What was said vs understood?

[Unseeking Seeker]

Accepting omnipresence of boundless space
and fixating our attention upon it,
we notice that from its pores in-pours God’s grace,
recalibrating consciousness bit by bit,
as our steps to heaven we slowly retrace,
requiring lamp of love in heart to be lit.
Silence, stillness and total thought cessation,
pierces the veil of space in meditation.

Ottava Rima

[Unseeking Seeker]

Both desire and aversion let’s put on pause,
for they should not exist and yet they appear,
so in the void of silence, look at the cause
of why ripples in consciousness our heart spear,
demolishing inner peace with its sharp claws,
manifesting thus at our core, a strange fear.
We discern fickle attention is to blame,
immersed in trance forgetting we are the flame.

Ottava Rima

[Unseeking Seeker]

Stalkers on the loose,
hope to cook your goose,
by thrusting their faith;
a falsehood, a wraith.

To know God be still
and soon voids will fill,
freedom from duress,
graced by love’s caress.

Discard each belief
to give soul relief;
simply gentle touch,
sans the scripture crutch.

We’ve found not that ism,
which ignites form prism,
ushering rapture
mind cannot capture.

Negate ego’s guile,
touch a tree and smile,
tread softly on earth,
heart bubbling with mirth.

Dear souls be aware,
there’s nothing out there;
God’s light is within,
seen if we go in.

Jueju

[Unseeking Seeker]

Accepting what is as is, let us rise,
ascending vibrationally each day,
wiping away tears in all moistened eyes,
walking the talk being the way we pray.
We already are, as we are, complete,
recognised in moments when thoughts are still,
in the void of silence, feeling upbeat,
sipping soma nectar to our heart’s fill.
Employing lower mind and senses five,
these instruments bestowed aid us in life
but God’s breath alone is what makes heart jive,
suffused in love mists, heart fully bliss rife.
Who we are in time we may get to know;
first things first, let us make flow of thought slow.

First things first, let us make flow of thought slow,
employing mind only when is required,
that shifting to heart, nurturing soul’s glow,
cravings of wayward ego are retired.
The compulsion to think is ownership
we assign to objects of attention,
so if nonchalance be way of worship,
we erase the cause of needless tension.
Living as of need and not as of greed,
compassion holding out a helping hand,
divine love pheromones in our heart breed,
invoking bliss as and when we demand.
So natural is path to soul’s ascent;
all we need to do, is grant love consent.

All we need to do, is grant love consent,
recognising God’s spirit in each form,
that then thus simply following the scent,
we ignite in heart, a benign bliss storm.
Knowing by feeling and so becoming
the flame of love and light that has no name,
God paves the way for our soul’s homecoming,
fulfilling our mission in life’s end game.
Time is an illusion and so is space,
so liken hermit, this life as a dream,
where we grow in love by God’s sublime grace,
by resting thought forms that endlessly stream.
Ceasing to weigh and size, embrace surprise;
accepting what is as is, let us rise.

Crown of Sonnets

[Unseeking Seeker]

be receptive dear soul
to the caress divine
at play within

feel the hum
of bliss magnetism
enlivening organic form

melding with vast space
a deep peace fills us
as we bilocate

God’s heartbeat
and His gentle breath
cajoles us to go in within

simply following the scent
of bliss pheromones
we vaporise

bereft of thought
by staid silence taught
light of our true Self dawns

discard concepts dear soul
all that is is God alone
we are His flame

[Unseeking Seeker]

“Does the universe really rehearse,
emotes of heart before penning love’s verse?”
~ quote by poet


It had all makings of a masterpiece,
nuanced right down to the smallest detail
but the flow of symbols brought forth no peace,
to afterglow trailing the comet’s tail,
so fake adornments needed to decrease,
else maze of metaphors would make taste stale.

Soft sounds of silence, sparking like stardust,
bypassed mind and spoke directly to heart,
etching thereon light strobes, love ousting lust,
seeing thereby patterns of old depart,
wooing the void, in time gaining its trust,
that divine consciousness, then inks its art.

How may laboured breathing weave words of love,
when all save man know, grace flows from above?

Hybronnet

[Unseeking Seeker]

In plain sight, space flickers
and right at that moment,
both palms and soles of feet,
tingle with magnetism;
pulse that does not deplete.

In plain sight, space flickers,
cognised if we be still;
God’s light shines from behind,
ours to know unless we’re
spiritually blind.

In plain sight, space flickers,
signalling it’s a veil,
which all pure hearts can pierce,
upon shedding ego
and desire tempests fierce.

In plain sight, space flickers,
so we’re both this and that
and as we bilocate
between earth and heaven,
God Himself shapes our fate.

Monchielle Stanza