Stillness

[Unseeking Seeker]

the aspect of us
in form encased
we look to as
a fallen angel disgraced

essence of presence
pure and unalloyed
reviews the body-mind
which is by desires decoyed

be this as it may
we are where we choose to be
vibrant formless awareness
frolicking in the void carefree

[Unseeking Seeker]

muse extinguished before release
lest symbols soil soul’s effervescence
who knows where lies fulcrum of a sneeze
or bliss as quintessence of heart’s fluorescence

attention animated thus poised in the vibrant void
essence of pristine presence flaps its wings
revealing soul’s luminescence unalloyed
emitting bliss mists when heart sings

[Unseeking Seeker]

with what purpose and to what end
do we fix goals related to ego
instead if we but will to God bend
we will garner wisdom very few know

recognising we are spirit, not form
there then remains nothing to be done
to whispers of love choosing to conform
we become the light of the central sun

[Unseeking Seeker]

Ensouling this form of dust, thrust of lust
rose from deep within our deluded heart,
feeding feral instincts and deeds unjust,
which were exhumed on adding love to cart,
whence we deemed all souls one and none apart.
The false dropped away; we became God’s light,
pulsating with bliss by day and by night.

Rhyme Royal

[Unseeking Seeker]

Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist
but imagining we’re distanced from source,
grace that uplifts, we begin to resist,
opting instead to employ use of force.
Mistaken we’re merely this body-mind,
we’re mired in pursuits, that are self-serving,
caught in ego’s inexorable bind,
believing we alone are deserving.
All that that is born, will one day soon die
but even though we see and so know this,
we live out our life as though it’s a lie,
hypnotised by the desire-serpent’s hiss.
Life is a gift, where each of us can choose,
to make love and light, flavour of our muse.

To make love and light, flavour of our muse,
it is clear we need a consciousness shift,
resolve steadfast, offering no excuse,
watchful that we are no longer adrift.
Negating nothing, we look at ourself,
noticing how thought forms rise and subside,
so sweeping clean fear clutter on our shelf,
with throb of conscience, we opt to abide.
Simple is the shift from our head to heart,
which basically means we surrender,
feeling, not thinking, thus God-search we start,
beholding each breath in childlike wonder.
The outer world no longer holds allure;
for all ills in life, love’s the only cure.

For all ills in life, love’s the only cure,
is what we see in the world of shadows,
love alone being that that does endure,
looking beyond lifetimes, as spirit knows.
Once we’re empty, fearless and desireless,
divine magnetism pervades feeble form
and holding steadfast our focus tireless,
our pure heart invokes within, a bliss storm.
Our counsel then oh monk, is to be still,
embracing and releasing joy and pain
and by doing so, voids within will fill,
healed by touch divine that cleanses soul’s stain.
We forget when we make a to-do list,
love alone is real and that’s life’s gist.

Crown of Sonnets

[Unseeking Seeker]

End seeking, energy’s leaking;
see ye not, God at us peeking?
Is not beauteous, blissful moon,
from vagaries of life immune?

The outer world holds no allure,
for love alone’s the only cure;
bliss beats rise, in rapture we swoon,
from vagaries of life immune.

A simple shift from head to heart,
allows bliss ignition to start;
our heart expands, like a balloon,
from vagaries of life immune.

Free from overthinking disease,
presence flows like the morning breeze;
caress divine hums a soft tune,
from vagaries of life immune.

For far too long we’ve played with fire;
our soul’s exhausted and we tire,
so to call of love we attune,
from vagaries of life immune.

To know that God and we are one,
all we do is just come undone;
each breath a moment opportune,
from vagaries of life immune.

Kyrielle

[Unseeking Seeker]

We chose to enter trance in this lucid dream
and then mistaken that we are body-mind,
we nurtured dark desires that caused fears to stream,
as swirling thought forms that gripped us in a bind.
We are yet at any given moment free,
if we unshackle presence from our mind tree,
whence cessation instantly reclaims soul’s light,
drenched in bliss magnetism, heightening delight.

Rispetto

[Unseeking Seeker]

space flickers revealing light white
we see it but others do not
likewise rapture of bliss delight
to know the secret be self-taught

Quatrain

[Unseeking Seeker]

Each time soul’s reborn, it begins anew,
with memory of its past life wiped clean,
feeling vividly each hue as though new,
truth of existence attempting to glean.
Love’s the only rule in this earth life school,
so on blank canvas of soul, we should ink
colours of joy but then lust makes us drool
and in quicksands of desire, we soon sink.
It seems then we are doomed but there is hope,
for God has provided us with a guide,
being voice of conscience, that we don’t grope
in darkness, reclaiming soul’s light inside.
The table is laid for joy readymade,
if we but opt in stream of bliss to wade.

If we but opt in stream of bliss to wade,
being flow of soma nectar within,
cravings of ego soon begin to fade
and our heart is purged from demonic sin.
To embrace magnetism is up to us,
simply since love employs no use of force,
so melding head with heart, making no fuss,
currents divine sublime steers our life course.
Love’s the magic that has no opposite,
resolving within its womb, past conflict,
making mind, body and soul composite,
provided we are not by ego tricked.
In void-centric stillness, witnessing life,
animating silence, our heart’s bliss rife.

Animating silence, our heart’s bliss rife,
tiptoeing softly in the void unshod,
allowing love to act as the midwife,
revealing inner light that leaves us awed.
Life is the fabric upon which we paint
emotes of soul, inked by our childlike heart,
so treading gently, mindful like a saint,
let us then make each breath, a work of art.
Born in the aether, God’s magnetic heat,
enlivens head to toe, our feeble form
refrain of love that always does repeat,
imbibed if we surrender to this storm.
Just as each morn, we’re graced by pristine dew,
each time soul’s reborn, it begins anew.

Crown of Sonnets

[Unseeking Seeker]

let’s say it like it is
no one else can feel
zing of bliss magnetism
that imparts zest and zeal

alone in midst of many
we share but none can pair
rapture within that rises
of consciousness self-aware

life as impulsed unfolds
we play our role as ordained
yet from fears and desires
soul’s been long since unchained

we see through subterfuge
with a kindly eye
within each form we see
God’s presence draw nigh

vibrant in aloneness
as we are breathed day and night
boundaries blur, clear light dawns
betwixt bliss beat’s delight

both immanent and transcendent
encased in feeble form
how may we delineate
our heart’s toroidal storm