What was said vs understood?

[Unseeking Seeker]

To feel variety, our heart flutters,
setting up the cause, which has an effect,
transformed as thought forms but who would suspect
that misaligned from source, our mind stutters.

Playful intent of soul, thus deflected,
hijacked by ego, we claim as our own,
soon becomes our destiny, we bemoan,
unless love inks thoughts, till they’re perfected.

Given this preamble, we can now see,
that once our erst fears and desires are shorn,
we dance to the rhythm of God’s supreme will,
signalling that with His laws we agree,
our false self dies and we’re here now reborn,
drenched in bliss mists, simply by being still.

Sonnet

[Unseeking Seeker]

the luminous ovoid of Self replicates
the omnipresent lustre of God’s light
made in His image this is our essence
eternal and renewing itself within itself

with this recognition viewed directly
back here within the mind-body cage
as both transcendent and immanent
we share this truth with those who pair

[Unseeking Seeker]

To climb Jacob’s ladder
became an ambition
of the earth entity
non-existent.

The object
assuming an ego
took itself to be real
and so set about it’s task.

Following holy scriptures
kneeling before idols
brought no solace
to its heart.

Exhausted
and in despair
surrendering doership
its pure heart invoked bliss.

Identity itself the blockage
a veil which when fell
revealed the light
of true Self.

[Unseeking Seeker]

On befriending silence, heart’s still
whence voids within, on their own fill,
bliss beats rise within, all home grown,
path of love by God has been shown.

Who in truth we are we mistook,
so we browsed through the holy book.
Wisdom of Christ is etched in stone;
path of love by God has been shown.

We are at our best when thoughts rest,
free from fear, no load on our chest.
Cover of ego is now blown;
path of love by God has been shown.

When we surrender, we then rise,
beholding each offered surprise;
grace divine continues to hone,
path of love by God has been shown.

Negating desire, soul afire,
dumps lust in the funeral pyre;
into bliss pastures, heart has flown
path of love by God has been shown.

Mind and soul surrendered to God,
we tip toe into heart unshod;
no desires remain to bemoan
path of love by God has been shown.

We’re not form and once we know this,
doing nothing we imbibe bliss.
Watch that thought hermit, watch its tone,
path of love by God has been shown.

Made in God’s image, living light,
our heart pulsates with bliss delight.
Life’s been given to us on loan,
path of love by God has been shown.

Kyrielle

[Unseeking Seeker]

Designated as a this or that
Captive to needs of feeble form
We feel both limited and incomplete
Until cradled by divine love caress warm

We see clearly there are two of us in here
The one who’s hijacked soul is the ego
Thus living light remains in bondage
Till fears and desires, we let go

In staid stillness we so recognise
That we’re far more than body-mind
But to transcend limitations on us imposed
We must leave each and every concept behind

Silence paves the way for our soul’s illumination
That that never was dies, that we may rise
Wonderstruck beholding light of Self
Demons of darkness capsize

[Unseeking Seeker]

first stirred expectation, then denial
shroud of negativity, a dark cloud
betrayed we reacted, soul contracted
shattered was our heart that once stood so proud

feeling alone, despondent and forlorn
as chance had it, we were stung by a bee
this happenstance was divine grace of course
for through searing pain, clear truth we could see

in the case of the bee, no angst arose
for though it hurt us, it knew no better
so accepting the bee, just as it was
our heart felt not that it was our debtor

now, if the bee is placed in human form
its appearance will change but not instinct
so the flaw is in us, the way we look
our ego not yet with love and light inked

conjuring a script of expectations
deluded ego dwells in the shallows
know oh hermit, if we indulge therein
sorrow will lead our soul to the gallows

accepting all as of evolution
we embrace and release, as does the breeze
head and heart entwined, there’s no confusion
equal in joy and pain, flowing with ease

Quatrain

[Unseeking Seeker]

Melding with sunset’s fading light
Before the day turned into night
Magnetism rose, heightened delight
I drew in God’s grace, byte by byte

The happenstance was simply this
From head to toe, I felt pure bliss
Caress of Divine Mother’s kiss
Rapture leaving nothing amiss

Void of polarity exchange
Oft gives birth to soul stirrings strange
Enhancing vibrational range
Signalling it’s time for a change

Lamp of love’s lit in cave of heart
Feel therein bliss ignition start

Quatorzain

[Unseeking Seeker]

Owing to a pact we made long ago,
God’s angel appeared to us in disguise,
offering to restore light we’d let go,
arising from our life choices unwise
but the promise came with a proviso,
that if our soul seeks to climb to new highs,
we must first agree to make our heart pure,
with eye mindful, touch gentle and demure.

God’s light, the angel said, is in our heart,
so given this clue, known to very few,
we deemed silence as the best way to start,
for sans thought, our heart’s pure, like morning dew
and thus simply by adding love to cart,
we resurrected our soul’s light anew.
Ego disappeared, God Himself appeared;
we became the light, by sages revered.

Ottava Rima

[Unseeking Seeker]

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it”

~ Machiavellian counsel by Oscar Wilde
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Struggling with temptation,
creates a dilemma
requiring our free will,
to discern and so choose,
nectar or ego swill.

Struggling with temptation,
in truth’s a no brainer,
either which ways we win,
if free from addiction,
renouncing ways of sin.

Struggling with temptation,
keeping our heart carefree,
go not with base instinct
but pause a while to think:
is our intent love inked?

Struggling with temptation,
reflect this oh hermit;
why did the urge arise,
although we now do know,
that soul lives, body dies?

Monchielle Stanza

[Unseeking Seeker]

Today in silence, let’s glean,
ratio of golden mean;
a Fibonacci design,
with which all life forms align.

Examine the human face,
as this secret code of grace;
nature displays life’s imprint,
which we may call, God’s footprint.

Eggs, seashells, trees and flowers,
yield to God who empowers;
the shapes and forms they display
and to the cosmic drum sway.

The Word or the cosmic sound,
makes galaxies go around,
in orbits that God has willed,
by vibrations He has trilled.

All existence manifest,
is by God’s sublime touch blessed
and love’s pattern now is clear,
of how we may draw Him near.

Jueju