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A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
Of such a little Dog am I
Reminded by a Boy

Who gambols all the living Day
Without an earthly cause
Because he is a little Boy
I honestly suppose—

The Cat that in the Corner dwells
Her martial Day forgot
The Mouse but a Tradition now
Of her desireless Lot

Another class remind me
Who neither please nor play
But not to make a “bit of noise”
Beseech each little Boy—

I am your surrogate.
Your surrogate boyfriend
Your surrogate lover
Your surrogate friend.
I'm a stand in.
I'm a waiting room
Before your appointment.
I'm your emotional pick me up
Your needed ego boost.
Close when you want me to be
Far away when you choose.
I am opinionless
I am desireless
I'll fulfill what you need me to
I'll plug the holes
But I'll never make you whole.
I am temporary depression distraction
I am generous
My fingertips will go where you want
When you want
My skin is cold.
I'll be your companion
Until you don't want me around
I'll be thankful for your pity invites.
I'll hide my pain, so I can take yours.
I'll be lonely so that you don't have to be.
Am I time well spent?
When you're with me,
Do you think of where you'd rather be?
Or who you'd rather be with?
I am your surrogate
Your emotion crutch
I'll care so that you don't have to.
Why don't you care?
I'll shown concern and interest
So that you won't have to.
I'll be here for you
So that you don't have to be for me.
I'll give you my heart
So you can keep yours hidden.

Rain, Rain
Rain lust again
Brings out the desires
Of wet drops
Slithering down the spine
Touching the crevices
Of passion

Easing out the worst
From the ***** shell
Digging out the best
Of tarnished soul

Touch me with drops
Of your love
In mouth full of salivating lust
A touch that desires
The shortest distance
Betwen my soul to yours
Lips to lips
While tongue of sinful pleasures
Gropes in the darkness of enclosed mouth
Blindness of our souls

Rain Rain
Wash out the lust in me
And cleanse my soul
With desireless
Wetness
Between entwined legs
Between writhing souls
Fighting for a space
In the chaos
That is mind, my soul mate.

Horror of horrors!   Dark lady,  it’s you again

Abbess of shadow and sinister sprite.

Pray show me, sweet Nelida, how to express myself:

Passion?   Pure malice?    Or ****** by fright…

You opened the dungeons where dreams slept desireless

Vanquished my sleep of misogynist night.

A sepulchral shudder enlivens my being:

Liquescent infernoes of Gothic delight.

Elevation celestial or depths of despair –

No middle to stand on beholding your visage

The firmament drops as I swing in the air.

In this fall, or this orbit, show mercy, bright maiden

Nor quench solar fires with lunar disdain.

Eclipsing at zenith, you blacken my brain.

Can't you see it?
Can't you hear it?
Can't you feel it?
By now you should smell it,
You could almost taste it.
Don't you know the difference between...
Humans..
And People?
Just like the difference between Angels and Demons.
So obvious, the answer is right there!
It's impossible not to see it.
Are you stupid? Slow? Oblivious?
How about...
Ignorant- of the truth
Judgmental- of the oppressed
Cemented- to your ideals
Cold- in your hands
Resentful
Artificial- to the young
Selfish, hateful, sinless, monogamous, desireless, careless, and all the more senseless.
Yes, you are...
A Person.

Lily Impression

Such as a beam of light
Or a dream
Gently drifting into my meditation

a gust of hot summer wind
Stop at beyond life
the air is crisply cold
Quiet time and space
We smile at each other

Willing to be you
Travel through time
Thousands of years passed
Can be slow or long

The heart stays still as a pond of water
When I look deep into you
Your eyes are so desireless and glowing happily

Like clear fairy dust falling into my life
Such unforgettable moments
Sometimes silently sob
Sometimes fly with the wind

。。。

。。。

A wanderer with no home
The way without road
Had rotten by sicknes
And legs're going float

I'm walking the woods and the fields I've not knowed
I meet up the persons, who've taken by turmoil
I'm looking desireless to treasures of toil
In case that their souls took corruption and spoils

My only follower
Is my lonley shadow
And eyes have been closed
By grey hair's pay down

My only own package
Is staff and old note book
Which I will write down
For other's mind forelook

I'll stay in a harsh land with cold wind and passions
There's no place for bards with their thoughtless regressions
There'll be only me and a century pinetrees
Replace up the building of steel and my blindness

In hovel my body
Get warned by fire
And well with fresh water
Will cool the heart's dire

I'll put my old staff in a snowdrift with dashes
When my robe is almost converted to ashes
Then I will transform in a cold river's flowing
And flow down too far to remember the calling

It is impossible not to sense the closeness
each time I close my eyes

Would that be closer than skins untouching ?

