"expansiveness" poems
Psychedelic souls
Connecting together, making a flow
Sharing what we know
Creating an awakened show
Gather round and watch the smiles glow
Talk to people and help them grow
Give them something to believe in
Help them stop the constant grievin
People need a break
This world can be hard to take
Show them how happiness feels
Show them that its deeply real
Access the love and higher vibrations
Teach them creativity and concentration
Be the change you wish to see
We have the same purpose, you and me
This worlds a trip and we should treat it as much
Teach people to heal with a gentle touch
Energy flowing through our bodies and all around
Manifest with imagination, art, and sound
Create what we want to exist in 3D
Connecting with higher dimensions is the key
You have everything you need inside
Don't hurt your brain looking far and wide
The collective consciousness is overflowing inspiration
For the world it's an invitation
To express what you see
Keeping your mind open and free
Heal yourself and your energy
Take some supplements and drink some tea
Create a world we don't have to flee
Decalcify your third eye and join me
Embody the expansiveness you can be
They're not coincidences they're synchronicity
Everything is connected here and beyond
Your own body is the magic wand
A conduit of energy and the divine
Anyone can understand what I'm saying if they open their mind
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
She is spontaneous poetry, no need to be written,
a dam burst of emotions subtle,on what I float along,
a whirlwind at an unpredictable time of the season
looking for an intimate space to churn and churn and churn.
By now, I know this without her even hinting,
all her dark clouds will rain in torrents nonstop
in to my landscape, sultry, broad and tranquil
I am an open sky, a stage ready for changing realities
a cloudless calm now in meditative expansiveness,
ready to change from dark, cloudy turgidity
to it's contrast, white feathery fluff that's dreamy.
This time round, when she visited,she did lie naked
on my bed supine, looking at me wistfully for a while
in my mind's sky beams of morning sun criss- crossed
all the nine openings of my body tightly shut, I sat meditating.
But I felt her chaotic presence in the energy field spreading,
she hurriedly removed her clothes one by one,smiling
in the buff she alights on my lap,a butterfly on a flower was her,
by and by a sweet heaviness enveloped my ***** in union with hers
I hear the primordial boom of the big bang, refining as an "Om"
travelling sans any medium it goes outwards to expanding universe.
to the 1"Chidakasha" where everything begins and go beyond.
Her storm energy, Tantric, seeks alleviation of existential pain,
I hear my glowing inner eye whispering in light to the far galaxies,
In one form she is so much, past present and future converged,
She is 2"Mahatripurasundari", great enchantress of the three worlds.
Shakthi, the feminine energy that moves earth, heaven and hell,
Kali, the dark energy, seeking sublimation through catharsis.
On me she moves like a tortoise deliberately,my nervous system reads,
She would defeat the hare and win the laurel, in yogic, trance I discern.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
You cant have it, you live it.
You cant find it, you grow it.
You cant take it, its endless.
You cant give it, its given.
No valve, no damper to slow the flow,
Open with the strength of a fire hose with no nozzle to aim,
It floods everything.
Drown in the expansiveness of love,
The most sweet surrender.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
Is it wrong of me to be sexually satisfied,
merely by the expansiveness of your mental capacity?
Intrigued by your complacence.
See, at first you were just this figment of my imagination.
But now you've transcended,
into this complete sensation.
No matter the misconceptions that others may have about you,
I could never replace you.
I could go on and on about the metaphors
that compare you to the sun,
or other gleaming objects.
But really, my attraction for you is far more complex,
to just subsidize you to comparison you probably already met.
I no longer base my relationship on ***
I now seek intelligence,
an intellectual, oratorical genuis - one who knows what the birds say,
why the ocean waves, why society emphasizes self-hate.
And ever since I've sought all of those determining qualities in you,
I've since, loved you.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
Hush.
If you are listening, close your eyes.
Don't think too hard.
Now--
Imagine,
Think of,
Hold in your mind,
the following sensations:
First,
a soft humming.
Imagine this soft humming.
Imagine the voice.
Imagine the tone.
Imagine a drone,
Imagine a melody,
a pleasant hum.
Next,
a soft humming.
Think of this soft humming.
Think of the lips.
Think of the purse.
Think of a source,
Think of a vibration,
a pleasant hum.
Last,
a soft humming.
Hold in your mind, this soft humming.
Hold in your mind, the texture.
Hold in your mind, the ambience.
Hold in your mind, a feeling of being swaddled,
Hold in your mind, a feeling of expansiveness,
a pleasant hum.
Hush.
If you are listening, open your eyes.
Don't think too hard.
