| DAO Affirms Wholeness | Unmanifest DAO affirms the truth
that wholeness is of oneness.
Ten thousand things just manifest
the nature of that Oneness.
Made of flesh that has a soul,
man sees himself divided.
“Soul and body are not two things.
They’re one; always... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| Amber Dim~Brightness | ...so the Wise
Keep good Noites
KNight's Codes of Ethics
For Path centering
Priorities of Zen
Practical to save
Help or 'Being There'
At Just the Right thyme
Staying Centered
Like a Dänçer
Sitting in Tomorrow
With a Hoop
And a... | Suzi Lilith B |
| The Thought That Lingers: Part Five | The thought that lingers perpetually,
is quest of man to know himself:
the ontology of his beginnings;
of his descent and his ascent;
of his being and his becoming.
This quest itself holds man in dread;
of thought of his fragile existence;
... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| The Form of The Good is Without Blemish | Man, by nature, is philosophical;
a lover of his own nature;
probing his self by reason; to know himself;
descending into his spiritual Self;
into the bottomless pit of his soul.
Probing the appetites of what nourishes his roots;
of what... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| Pure | When you say I love you,
To me it’s something more.
It’s not about some pleasure
But a trust that’s truly pure.
Depth in friendship is quite rare,
And seems impossible to find.
But when I think about our talks
That’s all that comes to mind.... | Gelene Beverly (Pat… |
| A Birthday Present | What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful?
It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges?
I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want.
When I am quiet at my cooking I feel it looking, I feel it thinking
'Is this... | Sylvia Plath |
| Tao6:: Compleat-ness::Zen | The Valley Spirit Endures
The Mystery, Incense
Curling into Mesquite patterns
Or the Indian Musk.
The Spirit is She
The Mystery
The Doors, la Puerta
Dela Mujer, the Lady
Is the Root
Of Earth and Heaven
Forever Endures
Forever is a... | Suzib.53754 |
| Psyche’s Refracted Light Gives Ego Spark | Descent and ascent,
human search to know ‘The Self,’
journey of ego,
is archetypal journey
into The Great Unconscious.
Journey of ego,
as reflection of Psyche,
creates its own spark,
serving as a bright lantern
in cultural mythic realms.... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| Love This Big | I want you to look at me
and see you looking back.
I look at you and I see such strength...
strength enough to accept all of my... | Emburr Starshower |
| ToTthe Right Honourable The Lady Elizabeth Germain, Upon Seeing Her Do A generous Action. | When Ruin threaten'd me of late,
With all its ghastly Train;
Some Pow'r, in Pity to my Fate,
Sent bountiful Germain,
Her Soul is mov'd with my Distress,
And kind Compassion shows;
That gen'rous Hand, long us'd to bless,
Quick mitigates my... | Mary Barber |
| Portrait of an Archetypal Artist | Emissary of the underworld
Lord of celestial darkness
Inchoate master of disguises
Enveloping the imagination
Zaddik the Priest to forgotten saints
Ennobling their ancient epiphanies
Rejuvenating rootless rituals…
Purveyor of unwanted... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| Lovelight | Hear me calling, you shining orb,
out in dark, sister of Earth.
Cast your light into eyes lonely as my howl,
so my mate in hiding see her way to my side.
Rest when dawn beckons,
and know that I am now We, and that tonight's
call of the alone... | Ron Stillman |
| Shadow Play | As the sun goes up, the shadows come out to play. Like a sundial telling time during the day.
The halo of the darkness of a second you, is also the mirror image of you. Faceless with a shape, a reflection of perfection.
With side eyes. Both... | Shanique L Marshall |
| DAOIST Principle of Unity | All the opposites
spring from the very same source.
Neither superior;
differing only in name.
The Gate to All Mystery.
A DAOIST thought:
“The Gate to All Mystery
lies deep within us,
connecting the opposites;
in harmony and balance.”
... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| The Oldest Song | For before Eve was Lilith. -- Old Tale.
"These were never your true love's eyes.
Why do you feign that you love them?
You that broke from their constancies,
And the wide calm brows above... | Rudyard Kipling |
| Amintiria din Cenusa | Bratele tale ce candva erau o simfonie
Ma nbratisau in note nalte
pline de armonie..
Placeri prea scurte am trait
baiete, nu ți-e dor?