The gap: causing the desireless stress of presence

of the other
because of itself

My mind  
Discloses
****

For what
We celebrate is
a precision of love
made of
our wordless waves
that subtly replaces
and sculpts my
gross lines
to their
primordial

We are transparent
space casts its chassis
Made of us
Formats
our deserted shells

as we fuse
to fit in things
Color of sound
now as big as
its encapsulating hall
We are time only
to heal

whispers in corners
always in the shade
running to the light
just out of reach
life long tale
dust in air in between
stolen lives lived
sad eye watch
jealousy creep in
slowly unnoticed
ding **** to late
full grown green eyed monster
hopeless future
desireless breath
self abuse routine
self hatred is fun
evil lives inside

Desireless
One sees the big picture

Non striving
The tao is like water
It loves and nourishes all things
But does not strive

The western man
Does not understand
The way of tao

Like a man mounted on horse
In the springtime
He strives
And puts on a show

Like the noblemen
Of the Chinese village
Who wear fancy clothes

It is not necessary
It is extra

Humble
And simple

The man of tao
Loves his fellow human being

To the good person, he is good
He is also good and loving
To the unkind

The soft and yielding
Overcome the hard and strong

I alone am dull
Wandering on the mountain trail

My akward shoulder

I like it here
It is quiet
It is still

I do not need to be entertained
Desireless
Not knowing
And not ever wanting to know
About the union of man and woman

No job to go to
Eating Cheerios
Listening to the Tao Te Ching

Misery is the root of happiness

That without substance
Can enter where there is no room

He who is attached to things will suffer much

Uninherently existent and interdependent
A subject's nature is objectivity
Realizing emptiness
Non-doing like fluid taking shape
Desireless volition, pure you can say
In proximity to emanated primordial material
Rays of the Original?

All implemented by mind.

Forms as subtle as ideas
Every idea being,
An electromagnetic field of
Fire and air
Water and earth and ether
A true mage's manipulation
A seed's potential
Hope this aint too metaphysical

All implemented by mind.
All implemented by mind.

Sin?
Error
Self-grasping ego
Attached to the ever passing
To touch a state where there's no duality
No up or down or here or there
Some call it the true self
Whose nature is omnipresent
Still,

All implemented by mind.

Pushing explanation to its extent
Exhausting all conditions, preconceptions and intuition
Nothing to do
Except rest in Presence

All implemented by mind.

THE TRAVELLER OF THE TRANSCENDENT
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Maha Shivaratri,21st February 2020)
With the blue of the Vast and the green of the Mind,
I sate for the insatiable Quest of the rarest kind –
With hunger for the summitless summit and passion for the passionless Ineffable,
I sail my life’s little boat in the solitude’s journey unassailable.

I seek after the inexpressible ecstasy hidden behind the heavenly height,
I crave for the crown of the Kingdom of Bliss in my highest soaring flight,
I now unlock the Joy of Paradise upon the turmoil of the earthly toil,
I meet my Supreme Beloved behind the mask of man as Godhead.

The touch of the Intangible in all things ephemeral and transient,
The Voice of the Unknown heralds the Dawn of the immortal golden moment,
The bound of the birth that baffles man since time immemorial,
The shadow of Death which casts the direst dread abysmal.
All is so swiftly vanishing behind the New Wisdom’s hem,
I do stand alone in my Soul’s uninvadable Supreme Ken.

The alluring glance of the Invisible and His enticing lips,
The unreached Rhapsody’s deep-hidden distant enrapturing kiss;
Enlivens my journey towards the Goal of the timeless Infinity,
I reveal the unwritten chapter of the Unseen’s sovereign secrecy.

