Im 81 now, retired, and like a philosophical/spiritual hermit who writes poems. Began writing poetry just over two years ago on my Poetry Blog. Cancer survivor, gained enormous personal and spiritual growth from the cancer. Work out 3 times weekly. Ride an exercise bike 2 hours daily.
I have written over 3,000 poems to date in a little over two years, and I write at least 3 poems daily. I have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and often research info for my poems.
I’m not enlightened, but I’ve seen the white light that is bright like the sun and received a permanent spiritual experience, a partial kundalini energy awakening since age 27 that still flows in me to this day, to this moment.
I believe compassion is important for true spiritual growth, and, to borrow from a Sufi saying, that there are as many paths to God as humans have souls.
Last, I see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation. I base this on reading and listening to many near death experiences since the 1970s.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention, that’s me with my best bud Bigfoot on the header of this website. Yeah, I know you’re not believing it, and lol you’re right. The Bigfoot is an AI rendering; the pic of me is accurate.
Enlightenment
White Light illuminates the darkness of the inner night.
To mystics common fare, to others never there.
One in whom the sun never sets sees it everywhere.
Bob Boyd
Kundalini Rising
When he got initiated into meditation in Cambridge, MA
He heard a soft snapping sound in the center of his forehead
And his mind was flooded with bliss that lasted for over an hour
He felt as if he’d come home, the place he was born to be
He felt like he’d been a Hindu monk in a former life
Two years later, at a little over age 27
He’d had many experiences of transcendence,
Inexpressive bliss and profound peace
During every meditation spiritual energy
Rose gently from base of his spine to the crown of his head
And around it, kind of like the drawings of halos
You see in various religious renderings
But despite the blissful meditations he
Was a hardcore party guy, drinking to excess many nights
With the possibility of Alcoholism in his future
Though he always got his meditations in
One morning as he sat in meditation in deep relaxation
The the energy rose up faster from the spine and
Lit up his head with white light bright like the sun
His consciousness began to expand beyond his body
And he felt he was going to merge with the cosmos
And leave everything near and dear to him behind
Including a girlfriend he loved beyond measure
He pulled out of meditation shaken and awed
Three lights flashed above his head
The next day in a health food store in Boston with a friend
He felt the spiritual energy rise from the spine into his head
Never had it arisen outside of meditation
His eyes widened a little fearful but awed
He thought he might be entering Cosmic Consciousness
Prematurely, which could have had disastrous results
His friend said, “Bob, you look like you’re on acid.”
Though he never experimented with LSD
He said, “Man, I feel like it.”
Later in the day, the energy dimmed down
But the day after that when he was with his girlfriend
The spiritual energy streamed up again and didn’t cease
Instinctively he knew what went up was never going down
Thereafter it streamed up 24/7 and has
For over 50 years, and he never drank
After the initial awakening of the energy
Like pouring swamp water into spring water
Bob Boyd
Insightful Chats about Kundalini Energy with ChatGPT
One of the Saddest Days in Davao, Philippines
I couldn’t watch when they lowered your little coffin
In the ground at that Philippines cemetery in Davao
I couldn’t watch your six years of challenged life ended that way.
I just couldn’t bear it. I was holding back a thousand tears.
My heart was breaking with the worst heartaches of my life.
I had to stay in the background on that saddest of sad days.
I couldn’t get up close and watch that coffin lowered in the ground
With you such a little child, who never had a chance in life, dead in it.
Your mother was able to stand there and watch
God bless her, I don’t know how.
Born with water on the brain, you never had a chance.
No playgrounds, no schools, no friends, no high school
No girlfriends, no proms, no jobs, no love life, nothing.
You couldn’t walk or talk and your six years spent helpless in a bed,
Seemingly oblivious to the world and your surroundings.
How my heart grieved for you, even though you weren’t my son.
I hope to see you in the afterlife, healed, happy and walking and talking.
And I hope you got a reward in the higher life for how
Shortchanged you were in this life.
Breaks my heart you didn’t have a better life.
Bob Boyd
Under a War-Torn Blue Moon
Through fires, smoke, and the stench of bombs, the moon was war-torn and blue.
Alone, dazed, shell-shocked, grieving, my heart was too.
My life destroyed, my mind numbed, my hopes shattered.
They bombed the hell out of my beautiful city and killed my Anastasia,
who bled to death in my arms in seconds, while I was helpless to help her.
My sweet angel, my love who had accepted my proposal of marriage
before the bombs fell and turned our city and our love into rubble.
My world a nightmare without her, a godforsaken, war-torn hell.
Crazed with rage, I marched into battle to avenge my sweet angel Anastasia.
With nothing left and my life over, like an insane Viking berserker, I’d lost my fears and become like a crazed beast.
The enemy troops fear dying, but I don’t; a noble death will reunite me with Anastasia.
Dying is all I have left. I’m empty inside, marching through
this dystopian nightmare of corpses and dead dreams.
The cadence of a thousand determined boots marching summons
me to war under a blue moon that’s as broken as I am.
Bombs explode around me, soldiers and civilians screaming and dying.
I fight the battle raging and fearless, indifferent to the horrors,
like a bulletproof immortal protected by the gods of war.
The battle ends; we win; still alive, I collapse on the battleground,
the stench of gunpowder permeating the smoky air,
blood running in rivulets in the streets.
And I cry countless tears for my sweet angel, my love, my wife… Anastasia.
Bob Boyd
Bear Whisperer
I used to be a Bear Whisperer, one of the best;
I charmed bears from coast to coast.
Just a well-timed whisper or two,
And like lions lying down with lambs,
Ferocious bears became teddy bears.
My fame reached almost everywhere;
On radio and TV shows, I was a regular guest.
I became a traveling international celeb,
Even tamed exotic Scandinavian bears,
And in Siberia, I whispered to Russian ones.
I never met a bear I couldn’t subdue
with a whisper or two, until one near-fatal day.
An Ursus americanus in the Rocky Mountains
growled, charged, and like a wrestling pro,
clotheslined me to the hard mountain ground,
nearly making me his bear-whispering dinner.
A park ranger’s warning shot sent him speeding away.
It wasn’t a rookie near-fatal fault on my part;
My whispering technique should have worked.
But the bear was hearing impaired,
and I couldn’t whisper sign language.
Bob Boyd