-LP
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Lilac, purple, or shades of mauve
There's no defeating the color of the sky
The hue
Of loyalty
Of expansiveness
Of trust
I lay my eyes
On the ripples of the ocean
On the color of the sea
On the backdrop of clouds
Triumphs the anger of red
Gushes out green
Yells at yellow
And black gets dim
The penultimate tint
The top tincture
With an undertone of sad
And an overtone of hope
It's the color
The hue
It blooms and pops inside my mind
When I think of you
It's the color
The hue
It's there
When I go diving
When I go running at the morning
Whenever I awake and look at the windows
Sometimes the windowsill
Makes perfect frame
For the beauty and grace that that color brings
Like a mountain range cuddled up
To look like waves
Like the clouds running rampant
Whenever the wind decides to rush
And I get mad
Because somehow, people link it
To being sad
It is not
It does not bring sorrow
It brings joy
It does not bring melancholy
It brings beatitude
It brings beauty
Like your eyes do
Like your smile does
And like your heart did to mine
How can a color
Be so potent
So mighty
That it has the ability
To sway the human mind
To pinch the human heart
To lift the human soul
How can a color
A hue
Do all these things?
I do not know
But that's alright
Because sometimes wonders
And things alike
Cannot simply be explained
Just like how magic tricks work;
Known by many
Understood by few
And love,
I want to be the only one
That feels this way about blue
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
To flow
Lost in the mind of unattachment~
Relation floats to the top,
Bubbling in iridescent mounds.
Blood spinning full body,
Taken ancient ritual
To lands unknown,
Abyss flies,
High collapse,
Forms dissolve to absorb.
Human knows, mankind blows its ashes
Into the sea
Where fish nibble surface gifts,
Crawl to form surface, lifts
Familiar exotica,
Erotica basks
In sunshine frays,
Grays may blend broken rays
Off the pleasure. Desire
Bubbles & brews to the top,
Furling into forms to which our touch is born,
Our travels sojourn,
Ever sifting, filtering the moon & the sun.
Feeling joy form & torn,
The reverb sung & proverb born,
Chug on, truck on
Traveling Celestial Mist.
The smoke sends its message to our ancestors,
Thanks & quests, may we rest &
Face our tests &
Jump off the highest crests &
Flow down through the darkest depths.
Fearless, shall we be, tearless, never be.
The taste & the smell, Earth’s story we shall tell & retell to our kin,
Our progeny rebel against the story of sin,
Announce the return to our dance, making sense of the din.
We may collapse the columns, but in deep truth
The cycles form regardless of ruth.
With that knowing smile,
A goddess wraps her finger
Round his golden locks,
Open, as always, they dangle and glisten,
If we would listen,
The fear would instantly disappear,
Jeers against the queer would shift into gear
To endear us to the weird &
We would cheer!
The dampness will burn,
The heartache will churn,
Our souls still yearn for
That moment when we lose it.
The bruised tips healing in the instant,
The shock waves reckon this is it
& the feedback expatiates past the limits.
We already have the wildness,
The bliss of expansiveness,
Still spinning in the Spiral Ever Endless.
10/28/12
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
The air runs through the pipe.
It goes about its way
and flows around turns;
turns controlled by valves.
The air is comfortable,
it is safe.
Through the pipe
the air flows past cracks, letting in light.
The air wants to explore this light outside,
but it stays in the comfortable pipe.
The air feels a dead end coming.
It reaches a valve, closing off the
pipe.
Pressure builds and tensions rise.
It only hopes the valve will open.
Suddenly the valve turns and the air is released.
The air is free.
It expands and wonders.
However, it soon misses the pipe
and looks for another,
only to find that there is none to be seen.
It needs containment.
It needs certainty.
It is cold.
It is lost in the darkness.
Suddenly, the air feels something,
something warm and beautiful beyond description.
It is light.
This same light which it saw in its pipe.
This light is so warm and calming.
It fills the air with joy and comfort.
Every one of its molecules vibrates and comes to life.
The air feels itself being carefully molded by the bright light
into a shape so beautiful: a perfect, geometrical sphere.
It is the shape it was originally intended to form,
but could not do so within the pipe.
Captivated by the beautiful light,
the air is brought to steam and feels inside it
this wondrous realization:
This light,
which it ignored in the pipes,
gives the air its true purpose,
which the pipe never could.
This light,
which was looking for it all along,
finally has connected with the air it loves.
This light,
which saved it from the darkness,
turns the air’s search for containment,
into a search for expansiveness and spontaneity,
into a search for a way to please the light.
