Stillness

[Unseeking Seeker]

Above the crown chakra we sense,
a moist cauldron oozing with bliss
and as we breathe in love’s incense,
we’re bestowed Divine Mother’s kiss.

Though beyond boundary of skin,
as we are therein anointed,
with each breath we anew begin,
our attention single pointed.

Boundaries blur, nodes within stir,
conjoined as a collective whole,
with joyous heart pleased to concur,
with our newly ordained life role.

We analyse not boons of grace,
as steps toward God we retrace.

Hybronnet

[Unseeking Seeker]

As light of Self encased in organic form,
keeping this remembrance always in focus,
we’re poised in stillness in each and every storm,
expanding our heart along the love locus.
Save this awareness no practice is needed,
for when love as the voice of God is heeded,
all doings in our life are done by His hand,
which in surrender, soul does so understand.

Rispetto

[Unseeking Seeker]

To invoke God’s grace, we slow down life’s pace,
that we may cognise each offered surprise,
beholding in wonderment bliss beats rise
in the cave of our heart, soul’s dwelling place.
On recognising life is not a race,
we distance presence from the web of lies
spawned by lower mind, whence our ego dies
and then we see our true Self, face to face.

Our true being rests outside space and time,
made in God’s image, resplendent with light,
in ineffable peace, feeling complete,
renewing within itself bliss beat’s chime,
consciousness aware in drunken delight,
with pure intent emoting its love tweet.

Italian Sonnet

[Unseeking Seeker]

As God’s spark ensouling organic form,
I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm,
divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space and time.
I am love and light, causing heart to chime.

Rhyme Royal

[Unseeking Seeker]

We’re he who spirit has chosen to christen,
transforming within form each and every cell,
which reflecting God’s light, sparkle and glisten,
synced to rhythm of bliss beats, boding all is well,
that thus gentling attention, as we listen,
we sense vibrations of Om, the cosmic bell.
In time form becomes a flame that has no name;
tempest of bliss magnetism, we cannot tame.

Ottava Rima

[Unseeking Seeker]

latent tendencies
simmer in the subconscious
surfacing in dreams

superficial silence
soapy film of a bubble
bursts when tested

stuporous awareness
as yet bemused by illusions
is blind to light of Self

to regain control
we bilocate consciousness
in playful spontaneity