Ai observat ca pe fundal
Nu mai exista NOI.?
Oare ai gasit ce cautai in alte melodii?
Ori ai in minte... | Bandi Cristiana |
| Teril, Love Knows No Greater Kindness | Temperance is yours.
Eye of patient watchfulness.
Ready to uplift others.
Incline them to their self-worth.
Love knows no greater... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| Bereshit Unfolded | Before there was Light
Everything was all Darkness
Repelling Reason
Enlightenment still hidden
Silence symbol of Wisdom
Her Knowledge resting
In quietude of Oneness
The Art of... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| I am Time Fluid | I am time fluid,
Not quite accurate, never precise
I get there when I get there,
Incensing others to incite
their fear that I won’t appear,
at the minute they expected,
Maybe feeling a bit dejected -
or rejected in their plans...
But I... | Kari Michele Chrich… |
| The Intensifying Mystery | Intensity...
A need to be grasped... When time has elapsed... Our hands shall be clasped...
In unity we must gather, or rather- look forward towards our father- our God, our Creator, our Master Operator...
Baby I can feel it in our bones, the... | Kari Michele Chrich… |
| KNight Zen Tao | KNight drëams
Súeñas
Subtle thoughts
Píensas
Become the Clouds
In the Morning Brew
The Clouds
of Heaven and Earth
Sense "the Mother
of the 10,000 Things"
The Hidden remain
The Clues of the Day
Flowers and Vague Words
of the Garden
... | Suzib.53754 |
| Important Data | First was furniture from chatham furniture,
Then from rooms to go.(i used to work there)
Next form furniture specialist,
And mam's furniture makes four in a... | Woodrow Anthony Sau… |
| Halogen III | Neon lights, glowing bright
Halogen mopped street
Weekend crowd, out in night
Seeks weekly retreat
Pub is full, music on
People on the floor
Death of thoughts, still unborn
Been here months before
Found a guy, in the corner
Sipping alone his gin,
TV... | Kaushik Ghosh |
| The Unmusical Chair | A poem a day keeps the doctor away,
But what if neither poetry nor medicine can heal this dismay?
The seat that I sit in is locked in its ways,
And no musical chair can get it to play.
The tides of the ocean may continue to sway,
And the... | Climax |
| Rain and the KNight Flower | Rain
Soft sounds
Memories
The KNight Rose
Fed by the Rain
A Fresh Garden Scent
A Thyme When
Däncing In the Rain
In the Darke
Of the Knight
And the Mystic Light
Of the Moon
Fed my Soul with Memories
Held in my Inner Soul.
... | Suzib.53754 |
| Clouds::Nubia | The KNight becomes
the Clouds
of the Day...
Drëams - Súeñas
Become
the Morning Dew.
(JadeStar aka... | Suzib.53754 |
| Happy Valentine's (3H's) | Happy Valentine's
My Friends
Age rhymes Sage
And Mage,
My Generations,
I wais Hep-Cat
Cheshire Heppy Gypsy
Hippy
Peppy Gypsy
Happy
Señior Gypsy
+(the Señorita)
Happy Days" Valentine.!.
14Febvruary Fever 2023.... | Suzi Lilith B |
| Ode to The Etheree Poetry Style | Poetry of thought:
Etheree, O Etheree!
The art of writing…
Ouroboros poetry…
Revolving ‘round its center.
Poetic wonder.
Arkadelphia project.
A creation by…
Etheree Taylor Armstrong.
Delphic oracle... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| Esoteric Rose | Esoteric Rose
The Garden of Words
Ideas .. Ideals
The Rose, the Lotus
Star Jasmíne
Aloe Vera. Star Anise
(Anias Nin)
The Garden Maze
Muse
A Labyrinth of Memory
the Twist's and Turn's
of Kind Fate
Music heard in a SeaShell
or the... | Suzib.53754 |
| The Tiger..Ariel Again | The Day begins. .up at Dawn
Before the Dawn
Darke Shadow's meld into One
A Candle's prayer... Candlelight
and the 'new' Modern ElectröLight
...ÇiProga...stretching...Yoga
Style, Ashtray, Pens and
My Book(s) of Paige's...
La Dia empieza con... | Suzi Lilith B |
| I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud | I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine... | William Wordsworth |