My shivering strokes of the brush on the Creation’s Canvas of Art,
With blissful pang and the endless agony of my Being’s ever-grieving heart;
My inmost desire to draw a few legible lines of Love on the Olympian Blue,
On the mortal tenement ever aspiring to rise above and reach the deathless hue.

The fugitive madness to rise from the fall in the abyss,
The courage indomitable to cradle the emerald empire of Elysian Delight,
All feelings insentient: the camouflage of the desireless Absolute Alone,
Seek the sunlit glamour and the moonlit mirth far away in the in the uninvadable kingdom.

Unimaginably large is the Ocean, endless its expanseless shore,
My sail in the tumultuous tempest, half-broken my mast and its oar;
Still the touch of the Transcendent in each leap of the ascent vast,
I’m spell-bound by the supreme splendour’s seraphic Art.

Just a bundle of quantums are Time’s tenebrous moments,
The Divine Algorithm rules the highest in the unique Supernal descent,
I seek after the Certitude unshakable with the passion of passionless blithe within me,
I journey towards the One timeless Time that bounds the timeless treasures in limits of Infinity.
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THE DISTANT APPEAL
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Since long forgotten all dewy dreams
In the new cadence of the surrealist Vast,
All plays of a weary past soon lose semblance
In life's new surprising Act! 

The moon-beam smile of the infant heart
Which once spoke of pure beauty and love sublime,
The eternal longing of the sky for the earth
And the quest of the Soul for the unending rhyme.

All is vibrant in the air around,
And everything is in joy and mirth;
Life seems to be journeying in a joyous merry-go-round
To make earthly life living worth

I have never sought after the limited known
At the priceless cost of the living Infinite,
I have never broken my heart to the perpetually born
And soon to be forgotten and be lost out of sight.

The fear of death scares me no more
With its dreadful loathsome dance,
I have made Tryst with the Supreme somewhere
Who sits unseen in the silent sojourn of my heart.

I adore desires to cherish in my little being,
That would one day take me to the desireless Absolute,
I harbour pain deep within, still I sing-
Songs of joy, mirth and play the wondrous flute.

I seek not pleasures of mundane earth
That go on endless roving around me,
But I yearn for the never-fading smiles of the Sweet-heart
Which reverberate In nearby soothing breeze.

I never long to build the golden castle around you,
My Dear! Lest it imprison me,
I feel "Joy and Bliss to be life's true freedom"
Hence, let us live the life free, ever free.

Soft speaks the azure ocean deep
With its amazing treasures profound,
Enrich the myriad lives and make them keep -
Awake to listen to the Clarion Call of the Divine Play Ground.

No one hears the sweet soft whisper
The signal of Eternity in the Green for the Blue,
Goes on endless in the Bliss-rapt chapter
Of brightened Nature in midst of manifold hue.

No words are spake, still the unique act goes on without cease,
The One admires, the other relishes
In Souls inmost depth's release.

Unnoticed from world's mortal eyes
The drops of divine nectar are spread,
Over vernal Earth to make living worth-
For the enlivened spirits in the new Birth to live life ahead.

To meet the ecstasy of the enchanting smile
Which awakens us in every while
In Matter's defeat and Spirit's gain,
Gives a new vista to the earthly life
Despite lots of strife and endless pain.
As we aspire to rise again!!!

Freed forever from all human clasp
The Real towards which our spirit longs to soar,
The secret Splendour ever intangible to mortal grasp
The great lonely hours of Light
That our Soul could only endure.

I dwell in that realm of heavenly grandeur,
At all past loving memory's surcease,
Oh Seer! I share the glory of your eternal Love -
Of the Unknown Kingdom
Meant only for YOU and ME.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Anand Utsav Ashram
Haridwar, 30.05.2919. 23.50 hrs)

Unravished the
black moon was down
but not out.

I am being watched.
How the poem
prints itself on heart.

Curled up with
flower thoughts, staring
aimlessly in black void.

Wanted a brutally
honest truth, moon struck
but ready to give blond.

Who was desireless
being a saint. Paradox
always wins.

Right speech.  Right walk. Right action.
But all from deepest silence.

Not directive compliance.
Rather, desireless attraction.

Deer park in Nara
Deer in Chapel Hill

Dear ones far from me
Dear ones held dear still.

            Watching.