This light,
which wants to it shine,
compels the air to free other bodies of air,
trapped in their pipes.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
I returned to where i fit like a puzzle piece into the transparent rock and the crystalline water,
where the trees grew prehistoric palm fronds, wild grass with a view over islands and shades of blue
where the sand felt like silk
birds flashed by the water, visions of grey bodies, yellow legs and wings shaped like pterodactyls,
the waters reflective surface barely alludes to the cosmos beneath
a teeming reef with blue starfish, red starfish, all manners of little fish, parrot fish, shiny squid in hues of blue purple iridescent as I snorkel I see eye to eye with fishies
the coral how they move or don’t ,
their shapely curves in brain wave formations or flowers in perpetual bloom, perhaps akin to a large mushroom
So I breathe and let my fear go.
This is where showers are outside and doors open all night for the breeze to wash me as I sleep.
Where the sky is shifting all in sight,
miles away rain falls and I delight in the visual ecstasy
of the creative flow
the ease of the wind and the lap lap lap of waves
at tidal flows bubbling in, sloshing out -
No skyline disturbing “skyscrapers” but horizons are in vision and further further
inside and out as
I watched a stacked Cumulus mediocris cloud rain onto the ocean, progressively getting smaller and smaller top down,
I saw a lightning storm illuminate the rising sun behind as moon slice smiles
I saw the reason why the heavens are called heavens
the stars almost close enough to touch, an expansiveness of space
when I breathed
it came inside me and filled me
with the vibrancy of billions upon billions of alchemical workshops, working in conjunction with each other, some element created here, some element come together there.
I paused at the highest point of the rock hill a shooter slings on by
past condensed galaxy middles.
When I breathed the expansiveness of ocean and rocks, reefs and prehistoric vegetation I was filled with expansiveness
It was there that I felt the shadows held friends too
my heart beat slowly , quickly, round up down
until one morning I woke up, transparent too
vibrating so highly becoming nothing
even just for a moment
I felt in unison with the rocks and the waves and the sand
the being I currently am
made up of the same stuff and in there
Oneness
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
but maybe
it’s a beautiful thing
that we can never be perfect
maybe in fact, there is bliss found
in the idea that there is no limit to
being more of something we want
or less of something we don’t
maybe humans arrived
with the purpose to be
_perfectly_ imperfect
so that as we grow our awareness
to the expansiveness of our souls
we quietly choose qualities
we want to be more or less of
throughout all of our lives
to be more compassionate
to be less hard on ourselves
i mean look at us
already carrying _so much_
so much worthiness and beauty
but still always wanting to be more
and i don’t think it will ever stop
i don’t think there is a limit
to what we can ever be
so in a sense,
in our current now state
we may _feel_ imperfect
as we think of all we hope to be
and know we aren’t quite there yet
but isn’t knowing
there is more to see
more to grow
more to know
isn’t _that_
what we came here for?
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
I. nope.
II.
long-windedness verbosity
diffuseness prolixity
wordiness rambling
circuity discursiveness
redundancy tautology
tediousness verbiage
verboseness length
longevity permanence
garrulity windiness
volubility circumlocution
expansiveness babbling
periphrasis gushing
blathering protractedness
waffling lengthiness
iteration repetition
prating prattling
jabbering digressiveness
dreariness tedium
deadliness wandering
repetitiousness repetitiveness
pleonasm convolution
logorrhoea boringness
maundering superfluity
duplication tiresomeness
monotony reiteration
gabbiness informality
mouthiness diffusion
logorrhea wordage
blah-blah dryness
dullness boredom
sameness loquaciousness
talkativeness loquacity
freeness orotundity
roundaboutness breadth
gobbledegook gassiness
wittering multiloquence
perissology big mouth
gift of the gab garrulousness
staleness tallness
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
Kali at the door,
Did Shiva enter yet, dear?
Nevermind.
I dream of a future that never arrives,
of exploration, wonderment, and words
draped in enchantment
in that space of
unconditional,
(since filtered effervescence arises, well, flat, doesn't it?)
to speak the language of
here and now
that breathes clarity in
open expansiveness.
Now has always been written on the
pages like,
what what what what
and yet,
here, running in forests.
Winds lift and energize
caution and wings,
to say one thing
that does not go awry,
it is
here,
like, what what what what.
A list of yeses and noes,
and perlexed replies,
hello? integral?
Nevermind.
A museum.
Relics casting shadowed projections
reflected through prisms through prisms through prisms
through prisms.
Nonetheless, I let go,
I toss you like a sphere
against my heart-caged ribs,
right back to me,
always and forever
because,
I dream of a future
of exploration, wonderment, and words
draped in enchantment
in that space of
unconditional.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
Watched the other day as the world crumbled
The buildings fell away
The trees were torn limb from limb
The clouds didn’t float past
And all of the colors faded away.
