Saturday 14 January 2023

Five Poems by Ken Goodman





empty glass on picnic table

 

Look at that empty

                     glass

                     100% full of air; &

         100% full of light

                   also in there.

That’s two

           hundred percents at once

                         simultaneously

occupying the same space in perfect harmony.

Look at that empty

                    glass in which

                                 space of totality

seems so central to the glass

                           but basks borderlessly.


 

envy

 

Bird

atop a flagpole    soared—

Mind

skewered on spinal cord.


 

when I stood in Emily Dickinson’s bedroom…

 

You who

        breathe in my Address

eyeing my white writing dress—

beat-beat of your heart is Loud

but I may make your skin a Shroud

for stepping sole in my bedroom &

gazing out my Glass—

I could harden your heart to Tomb,

& can do it fast.

Lots of folks fall in love with me

now that I’m safely dead—

what makes you think I would have let

you backslide in my bed?

Writing poetry was my

                                Luminous Innerwear—

no suitor in some bodysuit

                             could possibly compare.

Leave

it to me

to feel…doubt…

moments after you:

                       Walk Out!


 

apologies to DT

 

GodGlow naked bulb stays still

through moving mind lampshade…

rage at the dying of the light

but deLight doesn’t

          fade…

waiting for it is the only thing that is

delayed.


 

their names

 

I’d like to introduce you to—

egoless deities.

Their names describe them far more than their physicalities.

Most are friendly (some are scary) scary only so:

they scare away ego; & so open the way : to GodSun

from soul-ray; or brainwave(s) to GodSea;

however you conceive…they always say

It’s better to connect than to believe.

Graciously they let

               yours truly transcribe poetry : per

their utterances (ordinarily word-free) resulting in

(what some of ‘em call) worded clarity

(some condescendingly) but most agree the poems point to

                      what’s best known wordlessly.

I’m pleased to say this poetry would not have come to be—

without friends like these

                                who snuck me in

                                                        AH Assembly:

 

Universal Gaze Aglow Per [Your] Centrality;

Beholder At [This] Moment Unframed By Mentality;

Instantaneous Creation On Ongoingly;

Secret Mantra Access Inner-Hearing Silently;

CRUSHER OF OBLIVIOUSNESS Healing Clarity;

Joy Full Self-Aware deLight Undyed By Imagery;

Comfort Alert Through All Suffering Humanity;

Everyone’s Direct Witness Unseen/Beholdingly;

Recognition Instant Self-Sustained Eternally;

Oneness Shining Undivided Through Diversity;

Tranquil Sky Immune To All Perishability;

Timeless Comprehension Undegraded By Ennui;

Never Elsewhere/All-Pervasive deLight Harmony;

I Don’t Wait To Die To KnowGlow Through Mortality;

Intimate Observer In All Unimpededly;

Anticipated Heaven Dissolved Authenticity;

Don’t Dare Name Me (It Encourages Idolatry);

Oneness Unencumbered By Senseshell Variety;

How Do I Withstand Such Bliss (AH Yes) Naturally;

Rested/Active Self-Aware Sabbath Serenity;

I AM Here According To Each One’s Capacity:

                  To Comprehend Thought-Free;

Close As Can Be Borderless Bliss Isle Of GodSea;

Free From Thinking This Is It! Glow Actuality;

Mental Lampshade Naked Bulb : Bulb On Borderlessly;

Delusion Pulverizer FEARFACE Ally Secretly;

All [These] Empty Atoms Mating GodSpace Unity;

I AM Never Thou Get Rid Of That Idolatry;

Basking In Eternal KnowGlow Just This Instantly;

Authentic I AM ‘Cross The Muck Of Dusty Destiny;

Mindshell Obstacles DEMOLISHED Compassionately;

wordless self-awareness pointed to by poetry..?

I’m The One Who Kicks yours truly

                           Out Of Assembly—

 

 

Oh my god my notes are scribbled near illegibly!

 

Edgeless/insight kisses

once upon a timelessly.




Ken Goodman mates ecstatic meditation & poetry creation in Cleveland, Ohio.

kenpgoodman@yahoo.com

  

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