What was said vs understood?

[Unseeking Seeker]

Oh
hermit,
we have heard
that you have seen,
that which is unseen,
namely the face of God
and that too in broad daylight,
so with folded hands, we request
you to please teach us all the practice,
following which, we too may see the light.

Dear soul, the path to follow is pathless,
appearing on its own when we seek
with a pure heart, in childlike trust,
making mindful every touch,
seeing God’s light in all
for that is the truth,
so recognised
in the cave
of our
heart.

Etheree

[Unseeking Seeker]

Liken the fontanel as the tenth door,
which soon after birth, slowly becomes closed,
whence blinded from truth, we feel not our core,
immersed in hypnotic trance self-imposed,
floundering about through life indisposed.
Freedom’s enabled when we pierce the crown,
which occurs when our turbid thoughts calm down
and heart purified, ego is decried,
that love entwined, in stream of bliss we drown,
in the vast void glide, amazed and wide eyed.

Dizain

[Unseeking Seeker]

Is not God a concept, till we see Him?
How will memorising scriptures assist?
Conditioned beliefs make our soul’s light dim.
Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist.
A Hindu believes God takes many forms,
whilst for a Christian, Jesus is the all,
Muslims adore Allah, Buddhists bliss storms;
myriad paths, that drive us up the wall.
First things first, let us find out who we are
because it’s clear, we’re more than body-mind.
God’s omnipresent, so he can’t be far.
Sages who saw Him, were with love aligned.
Is not attachment, the cause of sorrow;
regrets of past and fear of the morrow?

Regrets of past and fear of the morrow,
deflects attention from the here and now;
heart contracts as ego spawned fears burrow
deep in our core, since such thoughts we allow.
Back to the basics, we ask, who am I?
It’s said we are soul but we’ve not seen it,
yet whenever we err, we feel heart sigh,
so the lamp of love in heart must be lit.
We look to nature to set doubts to rest.
Doing nothing, we see a rose blossom,
so it’s sure we too will rise to the crest
and the secret lies, deep in our bosom.
The clue is simple as to how to start;
to introduce ourself, hand goes to heart.

To introduce ourself, hand goes to heart,
a move instinctive, because our soul knows,
that once head and heart do not stand apart,
the tree of love within us slowly grows.
So choosing to bend, that we may ascend,
we pause the cause of flow of turbid thought
and past relationship with ego end,
that in tranquil silence, we be self-taught.
The shift is easy and yet difficult,
since it does require taking back control,
surrendering membership of each cult,
including religions elders extol.
In timeless time, silence does enable,
our presence in the void, always stable.

Our presence in the void, always stable,
looks back at life led, knowing it’s a dream,
for sans identity, what’s the label
that may describe a beautiful moonbeam?
Layer by layer, concepts we held fade
and though we seek nothing, light within dawns,
felt as magnetism that assigns no grade,
imbibed without effort, as our soul yawns.
This current divine penetrates our form,
bringing with it deep wisdom from heaven
and we’re swept away in this benign storm,
that cascades within, through chakras seven.
Pathless is the path which we walk upon;
with each breath we take, we’re here now reborn.

With each breath we take, we’re here now reborn,
with our void-centric stance, bereft of thought,
bliss energising this form we adorn,
past fears and desires, are reduced to naught.
Life as impulsed, continues to unfold
but free from want we become nonchalant,
our aura inked with love, in hues of gold,
as God Himself becomes our confidant.
We see our true Self, resplendent with light,
as God, our Father, erases erst sin,
bestowing on us wisdom and clear sight
and having seen, we know, He dwells within.
Myriad are beliefs, to feed every whim;
is not God a concept, till we see Him?

Crown of Sonnets