An ocean of blackness
Overtook the land
Closing in a beam of light upon the hill I stood.
Gradually the hand of god,
Thought shining upon me,
Closed on the last blade of grey grass.
The sound was ****** out of the blackness
I felt forgotten and lost.
At once I stood in space
That once occupied the earth.
The expansiveness of the stars surrounded me.
I felt like one single cell
And thought like time
Realizing this was my existence.
I am nevertheless time, past, present, and future.
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 8:30 AM UTC
Out beyond any world we could conceive,
There is a being, Omnireal, Superimposed,
Stands twenty feet tall, more or less,
Decreasing and increasing at will,
To suit the needs it possesses,
The being would be incredulous to us,
The existence of this being,
Is only existent because of omnirealism,
That is,The reality is given because of,
its own discretion, under emphatic atrophy,
an ouroboros, a colloquial spiral,
Reaching into the expansiveness to the
Entire Realm,
Existence Existing,
Existing on Existence,
Setting into a dreamtown land,
Now this being,
Since reality has befallen it,
How would the midset be,
Contained,
Realized,
Conceived,
Forthwith, the makings of its identity,
Intelligence, Conciousness, Mentality, Entirety,
Assembled in an enviornment,
of its own Omniworldlyness, otherworldly,
Yet still, concrete, immalleable, seething, breathing
Unable to make dramatic change,
Until the final moment,
Where in the end, reality caves in on itself,
Becoming reborn, reincarnate, Big Bang,
Into the same rhythm, echoing,
Reverberating into negating ripples.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
Who I am is not this
not a still lake
jealous of the ocean
it’s expansiveness
freedom to roar and roll
gather momentum
wipe out coastal towns
if it gets the urge.
I am not this
a broken Brumby
fixed in a cowboy lasso
caught and corralled
in a vice for the spirit
craving chaos
not edges tucked in
like an over-zealous housewife.
Who i am is not this
a hero home from a war
of fighting the ordinary
wiping out villages
devoted to secure notions
only to find myself
a forgotten veteran
alone with our silence
in a cramped suburban living room
surrounded by mementos
a life once exciting
now just a string of photos.
that form a prison wall
like bad souvenirs
from a time too magical
to be reduced to just a fridge magnet.
I am this
a speeding car going off a cliff
squealing past others
who are still in love with their brakes
but terrified for me
as i ride off
into the unknown
a leap of faith.
The trick to courting danger
is the knowledge that I have secret wings.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Just like me,
If you happen to see,
This magnificent Banyan tree:
You would probably be,
Feeling free;
Or looking up towards the sky,
Likely heaving a sigh,
As you walk by.
Surely this banyan must provide
So many places to hide;
For birds to make their nests
Under its vast expansiveness.
If I were young
I would have clung,
To the roots and swung
Like a little child
From side to side.
But now
I'd rather look up and see
The wind blowing through the tree,
Watch the leaves shake and shimmer
Exposing their emerald green glimmer.
I'd love to sit in its shade,
Watch a wedding cavalcade,
Dig into the earth with a *****
Feel the sun as he filters through,
Watch the hues in the morning dew.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
Every sunrise promises nearness of that fateful day
when I’ll be able to finally seize my love
truly make the darling feel the desire long expressed by tender words,
to truly touch upon the sweet spots and learn the geography of my beloved
forever to delight upon the expansiveness I find beneath the warmth of his skin,
to relish in the richness of his voice that conveys the beauty of his soul
as my beloved delights upon what he is to find in me,
comfort,
completion of self,
seat of desire,
a partner,
a companion,
And much, much more besides...
We await fervently for that day
breathlessly sleep into the night
to wake up to a new sunrise that brings that fated sojourn ever close
Until then,
Until that time we sweetly can only taste the power of our love that keeps us ever loyal and ever inseparable from one another
Despite the oceans in between
we are ever close
ever present in the depths of our hearts.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 11:10 AM UTC
Sun, stars, moon, light, darkness, beauty.
Sky, clouds, birds, wind, expansiveness.
Mountains, snow, waterfall, strength.
Trees, nests, leaves,
Fall,
Fall,
Ground, dirt, people, animals,
And as I sit to wonder and wander in these things,
Here with my paper and pen,
Lying in a hammock,
Thinking, pondering, wondering,
Done.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
How Do I Love Thee?
How would I cherish thee? Give me a chance to tally the ways.
I adore thee to the profundity and expansiveness and stature
My spirit can achieve, when getting a handle on of sight
For the finishes of Being and perfect Grace.
