"merkaba" poems
They say my birth was a heavenly event:
here I am suffering third rate villains
that ***** walls to stop the chariots
from Merkaba: the angels fume but who cares
heaven is a mirage in human zoo
--R.K.SINGH
Two other poems may also be viewed on http://hellopoetry.com/-ram-krishna-singh/
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
Glorious Procession!
Stampede Proud and Mighty!
Gale~Wind Force could not stop this forward progression, such determination is note~worthy!
Under the Canopy of Tree Leaves, We watch from afar, silently a-gasp, still in silence, We watch the March of Structured Beings not of this Place and Time.
We know of our Elements and call it Home. We know of our common companions, our neighbors and friends as they too know of Us, but we do not know of these proceeding Beings .
As the latter of the soft Earth rest back to the ground from which it had been disturbed, I slowly turned to my Clan, and gathering,
"There is to be a Great Declaration, a Meeting of Minds that must find agreement on Middle Ground, for this is the Time of Conviction, no longer will they be Unheard."
There was a rustling of agitated whispering among Us, for We had seen this before.
"Let us go to Assembly, We must Prepare."
My Clan in the Canopy, soared, swung, and jumped down through the Trees. Some of the Others galloped, some spun Merkaba, surely to be there first, some fluttered by humming a pleasant frequency as they passed, still others flickered in and out of vision, always appearing in different spaces, One never knew their pattern of movement. In times of play many of us would place bets, laughing at our poor presumptions. Few of us ever guessed their appearance correctly.
But now was time for serious discussion.
I walked to the Center of the Circle Assembly and looked around at all the myriad faces of all the myriad races. I prayed for our safety and peace.
I looked up to the Sky,
"Whence They Came, They must return, after their piece be shared, let them understand, this Land is Our Land, and no fight do We want, this is where we were born and where We belong."
An overwhelming Sound reverberated the Ground in agreement of the Circle.
"We shall commence the Peace Invincibility Ritual at the Moon's Peak, the Priesthood will lead in Prayer. We will send our wishes to their minds, so they shall know. If they be of Holy Heart, they shall comply. If they contain not a Soul of Peace, they will vie for fight. Life for Life, in death We shall not die, We stand forever to do what's Right."
The Story ends brightly, our family still be here, only visible to those with Clear Mind and Holy Heart. This be the only way We would remain safe in our World, now not our Own. That's fine by us, We know how to Share.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
I've snuggled in your embrace,
Smuggled and sneaked in
On you on tiptoe
(On the tip of a bubble)
Kissed you a million times,
Cringed with shyness,
Pretended to scoff at you
To break into laughter
And clasp my hands with yours.
Bumped into you
At some street, on some staircase,
Letting you spiral down a step further
Into my soul's merkaba.
I have sketched you in fervent hues
I have penned you in vivacious blues
I have perused you numerous times
In my pursuit of you.
Fondled you after fumbling for you
In my dog-eared memories
Of my portrait of you
On a blank wall of my reality.
I've often visualised you
Lurking around the corner of a street,
On another day, in a library maybe,
As I gleefully offer my mind for you to read
In lieu of the book that we picked
At the same instance.
At times I let these scenes
Play on a little longer in my head,
(None of it ever happened anyway)
Till the juncture when you walk up to me
(in those scenes)
While I
Freeze the moment then and there,
When you're probably just about to utter
Something I may have been longing to hear.
To then move to a distance
And admire that still frame I'd set,
Picturing a dewy winter morning
On a summer evening.
Till the sounds, sights and smells disperse
Till we part ways like always,
Without having met, yet!
To meet again in an unfamiliar setting
Against the backdrop of familiar feelings
Born anew
In the thrill of anticipation (of)
The certainty of uncertainties.
Trust me my dear,
Your visage will fail
To do justice to my portrait of you.
Let us meet and be lost
In my mind's tangled sketches alone.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Leaving a trail behind me of journals
People are tossing in the garbage
Or reading
Or placing in their bookshelf
It's better than ***** dishes in the sink
It's sinking in that I'm leaving soon
Another whirlwind behind me I'm sure
Reminds me of all the fragmented books
I've wrote that want to be together
Consolidate so my words can keep up with me
Sand is the tangible symbol of time
At least twice a month
I get it in my scalp and in between my toes
Scratching at it later
Gnawing at my worries
Freedom percieved by a split mind
Is not freedom at all
water dangling from the sky
In the desert
Clouds refraining to cry
but they really, really, want to
More emptiness
A vulnerable phenomenon
Tempts the soul
Reverts to coping habits
Or more emptiness
And Become one with
MerKaBa
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Someone said we had time
but it has always been slipping.
Saturn plays tricks on the mind, making things seem as if they've changed but it has never been any different.
Still we're here, under the same sun repeating old things as if they're brand new, feeling as if they've never been done.
Stuck in a prison of illusion; holographic in every way, trying to set fire to this merkaba so that my spirit can levitate.
And turn this cage into a spaceship to reach worlds I never could reach,
to steal the sands of time out of the illusionist's mind is exactly what I seek.
But I'll still be living, cautiously walking without haste across quicksand with a light heart, because a heavy one will just cause me to sink.
Someone said that we have time, but time has us and it is not what we think.
Destroy the barriers created to cause these illusions, and you'll find that they have always been man made.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC