"prana" poems
Boundless energy around us,
Stretched to snare the senses.
Shaped and bound to our life-force.
No barriers, or defenses.
Limitless interplay, front
row seats shall we say.
To astounding cosmic displays.
Consider what a day holds;~
Glimpses of magnificence
In the eyes of the beholder,
Fear not insignificance.
Take grip of your awareness
Exchanging energy,
Is inherent in us.
Throw a love curve ball. . .
Await your reciprocating shower.
those stars, they fall
forever.
They deal not in glamour.
Casually causing us
humans to stutter and mumble.
Let not, your heart labor,
Loves home-run rests
Patiently,
On your minds table.
Prana for everything,
This **** ain't no fable.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
तत् त्वम् असि
*for sitar, mridangam, vina, musical spoons,
washboard, Jew’s harp and banjo*
(*the names Swami and Guru-ji can be replaced by
any other mystic names the reader wishes to substitute*)
Swami and Guru-ji went to the river
to wash their souls in the ***** water
filled brass pots while they were at it, singing:
“These are Gods –
worship them, worship them,
these are Gods –
won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji flexed contortions
twisted minds and limbs in knots
sold each other secret mantras
to erase akashic records when the body rots
Swami and Guru-ji taught disciples
how to fast and hum and chant;
bound their ***** with priestly garments, saying
“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji swallowed prana
purged their guts, then farted light
launched their chakras into oneness
in the ida and pingala of their third-eye sight
Swami and Guru-ji built a temple
around a monstrous calf of gold
bowed before the six-armed idols chanting
“These are Gods –
worship them, worship them,
these are Gods –
won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji studied parchments
by the dim light of a feeble ray
railed and wailed at the sinful heathen
in the filthy Kali-yuga of the dying day
Swami and Guru-ji made ablutions
offered incense and holy foods
ate their share and smoked the profit, humming
“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami’s blissed devotions
entwined their members with the temple belles;
stuck their yonis up their lingams
in the twenty-seventh circle of the seven hells.
Swami and Guru-ji offered puja
wrote it all off as a karmic debt –
forced a shudra to bear the burden, screaming
“These are Gods –
worship them, worship them,
these are Gods –
won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji meditated:
pure omniscience in eternal now –
drank fresh ***** from a heifer’s bladder
for they knew that it was soma from a holy cow.
Swami and the Guru merged with Brahman –
then went home to the wife and kids.
Told the servants to polish statues, saying
“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”
THE MORAL:
(slower solemn rhythm, no banjo or Jew’s harp)
Aaron’s calf is ground to powder,
cast upon the Ganges’ tide.
Every tribe shall taste its poison.
“This is God –worship Him, worship Him –
this is God – let us worship Him now…”
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
God is spoken
From a potent Thing
we smoking Trees
Gaia birthed the bloom
breathed the boom
in the canopies,
In the wind flew the bees
and grew the pleasantries
Prana pushing
thunder through
sQuishing lemon trees
like a hundred new
Whisps of mists
and heavy deeds
Sit with honeydew
The gist of this
the lemon breeze
(We) Going tunnel view
Fits and Shakes,
seeking remedies
digging under you
Might be
dicking under you
Might be
Torn asunder true
Pirate borne to plunder you....
Sweat means gold,
what's been found
with lemon -ease?
I've been told
What in our eyes
is what we ever see's
7 seas,
more like 7 deeds,
filled with deadly feeds
Demons like to pleade
with ready rease,
Virus, the life that
spread disease
(it alters our sense
and what we please)
~Ahem,
***no te comas
la verdad
del diablo,***
today to trust
Might feel bad, but
none brought low
There's an easy in
WE Strong Standin',
N0ne brought low
and now we win
amen, a man
none start south
Its begun...
Light as
Potent as my prayers
**** the make-believe
***I can't wear it, ah
Dark is
Ever reaching
What do you receive?
***What you carrying hah?
Balance
(Is) an even preaching :
What we choose to be
***I can bear it ; hah
Come and help me unweave
those who have been so deceived
Those stuck in in the mud of ...
sputtering " how can it be ?"
**** the you or me, mentality
When Neurons Fire free
and Serotonins drained in me
You Might find Saraswati
sweetly swathing me
In glowing rivers,
poured off the moon
With Omens looming soon
With Omens looming soon
I been choking on my doom.
Dreaming
with Both eyes open
and a heart awoken ,
poorly stoking gloom
Too blind to see hope
but stoked, still
mocking roving
Vroom : im off to tokin soon.
Sh!t this blunt be totaled soon
I Might be total loon
an inverted magic man
who most often enwomb
those caught on the moon
Those stuck in the tune
For those who hear
this earworm, this tea room sloom.
This is for Those muted in zoom:
I've found traction in heaps
Breaking as hard and often
As the risen yeast
When you pass on the least
My Passion is to find
the passion of peace
its Stuck In the grasp
Fashioned with the sap
of my last energies...
May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC
Lila dogma Om
yoga prana namaste :)
English karma Hum
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
a carnival of hords in withering grass
the high priestess tongues the beast
wet mandible
on a dragging
death gowned doll
like a cyclone coils paradise
trans mutative
prismatic unfurling's
passed bones of confusion
passed scorched refuse
of radiating spiraled phantoms
the more gods, the more demons
battle angel symmetries
in Taoist jaws
galactic lurking's
into parametric infinities
escalating war like cloud light
rush glittering arms of affliction
exhalations like upleaping sail fish
drizzle sooty rain
shellacking tinsel rhinos
on hieroglyphs of the barbarous
a transfixed guttural prana;
apostasy
between advances and retreats
in chimeras earth quake palace
death: a new begining.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
Sunbeams crack through the tall trees
Birds chirping along the window seals
Wind chimes tunes fills the quiet room
Nag champa wafts in the air
Mat laid flat
Squats and stretches
Eyes closed
In-hale
Ex-hale
Mind in the body
Heavenly flow
Frequency modulated
Easeness
Awareness
Serenity
Bliss
Peace
Silence
Power
© Sonia Ettyang
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
In VANCHINADU EXPRESS
By the window I sat with stress.
Munching by the dust-bin sat a mouse.
Disturbed soul in mouse-trap-inn
Though dismayed senses beamed in shells trio-
The encircling walls that make three koshas-
Annamaya of metals and minerals
As the shell of eggs form; form the body.
Manomaya of thought-waves is magnetic field active;
As prana vibrates in its shell pranamaya kosha
Dead engine whistled abrupt;
On the rails the train swaying moved
Vanchinadu express swaying moved.
How can I express its pressing stress?
In dress is my body ; in body my spirit: the soul,
Under pressure of crowd and crowding thoughts.
Smoke clouds of the engine chocked me, shook me.
How can I express this pressing stress?
The stress of balloons soaring high up
Of surging waves and volcanoes live
How..how can…how can I express?
Am I not one, one among them?
Oh! Calm mouse, you too not ?
How-
Express?
X Y press?-
Progress?
Regress?
Elite-
Soul's
Senses-
How I express?
Note: 1. Annamaya kosha= shell of body;manomaya kosha= shell of mind;pranamaya kosha=shell of soul/nucleus.
2. X and y are chromosomes
3. Vanchinadu express is the express train servicing from Ernakulam to Thiruvanamthapuram
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
Our milky way galaxy floating thru space
its translucent circling orb alight
alive prana the dots of energy minature Stars
holding hue beings space travelers
in the darkness of space revealed
as prana we exit the womb living creation
the light orbs milk awaits us
this cosmos existence adores surrounds me
centering life in Earth the Eco-system
apter genick learning cells fighting extinction
imperial magistrates a re-leafing of stress
brought on by diet and habitat pollution
I reach into the sky aware of space travelling
regions the path prana exists in homes of love
to hold the consciousness of life the Universe
allows the roots chosen thru the cosmic life
in the living consciousness of love love
the binding force of all nature reactions living
for the one of all the great quest for Eternity
the beings of prauna sending cosmic messages
for the quest of being a Star is the mighty
life, has no god to rule it forth
ruled by the life creation alive
alining thru time and space all
the the orbs come together
the life energy of the future survivial
the mothers apter genick learning
of cells to reach all of life
to come together as one being
the one for ALL
a story to tell how will we survive
our pranua each life orb a moment divine
seeking you out listen feel the calling
life of humanity eternity the wailing over
you are here to be replaced
just visit to continue onward
life is pleasure open life to receive
live the moment of egg and seed
the burst the rush rises and goes in a second
the prana of life creation memories
that lead to channels of new being
one drop of you or ten moment upon moment
orbs dots of you swirling translucent
being the created in light of a moment
here we are manifested in a body a hue being
of light and dreams working out a scheme
to be eternity prana living the joy
the love of a moment for ever
to travel in time to be renewed
a change from born again
Eternity of love the orb of prana gjmars 6/10/15
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Another session greets
me for another
beautiful day.
I flow effortlessly,
from one
position
into another,
breathing prana,
in and out,
my hips reach
toward the heavens
into a nirvana-state,
rock hard & perspiring,
I am connected
to the sacredness
of other kindred spirits
engaged in similar activities,
a million miles away,
in their own sacred places,
exploding.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
Body buzzing
Head rushing
Lungs on the near brink,
Of explosion
And heart implosion
My hands are shaking
My feet tapping
And trembling
The blood
Within me
Is pumping profoundly
Through my veins
Vehemently twisting
Connecting
Intertwining
My mania is astounding
It is stronger than I
And I have no control
Over my own thoughts
Or actions
I am a robot
Surging with energy
Mad as a hatter
A woman crazed
And on the edge of life
With my one last chance
At survival
And self-preservation
I sit
I become present
I am here
And this one breath
Can keep me safe
Can bring me back
And can carry me home
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 2:18 PM UTC
let’s explore the universe of love
.
like galactic butterflies
,
we soar, we link
,
we dance, we sync
.
lost in cosmic euphoria,
induced by the warming glow of starlights
,
& the undeniable feeling of being home
.
we marvel in the light
,
like sunbathing crystals
,
casting rainbows threw space
.
our beauty is endless & moving
.
we are so divine
,
& now we are free.
free to love, to dream,
to create, & to play.
we breathe in prana
& we feel peace.
we bask in the essence of love & oneness
.
we let it fuel us
& fill us up
.
look at us
, we are so high now
,
we are the sky now.
there is no going back
,
but we never would
,
cause the truth has never felt so good.
we were made for this
.
we were made for bliss
.
we are the fruits of this universal tree,
i was always you
& you always were me
.
now we are infinite.
now we are home
.
now we are alive.
oh tender heart
,
oh fragile mind
,
your soul is free
& so is mine
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
Prana flows through me like springtime,
Prussian blue glass jewels the coral sand.
I discover a life to claim as mine,
In a space of grace beyond time.
I bathe in Dead Sea salt and Spanish lime,
By candlelight Amadeus plays a baby grand.
In a space of grace beyond time,
I discover a life to claim as mine.
Crystal stairs illuminate the climb,
Old souls are close at hand.
I discover a life to claim as mine,
In a space of grace beyond time.
Dreams conceived in my prime,
Strong in faith, I stand.
In a space of grace beyond time,
I discover a life to claim as mine.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
As my breath is the one, prana,
And the life's pulse, pala,
Reaching angelic source, Sura,
So is this mind, manas,
A flowering unfoldment,
Unendingly reaching
The Eye that would it see,
Unbeckoning unto Thee.
As well, this Bodhi, a temple,
Of the four and fifth, nur,
So entered by Atma,
A Ray of Thy Sun, thus being
Winged and as such with wind,
Flying only in Dharma's dance,
Is returning to, Brahma, You.
There yet, by Thy Grace, go i.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
~ Ommm ~
I'm attempting to find inner peace on the top floor
of a down town community hall.
~ Ommm ~
I can hear the anxious siren of an ambulance;
its tone stretched out by the sound waves
that fail to keep up.
~ Ommm
Focus on your breathing... ~
For an apparently relaxation endorsing pose
right now I feel very uncomfortable.
~ Ommm
Look towards your inner eye.
See the beam of bright, white light shine
From your third eye.
See the bright light... ~
I can't see it, are there special opticians
For people who can't see through their third eye.
Maybe I don't have a third eye...
Oh no, I don't think I have a third eye!
~ Ommm
Focus of your breathing...
Focus on the bright light
radiating from your inner eye... ~
Okay I think I've found it, is that it?!
~ You should follow along
towards the golden temple,
Step forward.
And with each step
focus on the feeling
of the fresh, green grass
beneath your feet. ~
My right foot has serious pins and needles!
Don't think about it!
Don't think about it!
~ Your left foot is your Karma,
Your right foot, your Dharma
With each step focus on the feeling
of the fresh, green grass beneath your feet... ~
My Dharma has serious pins a needles!
Ouch, ouch, ouch!
Don't think about it!
Don't think about it!
~ Ommm ~
I need to move but I don't wanna disrupt my zone of inner peace.
Ouch, ouch, ouch!
~ Step into the pool
and feel yourself melt within it.
And lose the sense of having ****** form
Float into the nothingness.
Drift off into the water... ~
I wonder if there are inner eye lifeguards
For the little imagination people who can't swim.
~ Focus on your breathing ~
Pins and needles!
Ouch ouch ouch!
Maybe if I wiggle my toes a bit...
~ Gradually come back to the sense of having a body.
Feel yourself being bought back to life.
You are re-born. ~
Re-born?! Well, if you say so but
My right foot is proper dead right now.
~ Ommm
Keep gently breathing... ~
And now I better brace myself for
the many uncomfortable, complicated poses
that we will manipulate our bodies into...
~ Ommm ~
That distract us temporarily from the manic metropolis chaos
that's buzzing right outside the windows.
~ Ommm
Stretch out and breathe in that beautiful prana ~
The dusty air, choked with car fumes
and the diesel engine hum of the noisy dockyard nearby.
~ Ommm ~
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
The ace of swords
Double edged
The dawn of knowing
Watch as it rises
From the west
It's impersonal
Like channeling
The Holy Spirit
Brilliant tone
The right words
We spend hours
Attempting to conglomerate
What we all truly want to say
Declare
Pronounced
Ringing long after it's been said
My emotional depth
A void to fall into
Did you really think
My pure positive prana
Did not cast a shadow
Darker than Black Goddess?
Did I leave an imprint
In your heart...
Or your mind?
My name is Scarlett
My vibration sets things on fire
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
Small clouds scudding high
Mist growing on the water
The day begins red
And fish leap all a glitter
I smile, drinking my coffee
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
I whisper
To the Earth mother,
"Can you hear
My breathing?
Because,
I can surely
hear yours."
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
Composition of my body that leaves a space
Complete resonance with the world around me
Take me but treat me with care
I have but one long fissure of love
Magnify that with the salt of the earth
The birdsong and the fresh air that is ours
Dont regard me as a static soul
But one that writhes under the actions of being
The truly enacted movements witn intent
This soul is gentle and kind
Matched with a body giving
I expect little but the little must be special
The light in my heart burns deeply for you
It carries the fuel of years
Never ending but eternal.
Feed me with your love, take my soul
Treat it well and give too
The desire for completeness has been sated
The continuing elements that keep us
Float on a sea of tides
Pulled and caressed by the Goddess
She keeps us rounded, calm and serene
Breathe your life giving prana and rejoice
Whilst the light in my heart burns for you
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
It pained to know
That I am dead
I searched within
For the prana and pulse
It was dead too.
But why did it pain?
When senses were dead too
And who is this talking about it now?
Me?
Who is dead!
Or is it me
The unknown
The unraveled
The one that can never be dead
Unattached, untouched and unscathed
Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 10:50 AM UTC
tell me why
I am sat here again.
encased in glass
with my ear to the window
wondering what will happen next
tell me why I am here sat
unable to move
barely breathing
for fear of life
sat eternally emotionless
unable to face my fear
tell me why
i am still here
my tasks are not simple
but neither are they overtaxing
tell me why I cannot engage
*okay
listen my friend
this is why
you are not ready
you are not capable
you are not right
you are too small
for this world
it will swamp and envelop you
if you dare
to brush past it
so stay here with me
safe and sound
in this quiet solemn place
we call home
and be at peace*
let me breathe, i will breathe
my breath takes me through the glass
breathing deeply into my belly
I will let my prana carry me beyond the limits
set by myself long ago.
The breath will engage me
enlighten me
nourish me
give me food
and safety
I will try to find a home there
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
The urge to merge to the
Source of power
This light
That joyfully encourages the
Flowers to grow
Earth's veins like the river flows
Greater than my guilt or
My insecurities
This light only believes in
What's beautiful in me
I tried so often to call it by name
And realized it lacking as if
No words could explain of what
I was conceiving
It's a what and a why
A mystery to sense at night
While trying to sleep
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC
“You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!”
― Rumi
I thought it was over
your last breath
whispers from eternity
told me different
how I could feel
your presence
in the room
like you came from
the womb of space
to let me know
that from destruction
comes a new existence
unseen but real
luminous and deep
Soul is the prana
of life and you are
the breath the light
and the eternal...
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
.
God is dead
•
( only the immaculate love remains )
;:;
everybody does too little
Everybody talks too much
//
only PRANA & ME
stand together to hold and heal
//
in the woods the trees are crying
For water
and the stars
Align themselves completely
Soon the aliens shall be here
••
The magic of soil
The scent of rebirth
The fragrances !
The naked boy and girl
Sitting in silent meditation
And fertility
•
""
•
come on!
Quit pretending
That you don't know exactly
What's coming down !
•
She wrote a poem about death and rebirth
It was well received !
So for her
There was no need to do it !
Alas !
That is what she did believe
::
It's getting late
The last train left yesterday
So I guess we will have to walk
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
The single bird amazes me alone,
Its white plumage divides the sky ...
With other birds flying aspect,
Only with plumages finery
Fly with my look ...
Astroave Copernicus shine,
Resent the sun for your walking fingers;
But no warning ...
Because the Sun in its elliptical
No you can take.
When I approached her lying on the water,
Bathed colors with his sword,
My self drinks a glass broth it's water,
Before revived revive his face,
Super life of your trip ...
Thousands of feathers cover the vast sky
To pluck the skeleton ...
By plucking and filial love.
Astrobird sings with your reservation,
Because I've fooled into believing
Your eyes moving ...
They are inaugurating a new joy ...
That when the red flock,
Then rushed over the pole ...
Looking for warm water to heal,
And deicing my astral lagoon,
Lay down my head,
I opened your eyes with my hands
What a dream more real !,
I thought you lived even without your wings crystal.
Always when at night
I see your rings come polyhedron ...
slant faces times
bring life ...
to the female that came with your sword!
Prana Yoga - Vrja Ananda
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC