Stillness

[Unseeking Seeker]

Ends usher beginnings, pristine and new,
since we cannot cross the same river twice,
thus in time stretched peace, watching life renew,
each breath intake is felt as paradise.

Ah, to be awake, whilst calm like a lake,
irrespective of vagaries of fate,
in vibrant emptiness, nothing at stake,
having risen beyond mundane debate.

With both mood and mode, embrace and release,
presence leaving behind no residue,
wafting through time like the fresh morning breeze,
delights as God’s boundless blessings accrue.

Pausing nowhere, awareness self-aware,
knows the truth as but a breath of fresh air.

Sonnet

[Unseeking Seeker]

Fullness in emptiness the norm
Drenched in bliss mists, we feel complete
God has energised feeble form
We sense Him as magnetic heat

Fears and desires have been renounced
Fullness in emptiness the norm
Distanced from outcomes, ego’s trounced
With laws of God, we now conform

At the centre of love’s bliss storm
We are still, yet voids within fill
Fullness in emptiness the norm
Making easy ascent uphill

There is nothing we need to do
Befriending silence we reform
Nodes glisten as bliss beats renew
Fullness in emptiness the norm

Quatern

[Unseeking Seeker]

The flame of awareness is held by God,
which we cognise when fickle mind is still,
that ego vaporised, frigid heart thawed,
dove of love perches on soul’s window sill.
There is in truth nothing we need to do,
save remaining poised in the vibrant void,
mindfully sensing throb of bliss renew,
revealing our pristine Self unalloyed.
Thoughts are the blockage and once we know this,
feeling, not thinking, head and heart linking,
we are bestowed by Divine Mother kiss,
shifting us to awareness unblinking.

The difficulty is in letting go ~
Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow

***

Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow,
which reworded means we cease to exist,
save as a love mist reflecting God’s glow,
melding with vast space, ceasing to resist.
Now since we do not wish to disappear,
we continue flirtation with desire,
dwelling in darkness and harbouring fear,
remaining thus in bondage till we tire.
On realising there’s nothing out there,
we finally stop struggling and striving,
turning inward and becoming aware,
of lower mind and ego conniving.

For God it is enough, that we seek Him ~
It matters not if sight of soul is dim

***

It matters not if sight of soul is dim,
provided our heart is childlike and pure,
by day and night singing for God a hymn,
weeding away lust, making soul demure.
What happens then is this, suffused with bliss,
all nodes within form dance in unison;
the serpent rises, with a benign hiss
and we reclaim light of the central sun.
Our transmutation thus as living light,
is done when we choose with God to entwine,
whereupon we’re graced with spherical sight
and with His law of love gently align.

Beholding soul’s light within, we are awed ~
The flame of awareness is held by God

Crown of Sonnets

[Unseeking Seeker]

the light of Self is embodied
a sphere of eternal living light
implanted in our upper chest
a few ribs below jugular notch
representing our spiritual heart

chakras above and below whir
enlivened by energy from source
the frontal vertical grid is aflame
with the rear held erect by spine
magnetised by the light of Self

[Unseeking Seeker]

Divine Mother Herself anoints our form,
borne by magnetism ushering cool heat,
wherein all our presence does is conform
to divine bliss pulsations that repeat,
each strobe unique, bending low at God’s feet.
Are we the witness or the performer,
we know not but love index gets warmer,
as this sublime rapture begins to rise
within this urn, a step-up transformer,
beheld by presence in childlike surprise.

Dizain

[Unseeking Seeker]

Below jugular notch, high on our chest,
the light of our Self radiates cool heat,
signalling we are being by God blessed,
for we’ve surrendered our will at His feet,
thus becoming aware of love’s bliss tweet.
Now that the dweller of our heart is known,
we’re comforted that we walk not alone.

Rhyme Royal

[Unseeking Seeker]

With each life breath ushering dawn,
the past that once was, has been sawn,
that playing the cards as they fall,
outcome any, we stretch and yawn.

Each pulse within, is God’s love call,
reminding us we are the all,
as divine light, that lights all lights,
surging within as a bliss squall.

As both form and throb that delights,
poised at zenith of rapture’s heights,
burning in this mind-body urn,
we perform our ego’s last rites.

Watching the boomerang return,
the law of karma we discern,
which but asks that we love with care,
gentling touch, with mindful concern.

Pristine awareness, self-aware,
having chosen with love to pair,
then imbibes wisdom from God’s mind,
a glow which is beyond compare.

Rubaiyat

[Unseeking Seeker]

a notch higher
above the head ovoid
grazing the crown chakra
a moist ethereal implant awakes
signalling embodiment of transcendence
within the aspect of consciousness immanent

the happenstance pleasantly occurring in the night
animates bliss fixated at the fontanel for an hour
somewhat like the hand of God on our head
wherefrom other nodes too imbibe grace
silently honing the Sahasrara portal
readying us for what’s to come

[Unseeking Seeker]

The inner sound current and rapture of bliss,
entwine with empowerment of soul’s third eye,
with fragrance of sacred ash veiled as God’s kiss
and as senses so converge, in joy we sigh.
In this way as bastions of ego are stormed,
layer by layer we are slowly transformed,
with the false falling away, we cease to sway,
beholding the light of Self, as clear as day.

Rispetto

[Unseeking Seeker]

Imagine a vertical column of light,
beginning at root, going up to the crown,
a tube of magnetism ushering delight,
expanding that energy flows all around,
reverberating thus by day and by night,
wherein all cells of form, in bliss rapture drown.
Pardon our diction; this is fact, not fiction,
here now within form, ego’s crucifixion.

Ottava Rima