I cherish thee to the level of consistently's
Most calm need, by sun and candlelight.
I cherish thee unreservedly, as men make progress toward Right;
I cherish thee absolutely, as they turn from Praise.
I cherish with an enthusiasm put to utilize
In my old griefs, and with my adolescence's confidence.
I cherish thee with an adoration I appeared to lose
With my lost holy people,— I cherish thee with the breath,
Grins, tears, of all my life!— and, if God pick,
I should however cherish thee better after death.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
-
it was, for her~
a question, a dare to venture into a
place that few would ever visit
more than _once_ in a lifetime
walled with earth, rock, twists and
turns, shadows that move—
bones that lay still
a smart phone was recovered there,
the woman who left it is somewhere
deep in the lower chambers
it recorded her unapproved descent into
miles of dark passages which multiply,
divide, intersect— mystify
images steady at first, a wonderment
of sheer expansiveness, these arteries
go on forever and ever !
"i need to tell someone !"—
"*ohh, no
signal...*"
a "sotto voce" begins questioning confusion
as her disorientation becomes a
measure of breath
curiosity now relinquishes to a desperation
of sharp huffs as the camera aims about
in quick jolts, straining to see the
next hopeful opening—
the light stops
working.
minutes later she realizes her affiliation
with the underground brethren has
been met with tacit approval.
her phone is eventually abandoned with
all remaining composure, as a new
and permanent member commences
a delirious marathon down
the corridors of
home
—
the recording lasted awhile before
her drowning cries dissolved into
resolution of a sealed fate—
underneath and silent,
amongst thousands
_of opened mouths..._
s jones
© 2020
.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC
In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa
VEA EN ESPAÑOL
Arching under the night sky inky
with black expansiveness, we point
to the planets we know, we
pin quick wishes on stars. From earth,
we read the sky as if it is an unerring book
of the universe, expert and evident.
Still, there are mysteries below our sky:
the whale song, the songbird singing
its call in the bough of a wind-shaken tree.
We are creatures of constant awe,
curious at beauty, at leaf and blossom,
at grief and pleasure, sun and shadow.
And it is not darkness that unites us,
not the cold distance of space, but
the offering of water, each drop of rain,
each rivulet, each pulse, each vein.
O second moon, we, too, are made
of water, of vast and beckoning seas.
We, too, are made of wonders, of great
and ordinary loves, of small invisible worlds,
of a need to call out through the dark.
WRITTEN BY U.S. POET LAUREATE:
portrait of author
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 7:41 AM UTC
At night
I can hear my heart beat
Over the white noise
It’s a beckoning
An invitation
And it scares me
It reminds me
That I’m alive
But not truly living
Sometimes
When I wake up at night
I walk to the bathroom
And think
This is it
This is what life is
This is what it looks like
It’s the kind of recognition
That vibrates throughout my
Entire body
The darkness
The quiet
The incredible alone
I wonder why in these
Little moments
At night
This realization hits
With such force
Little moments when I have
No control
Nothing to say
Nothing to lose
I wonder why
It’s so hard for
That realization
To strike
When I’m awake
Aware
And have a voice to share
I drown at night
To the sound of my own
Beating heart
And the expansiveness
Of my tiny existence
Afraid
That I’ll miss my chance
To feel this life
While I’m alive
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
I feel cheated.
Plain and
Simple.
The fact that
We, as a whole,
our entire culture
is based around schooling.
Being taught by people
who don't want
to be here.
Who don't
get paid enough
and don't
get any recognition
for what they do.
Teachers.
They're treated
as people who are
replaceable.
The same people
who shape us
from very,
very
young ages all the way
up to adulthood.
Molding and providing
framework that our
brains
form around.
They don't care.
Sure,
some do.
There are some really great
people out there
who study with a
passion.
A passion to help
others
on their journey to
enlightenment and
expanding the minds
of the young.
Helping them to see
and to hear and to experience
things with a
questioning disposition.
But then there are the
fed up,
the tired,
the angry,
the mentally strained,
who enter classrooms
with a mindset
that just isn't compatible
with what we,
as young people,
need to nourish our
minds and souls.
They don't think
about how our forming
psyches
can be affected
by people who
are unpleasant,
people
who are doing
what they're doing
just to get by.
No second
thought
of how their teachings,
and their way of going about it
is affecting us as whole,
as a society
and a culture.
Planting seeds
of dislike
and of hesitation
when they should be
preparing us
for the wonders
and the joy
and the expansiveness
that awaits us
on this organic,
floating ball
of water and of
Earth.
Hurtling through
space
and time
with no breaks
and with no real
comprehension
of what
is actually occurring
around us.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC