Logo of universal introspection
Poetry by a correspondent mind.
Poems

Advent Consciousness

Act 1

Scene 1 [Inside Inside]

Up
Right
Up right.
Up up right
Down right right
Right down up
Goddamn,
not again.
Up right.
Too right.
Just down right,
Not good.

“Ooooh.” “Oooh.” “Ooh!”
All I can do is lack their magic,
All I can do is make a sound.
“Ooh!” “Ooooh.” “Ooh!”
A sound of only one syllabance,
No emotion,
No feeling,
No meaning to sense.

I’m a man.
I answer back,
I show face.
I can beat their agenda.
Answer back like an ape.

These voices are controlling,
They seem demanding and more,
I wish I could tell them to leave out that door.
To vibrate at this level,
Is to consume,
All that is out there,
Including the doom.

All thought,
All sense,
All awareness,
Astute.
There’s nothing they can do, but continue to hoot.

Scene 2 [Inside outside]

All of a sudden,
They’re removed.
They’ve shut up,
And they’re shunned.
I’m on top of the World here.
If you pardon the pun.

Not a care,
Not a thought,
No awareness.
Samadhi.
Not even did I get here?
Nor where am I?
Or body.

I was soaking it in.
The sun, and the breeze.
Life was so great,
Oh!
Such an ease.

It was simple.
Slow.
Relaxing.
And peaceful
Looking at rivers,
Valleys,
And leaves fall.

This was the life.
A complete state of nature,
I’m not even Man.
I was only a creature.

Solo.
Alone.
Community none.
No communion.
No tools.
No thinking, or skills.
There was no thing to do,
But watch,
Look,
Aware.
Minding the outside,
Move,
Sit,
And stare.

Scene 3 [From above]

A landing,
An anchorage,
Right on my face.
That right side again,
It was a burdened embrace.
A heavy,
A weight.
I could tell this was fate.
And all of a sudden,
“What is this?” – Primate.

A tickle.
A brush.
A delicate left.
Soft,
Smooth,
And fine,
Something told me,
“It’s mine.”

With divided attention distracting my mind,
I witnessed creation.
Outright divine.

Scene 4 [From within]

A buzz in my head,
Blackness to white.
The duality of difference,
A left and a right.
An awareness of contrast,
Between this load and this light.
An annoyance.
A comfort.
Creating new sight.

It came from above,
To down here below.
My forehead behind,
Started to glow.

I notice this urge,
An encompassing sun.
A formation of new.
An overpowering third.
(Energy in my head,
As I witness to be.
This unforeseen realisation.
Oh wow! I am me!)

It was glorious.
Amazing.
Awe inspiringly great.
I re-open my eyes,
And got out of that state.

Back in this realm,
I shook off the haze,
In control of my helm.
And out of the craze.

Act 2

Scene 1 [Outside inside]

Redacted