza here. . .
as thought trains chugging incessantly
through the sacred elevated Tibetean terrains
alongside the sonorous spinning prayer wheels
of ageless monasteries’ tender tuning in flowy
fingers... of the blood maroon & turmeric
yellow ~clad silent meditating monks…
That stanza is absolutely divine in both imagery and essence. I was literally there.
Much love to you my Sweet Friend.
xo
as thought trains chugging incessantly
through the sacred elevated Tibetean terrains
alongside the sonorous spinning prayer wheels
of ageless monasteries’ tender tuning in flowy
fingers... of the blood maroon & turmeric
yellow ~clad silent meditating monks…
That stanza is absolutely divine in both imagery and essence. I was literally there.
Much love to you my Sweet Friend.
xo
25th Oct 2020 9:41pm
Om mani padme um...a poem to be read aloud at my sky funeral...just sublime, uma.
🙏 Harry
🙏 Harry
Anonymous
26th Oct 2020 7:50pm
There was me thinking Van der Waals was a Dutch footballer! I will let the lustre of the above comments shine as my own reflections on your words. Love me xx
