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    Kisses of cosmic consciousness
    Kisses of cosmic consciousness
    Kisses of cosmic consciousness
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    Kisses of cosmic consciousness

    By DEAN C. GARDNER

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    The days of the epic poem are far behind us. So few writers nowadays adopt poetic form of fiction tales that resonate with such a large audience. From love to war to spirituality to self-identification Dean C. Gardner's contribution to poetry and fiction genres provide a medium for those who seek an alternate approach to the typical novel a

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGoldTouch Press, LLC
    Release dateJul 7, 2020
    ISBN9781952155567
    Kisses of cosmic consciousness
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    DEAN C. GARDNER

    Dean C. Gardner, author of postmodern books, studied with Dr. Campbell Tatham, a phenomenologist, at the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee for eight years, endowing him with the discipline to probe the unknown. Another foundation for his books is the work of traditional haiku poets, including Basho, Bucson and Issa - which led to Gardner's understanding of the Zen experience as the poetic leap in Western literature. Gardner is a Christian phenomenologist.

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      Kisses of cosmic consciousness - DEAN C. GARDNER

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      Kisses of Cosmic Consciousness

      Dean C. Gardner

      Copyright © 2020 by Dean C. Gardner.

      Library of Congress Control Number:      2020912262

      Paperback:    978-1-952155-55-0

      eBook:           978-1-952155-56-7

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

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      Contents

      SECTION 1:    With What Matters

      SECTION 2:    The Rise of the Everlasting

      SECTION 3:    Onto this Side

      SECTION 4:    The Leading Edge

      SECTION 5:    The Glory of the Deep Touch

      SECTION 6:    An Eye to the Unknown

      SECTION 7:    The Trumpet Sounds

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      Dedicated to my 5 grandchildren.

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      SECTION 1

      With What Matters

      To grasp

      The mysteries of life

      As cosmic consciousness defines

      Time and space

      The third eye probes

      The unknown

      With the deep touch.

      Although hidden meaning flourishes as the shadows

      Of what matters, becoming there follows the light

      Emanating from celestial clocks through a portal

      To a one-dimensional reality.

      It is from there that mind launches self

      Into the domain of the given as an epiphany

      Of wonder carries the heart with the rhythm

      Of pure music.

      While meditating upon things in themselves

      Becoming there transcends the dull round

      And enters the light of the always, already there.

      Then, mind beholds the dance of the phantom.

      Then, cosmic consciousness rubs life

      Into a presence and the shadows

      Of hidden meaning embrace the third eye

      With visions of eternity.

      So, the calculus of time and space

      Reveals the unknown as the mystery of life

      And things in themselves picture the drift of Truth.

      Then, life smiles with understanding.

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      The romantic feel

      Freidrich presents in

      Above the fog

      Takes the look

      Into a domain far beyond

      The here and now.

      The sky

      An ethereal elixir

      Poured into what is there

      Carries the moment

      When time reaches

      Into the magic

      Of becoming there

      As space fills mind

      With mystery.

      Then

      The earth groans

      Into knots

      Of contemplation

      The rise of possibility

      In thought.

      How

      The timeless age

      Of the always already there

      Thrusts cosmic consciousness

      Into things in themselves

      Rising from the fog

      Drawing visions

      Of forevermore.

      Upon a precipice

      Taking his stand

      A man with no shadow

      Dressed in black

      Looks into the expanse

      And the landscape

      Rises from the drift.

      There is

      A hollow

      In his presence

      Where the unknown

      In life dances

      With the song of Truth

      Beckoning

      Times and a half

      As he seizes

      The passage of destiny.

      He has reached

      The pinnacle

      Of celestial dynasties

      Launches a plunge

      Into the other

      As fog conceals

      The dwelling of the living.

      Then

      The man in black

      Soars into a thought

      Of the deep touch.

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      An old man sat

      Before forevermore

      As one day saw

      The end of another.

      Trapped

      By the passage of time

      He surveyed a way

      To redeem time past

      With the hope

      Of gathering peace

      As his bones ached

      And his mind drifted.

      Picking his way

      Through moments

      He recalled the visitation

      Of the deep touch

      When faith carried him

      Through chaos.

      Marking each day

      As a triumph

      He believed himself

      Beyond outliving self

      As he saw his life

      As an odyssey

      With the authentic

      Article.

      He could not lie to himself.

      Then

      His mind stirred

      With magic

      As thoughts took him

      Into the mountains

      Where the wilderness

      Tugged on his heart.

      So

      He became a free spirit

      Far beyond self-deception

      And he measured his life

      With treasures

      Found in becoming there.

      Preparing himself

      For death

      He filled moments

      With thanksgiving.

      Then

      He remembered the painting

      The Blue Guitar by Picasso

      As a song orchestrated

      The foundation of his life.

      Onward Christian Soldier.

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      So

      The kisses of cosmic

      Consciousness

      Awoke the patriot

      To becoming there

      As a first light

      Of thought carried her

      Into the unknown.

      Approaching the domain

      Of what mattered

      She brushes away

      Self-deception

      And throttles toward

      Truth.

      Then

      A rush of wind

      Burst through

      Hidden meaning

      And the patriot motored

      Through the reaches

      Of time and space.

      To live

      Beneath the star

      Spangled banner

      Allowed her

      The breath of freedom

      As she meditated

      On The Word.

      Her trance

      Allowed her to traverse

      The expanse

      Following the way

      The Truth and the life

      As her belief

      Fueled the moment

      With passion.

      How

      The anthem

      Of Truth trumpeted life

      Into her soul

      As mind empowered

      The muscle of liberty.

      Then

      Belief restored

      The triumph of life

      Over oppression

      As wickedness perished.

      So

      Ever approaching the center

      Of the universe

      Delighted her heart

      As she felt

      The beauty

      Of the purple mountain

      Majesty.

      So

      Becoming there is

      Always approaching Truth

      Through the third eye

      A portal to the beyond.

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      As cosmic consciousness

      Penetrates

      The heart of the artist

      Vision stirs the mind

      With the authentic article

      And the phantom. dances

      In the looking glass.

      Time stands still.

      Suspended

      In the moment

      The artist meditates

      Upon a figure sitting

      In the shade

      Of a fig tree.

      There is

      A world of want

      In this figure’s heart

      His need

      To understand

      Driven by the void

      Within him.

      Without a purpose

      Time leaves a spirit

      In nothingness

      A faint echo of life

      Ending in a supplement

      Of a supplement.

      Then

      The phantom. leaps

      Into a song

      As pure music

      Elevates

      Phenomenal reality

      Onto the threshold

      Of the deep touch.

      Then

      The artist configures

      The architecture

      Of becoming there

      As faith establishes

      Purpose.

      So

      Dasein is a figure

      Caged in self-deception

      While becoming there

      Looks onto eternity

      Through the looking glass.

      Reaching into the unknown

      The artist pulls this figure

      Onto the rhythm

      Of cosmic consciousness.

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      So

      The crows know life

      Through the connection

      Between becoming there

      And cosmic consciousness.

      So

      The patriot follows

      The flight of crows

      Into the authentic

      Article

      As Truth pictures

      The dance of ideas.

      It was

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