BLISS

                         The visionary ecstasy of bliss

                          Seems like Good Orderly Direction’s kiss

                          Upon my brow, enlightening my mind

                          On how the holy Cosmos is designed

                          To manifest in physicality

                          The subtle aspects of reality.

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THE AKASHA

for Ervin Laszlo

                    I am assured, by those who’ve grown wise,
                    That all that is will never cease to be
                     (Despite what custom leads us to surmise)
                     But in a Field resides eternally.
                     What now seems disparate and out of touch
                     Remains always in this Akashic realm,
                     And such awareness rescues us from much
                     Torment that otherwise would overwhelm
                      Our equanimity and cause despair,
                      Since now we know what is will ever stay
                      Available for humankind’s welfare,
                      And Heaven’s where our souls forever play.
                           Akashic consciousness reveals how we
                           Can live with God in blissful ecstasy.

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EUPHONY

                    The birds of morning greet the glints of dawn
                     By piping orisons into the skies,
                     As squirrels begin to scamper on the lawn,
                    And soon the frolicking of butterflies
                    Will signal that the blooms of early spring
                    Are blossoming, exultant, bright and gay,
                    Up-lifted by the orisons they sing,
                    A balm to winter’s torpor and dismay—                    
                    Likewise, my heart is light and I must sing
                    A sonnet that shall celebrate all this
                    Uplifting of our spirits to new heights,
                    Even to the pinnacle of bliss,
                        Exultant in this grand, ecstatic trance
                        That blithely stirs my rising soul to dance.

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GYMNASTIC VERSE

                    My highest calling now is to create,
                   To exercise my art in poetry,  
                   By sitting as I do to contemplate
                   How meter, matter, sound and sense agree
                   While I depict the subjects on my mind
                   Discovering, as way leads on to way,
                   How novel artifacts may be designed
                   That sense and sensibility display.
                   Without the challenge of this daunting form,
                   I’d not be prompted to discoveries;
                   Such provocations set ideas a-swarm,
                   Which is one of life’s happy mysteries.
                        A couplet here will make this poem complete,
                        This tumbling gymnast landing on his feet.

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OPAQUE

                               With little insight or capacity
                               For thought, much less sagacity,
                               He stumbled on in his audacity,
                                Clueless still of his opacity,

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TWEET!

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ANNIVERSARY

3 APRIL 2017

                    This day, each year, recalls the happiest time
                    That ever I have known in all my life,
                    A day when chapel bells began to chime
                    Proclaiming we were joined as man and wife—
                    Now thirty-five years since, and we’ve come far
                    And traveled happily along our course,
                    While led always by heaven’s brightest star.
                     The Love we learned from our immortal Source,
                     And even though my health is not the best,
                     My hopes are high we’ll be together long
                     And always celebrate how we’ve been blessed,
                     Which is the purpose of this annual song:
                         You are my dearest Dear, and may I be
                         The same to you throughout eternity.
 

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HUMAN POTENTIAL

                 What will we in a hundred years have done
                 Advancing still our human enterprise
                 As, spider-like, from sapience we’ve spun
                 A web that proves we have at last grown wise,
                 Transcending those inanities that now
                 Portend our imminent catastrophe
                 But then a better prospect shall allow,
                 Fulfilling our potentiality?
                 Contention then shall yield to compromise,
                 All parties striving for each other’s good
                 For only then may our race realize
                 The transcendental benefits it should
                      When humankind is properly aligned
                      With that intent for which we’ve been designed.   

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