The Digital Dispatch

From NOEBIE.net

Original Poems

Sonnet 5

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Ninety-Nine and Forty-Four

While planting garden, very few will opt
To set aside space for a weedy spot
We till and tidy to keep the weeds out
Leaving greens and cascades of color popped
A stagnant pool into which leaves have dropped
Becomes a stinking brew of filth and rot
A consciousness into which anger’s brought
Becomes a life from which love’s flow is stopped
To seek the undiluted truth today
To focus without distraction on AUM
Welcoming beauty, calm and all good gifts
In unadulterated purity
Attention ever inward flowing on
Thought, word and deed aligned, and naught amiss

Sonnet 4

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Everything Comes and Goes Except the Truth

The rich young man asked what else he need do
To which the Master replied “One thing more:
Come with me, once you give all to the poor.”
He went away sad. He could not let go.
The Master sent forth the seventy-two
To heal and to preach. He said don’t prepare
Provisions will come from God’s ample store
Take no gold nor extra clothing with you
How much baggage do I carry around?
How much do I cling to things material?
Thinking I am who I think that I am
Like Chinese fingercuffs keeping me bound
Patterns of grasping, deep, emotional
To loosen the grip: Satya Hai Ram Naam

Sonnet 3

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Unconscious Cleptomania

We believe that we would never steal and
Look with no mercy on any who do
But we go grabbing for anything new
Always scrolling for a great new deal and
Nevermind the child who toils at the wheel and
Endless insatiable desires pursue
We believe we own all in our purview
Yet today we live on unceded land
Can we turn from consumption? Theft? Disgrace?
That which failure to trust God evinces?
You can never get enough of those things
You didn’t really want in the first place
So pine not for objects of the senses
We have all we need – all good gifts He brings

larry hart

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you were as witty
and urbane
as cole porter
and ten times as cynical

i was reading
schopenhauer
last night
zip
i’m a heterosexual

i wish i could have found you
wandering the streets
of the city
drunk
soaked
bewitched, bothered and bewildered

before the pneumonia took hold
and your book ended

Inversion

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cross of living wood
man suspended in time
serene saint
martyr
bound and unrestricted
in this hanging
the man is the tree

root moves to the top
at the first inversion
all is brighter now

release the expected pattern to see
the hidden pattern
of the Universe
fall into alignment
dive into resonance
surrender to harmony

flow