Short & crisp

[Unseeking Seeker]

bliss after-burn lingers
humming in the background,
undying like our breath,
moment by moment thus,
being love’s healing meth.

bliss after-burn lingers
magnetising our form,
fixating attention
on love’s magical play,
as our meditation.

bliss after-burn lingers
teasing and caressing,
it oft heightens rapture,
sending us in deep spasms,
raising our soul’s stature.

bliss after-burn lingers
as joy in permanence
and as we are consumed
from inside out by fire,
erst dark fears are exhumed.

Monchielle Stanza

[Unseeking Seeker]

waking upon the pathless path
we paused the cause to reflect
wherefrom arises the love storm
flowing within form unchecked

emptiness draws in magnetism
innocence in body prism is pure
bliss effervescence surges forth
within purged presence demure

as rapture suffuses every node
in heart abode we find our muse
love kind holds bliss in embrace
from our aura golden mists ooze

[Unseeking Seeker]

Why
are we
so afraid
of the dark void,
where were said to be
aglow but without form?
Bereft of senses, who’re we?
How do we wake up from deep sleep?
The question that so forms, borne by doubt,
prompts heart to plunge into that vast silence.

How still is heart’s stillness if there be thought
causing ripples scarring space and time?
Thus, renouncing our ownership,
vibrant nonchalance of soul,
bursts forth in full glory,
revealing stark truth
transcending mind,
that we are,
living
light!

[Unseeking Seeker]

Born illumined, with an open fontanel,
we were then entwined with universal mind
but crown closed as we grew, which did not bode well
for soul now trapped in ego's remorseless bind
and so we sank until we let out a yell,
screaming for freedom and since God's always kind,
He bestowed divine grace, igniting love's flame,
whereupon bliss drenched, we rose in life's endgame.

Ottava Rima

[Unseeking Seeker]

“Our steps we retrace, to imbibe God’s grace ~
That unending be soul’s divine embrace”
~ quote by poet


Within nothing there is something
that’s beyond reach of lower mind;
soul’s joyous hum that does so sing,
heart with bliss magnetism aligned.

Ego urge leaves us in the lurch
and so in cave of heart we perch,
that melding therein we delight,
as nodes within, bliss beats ignite.

Rispetto

[Unseeking Seeker]

not only not counting
even forgetting
milestones
we are wonderstruck as spirit
beauteously consciousness hones

behold how a flower blossoms
unfolding petal by petal
likewise we too ascend
the only doing we do
is will to God’s magnetism bend

life unfolds by itself
replay of what is already impulsed
déj�* vu experiences confirms our view
yet our heart takes delight
in imbibing each new bliss beat hue

[Unseeking Seeker]

With no mindless questions to ask
Swathed in blissful moonlight, we bask
The vast void is where we belong
Facade of form, a cloak, a mask

Vibrant presence sings a love song
Childlike heart taking all along
Ambling along gently with ease
Cognisant of our heart’s love gong

As erst patterns of old unfreeze
From this dream life, soul gets release
No longer by thought forms decoyed
Love wafts joyously like the breeze

Rubaiyat

[Unseeking Seeker]

upon hearing of
bliss of the butterfly
the sage too wished to taste
that nectar of the gods
said to never abate

the boon was denied
so the hermit surrendered
and entwined with the universe
whereupon love’s wings
fluttered as a verse

[Unseeking Seeker]

On first glance all seemed well
but the stooped stance betrayed,
tremulous heart shaken,
under weight of struggles,
soul yet to awaken.

On first glance all seemed well
but then we saw bondage
to cravings of ego,
which our fellow soul was
unable to let go.

On first glance all seemed well
but the conversation
only orbited fear,
so we had to conclude,
dark desires they held dear.

On first glance all seemed well
but something was amiss,
with head and heart not linked,
it showed inner conflict,
soul as yet not love inked.

Monchielle Stanza

[Unseeking Seeker]

Here we are, in this lucid dream,
shaped from thoughts we ourselves did stream;
stoic our stance, free from fears that bind,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.

With rage, lust, envy and greed trounced
and world of illusions renounced,
we’re toward love and light inclined,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.

Nonchalant through life’s highs and lows,
as flame of Christ in our heart grows,
we play our life role as assigned,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.

Each form we see, has God within,
so this is how our words begin,
gentling thought, we make our touch kind,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.

Kyrielle