Feeling bliss this time would come
Bliss arrived when I did see
This when awakened shall I feel
Time I shall be ever free
Would did I ever feel today
Come see feel free today always
Today, Semaphore (Sam) shows us the clever Square Poem at FormForAll with an example by Lewis Carroll: http://dversepoets.com/2012/06/28/form-for-all-square-poems/
Mine reads both horizontally and in columns…well it’s supposed to make sense if you do it this way! It hurt my brain but it was fun.
Posted by Bodhirose on June 28, 2012
I have the freedom to come and go,
out that window or through that door.
My third eye sees through each one,
portals of consciousness clear and bright.
This window stays open, my saving grace,
in-flowing awareness expands me higher.
When gazing through, I see the world
in all its glory–all illusions gone.
Vision surrounds in radiance,
aura protecting all within its space.
Focused breathing turns me inward,
prana permeates and increases bliss.
Seven chakras can be entered
pinpointing energy to make them spin.
Utilize all windows to support your growth,
a gift that’s bestowed upon us all.
My entry for Poets United, The Thursday Think Tank # 65- Windows: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/thursday-think-tank-65-windows.html
My entry for dVerse Poets, Thursday Open Link Night: http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/20/openlinknight-week-10/#respond
Posted by Bodhirose on September 8, 2011
Channeling life force
Transcend beyond the chakras
Find eternal bliss
Day Twenty-One of Haiku Challenge: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on February 20, 2011
Here are photos of my cat, Sita. She is 13 years old now and in excellent health. My daughter adopted her when she was an infant kitty. She was very happy living with us in a small apartment that had an enclosed courtyard around it. We would let her out to play in the courtyard where she would occasionally capture a lizard that was one of her favorite tasty morsels. If we ever happened to glance out there and see her with the tell-tale “grimace” that alerted us to the fact that she had captured one in her mouth, we would run out there and make her let it go. She hated that and would run from us. We couldn’t bear the fact that she was killing the lizards–she could care less. After all she’s a cat–what were we thinking?!
My daughter made the huge mistake of thinking Sita needed a playmate and adopted a male kitten she named Rumi, after the Sufi poet. Sita thought this was a horrible idea and never would warm up to her new “brother”. It was a disaster. Sita had to deal with him in “her space” for several years before my daughter moved away and decided that to take two cats who hated each other would not be the greatest idea. So we gladly took her in and she has been happily living with Tom and me for several years now. She is so much happier being an “only kitty”!
She’s very affectionate and loves to get into my lap for a snooze or a cuddle. Her “Dad” gives her a good brushing everyday which she loves. And will wait patiently for him outside his bathroom door to finish with his shower in the mornings for him to administer the anticipated brushing.
She has a little stool that she gets on throughout the day and night to check out the front of the house. Usually that’s where she’ll spot an intruding cat and if they approach too closely to her window seat–all hell will break loose with full-fledged puffed up, bristled fur, accompanied by loud caterwauling! Thank you, Sita, for alarming the household of the danger lurking outside!
She has a “paper patch” and a catnip patch that she loves to roll around in and play. The paper patch consists of discarded, multi-colored tissue paper (the kind that comes in a gift package). She loves to lie in it and pretend there are “things” hiding within its “crinkly” crevices and attack them. She is very good at “disemboweling” these imagined tissue critters. Her catnip patch is right next to her paper patch. This is where she will receive her pinch of “nip” and scratch at it vigorously before flipping on her back while she then lazily lolls in her “purple haze” of bliss.
Posted by Bodhirose on September 8, 2010