Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.
There are certain states beyond mind, beyond social self-image -- even beyond any bodily sensations. They so much feel like that innocence of early childhood while we were too young to be forced into becoming socially acceptable beings.
As I am daily sinking into that essence of who I am, I am experiencing something divine; something impossible to translate into words. So, as I gently snap out of it, I can't bring it into my wakeful sate -- albeit its taste as though dictates that peacefulness, calm, and equanimity, that prevail in the rest of my day.
Then I can even write my satires in which it appears that I am "bitter" about the human condition in the world -- but they are all written with a Mona Lisa smile on this face. While I love mankind, I refuse to carry the weight of collective stupidity on my shoulders, for I am not responsible for any of it.
So I have cultivated and refined my mind into simplicity of loving and respecting every moment of my life. Is it hard to cultivate? Paradoxically, it's quite difficult only because being mainly survivalists, people's instincts don't allow them to surrender their need for being constantly in control -- so, if it's not easy, it's impossible, and that's why it's difficult because it can't be easy..
True meditation has something almost ghostly in itself, as I don't feel that I have a body at all. And in many ways it's a trip into a realm of the unknown, where everything familiar ceases to exist. It's pure consciousness.
Some associate these states to something like "awakened kundalini energy". Well, I have been doing kundalini breathing for a long time, and meditation even longer -- but I won't make any esoteric claims. To me it's just something that I feel. And it feels absolutely outlandish and divine.
In some clumsy attempts, the spirit of that experiencing is described in following pieces of my prose in rhymes.
Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.
-- Ma Jaya Sati Ghagavati
Deep I drift away from my everyday story's myth
sinking into realm for which words don't exist
at first feeling heavy like a fleshy monolith
then lighter than feather or morning mist.
All sense of myself familiar so well
dispersing like a cloud unblocking sun
with emergence of something hard to tell
but recognized again like an old show's rerun.
Feeling a sort like homecoming after trip
heart-felt nostalgia for something gone
unutterable liberation from ego's trip
something so unique for me alone.
It's so futile trying to share that intimate state
and these words are clumsy way of such try
but I want to tell you about something great
outlandishly divine if like that pie in the sky.
Called "pure consciousness", and I agree
like a body-less state, almost ghostly to feel
so much more godly than an ego could ever be
but without need to close palms, or need to kneel.
See the world like for the first time; see it through the eyes of the child, and you will suddenly find that you are free.
-- Deepak Chopra
If I Could See With Baby's Eyes
Sometimes I wonder how it would feel
to be that baby again that I used to be
then I experience something so ideal
fantasizing about what I would see.
If I could see with tiny baby's eyes
unaware of what they are seeing
I'd let the world come to my size
just forever loving and agreeing.
If I could hear with baby's ears
cannons would play lullabies
laughter come out of tears
and truth replace all lies.
If I could touch with the baby's hands
it could be your face I would touch
with tiny heart that understands
why I'm loving you all so much.
If I could smell with baby's tiny nose
winter would have aroma of a spring
and dandelion would smell like a rose
every beggar would smell like my king.
If brain could have orgasms, I am pretty sure this was what it would feel like.
-- Cora Carmack
Flares of Bliss
In the past at moments when I felt like this
they would ask me if I had smoked weed
as they only knew of an artificial bliss
so it had to be marijuana or speed.
Interestingly, it's not nearly as contagious
as the pissed-off disposition would be
it may even be seen as outrageous
by those on daily misery spree.
That's why I mostly reserve such a mood
for times of my meditative walks in park
where I won't appear as a weird dude
while I'm free to be happy as a lark.
How I do it -- please don't even ask
no amount of trying will get you there
for if it's not easy -- it's impossible task
the only explanation I could think of so far.
Suffice to say -- just off hand
it's about the ability to drop it all
nothing to know or to understand
just let your mind have that free fall.
Don't hold on anything, be a kid again
chasing butterflies on aromatic meadow
to see it from adult perspective is all in vain
for, kid can't feel blissful in authority's shadow.
The true secret of happiness lies in the taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.
-- William Morris
Happiness Not Shared
Sometimes I feel on top of the world
eager to share it with every living soul
but witnessing others in misery curled
and not to touch me with ten foot pole.
Like a leper shunned by the crowd
I used to feel on so many occasions
just happy and not appearing proud
getting no soft touch, only abrasions.
So many don't get animated by you
when they see you happy and aglow
they'd rather see you pissed and blue
that's what their eyes oftentimes show.
Should I feel guilty for my every smile
for feeling light like a birthday balloon
at times I envision all grouches on pile
and with first rocket sent to the moon.
Regardless, I keep having my solo fun
with every flower, baby, and a blue sky
basking my happy heart in summer sun
borrowing wings of a carefree butterfly.
Video narrated by someone who discovered his own bliss
© 2020 Val Karas
Chrish Canosa from Manila Philippines on December 13, 2020:
So much to cope in here! Your message really do make sense.
An awesome day to you ;-)
Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on December 12, 2020:
A beautifulday written piece, with many takeaways, and much food for thought.
Life keeps on changing and so does our thinking towards life, the way we deal with it. I believe that, as we age we become more matured, we worry less about what other's opinion is, about us. We start living in the moment, have a sense of gratitude about the good things that happened to us, and start accepting what went wrong.
Happiness is a state of mind, and each morning, we must remind this to ourselves and start afesh.
Many thanks for sharing this wonderful article. I really enjoyed reading this.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on December 12, 2020:
Once again you have touched upon something amazing.
Few people understand how to be blissfully happy. How to just be in the moment without worrying about all the adult stuff in their lives.
I must admit that there are times when I fall into that same category where I let things bring me down.
But when I awake each morning I am unconditionally happy. Ready to start my day with a skip in my step.
Some peoole find it a bit odd that I can be so perky, but I call it feeling alive.
Like I am part if this vast universe.
I cannot say that I truly meditate, but I do talk to the universe quite a bit when I'm alone.
Thank you for another great read.
Keep being yourself and write more fantastic poetry.