in-form awareness observes
universal consciousness flowing in the vastness of omnipresent space single eye spherical in the physical beholds the noumena ethereal making the complex simple |
multitude of bubbles burst noiselessly
or perhaps it is we who vaporise in space either which ways, the manifestation is bliss why would we complain? |
slowing down our gait we wait
for as long as it make take for each node to awake in stillness sedate tranquil watchfulness unhurried beholding bliss bubbles burst quenching our soul's thirst ego’s long since buried oh joy like virgin moon crescent vibrant is-ness of being-ness one with That Oneness is self-luminiscent |
There is no out-breath
For when we exhale Centred in the void It becomes our in-breath There is no in-breath What enters, is grace At play in our system Enlivening feeble form |
as the universe appears and disappears
pulse of aliveness displays myriad hues then ego surfaces, assigning meaning to divine magnetism dancing in forms deflecting attention, mitigating bliss until single eye restores equilibrium layer by layer as we thus vaporise no one remains to weigh and size |
struck by a memory lapse
within a dream we lived ego limitation taunts disconcertment inexplicably arises as noose of duality tightens should we indulge or yawn at this play underway rooted in doership so, so stuporous or shift our attention in thought rested stillness where the throb of bliss renews |
soul as self-existent living light
choicelessly choosing to crystallise retaining luminosity in ambedo trance engages therein as long as it likes to rise again in wonderment is this the ultimate delusion |
rapture renewal
each caress virgin divine tease of delight displays uniqueness vivifying silence singularity within duality so magical |
daily updates forecast, rehearsed stifling soul's spontaneity gravitates yet toward the light pulsating within our core as bliss beats renew divine splendour truths so affirmed valid in their own right yet err when symbolised unable to cross the river twice even as the void too shifts flickering at its whim inverting polarity |
drawn to the light instinctively
we nestle therein, then pause looking at the inky black void which without doubt is a veil concealing God's living light but the fact we see darkness signals we are yet in bondage that silence alone can unshackle |
detecting a subtle sense of urgency arise
we pause the upsurge, going to the source being but the eternal aliveness of our soul as yet playfully exploring its creative impulse which seemingly for no reason bubbles forth so we do nothing save distilling the life flow in the cauldron of bliss ever humming within neither seeking nor resisting ~ just renewing moments conjoined in the continuum of time |
anticipated outcome fulfilled
anticipated outcome foiled these are not of significance the bondage is anticipating |
presupposing renewal of breath
continuity of memory linking time gradually accepting our limitations trauma bonding with habit patterns spontaneity of innocence sacrificed we mark out our territory in a cage decorating it with objects of desire of which creative impulse too a fetter snarling if any intruder comes close living alone in our cell with mirrors in fading light |
having opted to wallow in the shallow
we feel fully, live fully, the sunken vibration this too is a pulse and each pulse has a pause the void of cessation is where we choose to dwell |
with space and time both being eternal
we as an entity are an object of the subject yet for the object to live, the subject must breathe its vital life force into organic form to enliven inert dust this knowing reveals we are both subject and object delighting in the play of concealing and revealing aided of course by the maya veil of forgetting until silence enables us to remember |
Space and time are not eternal
It was made... for us to grow.. Souls are eternal... Our effervescence mingles in life. |
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Yes, you are correct! Intermediate truths … like Guru being God as one with God, the life giving sun eternal though it too will die one day but for practical purposes eternal. I came across an interesting affirmation by Alice Bailey just a few days back where she calls space an entity. Thus we are in its womb so to speak. Interesting reflections. Meanwhile, silence takes us where we need to flow. |
premonition, deja vu and clairvoyance reveal that life as unveiled has already occurred impulsed by soul in the ethereal domain there then being only limited free will being response to life as it unfolds where if we be tranquil and acceptant nothing at all need be done for all is well recognising that this life is but a lucid dream and time itself is an illusion replaying vibrations already created but played out in slow motion solely for our heart's delight and soul growth which we have ourselves so chosen to feel resolving conflicts in the cauldron of love in time transcended blissful stillness |
slow fire, temperature altered
discern the trigger point does it not precipitate moment to moment why then stupor |
refining soul sensibilities
whilst retaining spontaneity gravity of wisdom carried lightly holder of the flame vaporises transformed as a bliss mist |
there is no path what is, is a fusion of energy bandwidths both invisible and manifest wherein as both part and whole presence partakes of elixir offered feeling the contrast of both pain and joy nonchalant in the vibrant void of no-thingness |
the human entity that feels employs body as a springboard in bondage to gender and tendencies looking outwards then reviewing inwards the pulse of duality from fulcrum of oneness celebrating even delusion made possible by form thus both captive and free |
time stretched calm
a tranquil peace agendaless energy zones enliven presence bliss dance uninhibited rapture continuum renews divine pulsations virgin each love hue new heart toroidal entwined with crown dissolves manifest polarities spectrum of active cognition becomes boundaryless in dynamic stillness |
we be to become the cosmic drum's hum behind the screen of space-time one with the absolute pulse sublime then descend from God's heaven feeling contrast on earth haven ensouling this feeble form with bliss currents warm learning thus to rotate polarity we are both in oneness and duality aided by bliss pulsations that remind to be still and free from desires that bind resident in, within but not of the world wondrous as flag of love's unfurled caressing us my day and night rapture of unbound delight 05-December-2022 |
bliss transmutes as peace
attributeless, spacial whilst retaining it’s vibrancy the magic replays within merging polarities centred everywhere |
a crow flies by
our perfunctory glance both stuporous and apathetic refusing energy exchange an opportunity missed |
a street urchin
we look away that’s our choice his soul recognises lack of compassion we will meet again with roles reversed before we merge into God’s light |
phenomena
noumena we take our pick as they appear and disappear with each breath in our consciousness |
we are either aware
or in hypnotic trance former void centric latter, form centric as we choose to be |
dissolving into eternity
sans entity identity universe vessel gongs a bell a wake up call for God's bliss squall to renew love's pulsation that creation feels sensation |
liquid light crystallises
vaporises when realises it is in deep ambedo trance so chooses to alter circumstance by surfing the very edge of the void without being by lower mind decoyed thus both manifest and unmanifest earth life jest love drenched fest free from desire and aversion renewing bliss immersion |
decay dismays
renewal rejuvenates to which transient attribute does our fickle heart yet cling |
habituated to joy currents
we encourage bliss magnetism to dance within our body as it likes but it's pain that we choose to resist and therefore feral residue yet remains within feeble form, as delusion unresolved just like the unshapely jagged rock we prefer the river's gentle caress that smoothens edges over time minding not laboured breathing in our decaying organic form the slow path, definitely why then complain |
one with breath
flowing into form feeling bliss beats one with breath moving into space where peace pervades at breath flow pause shimmering living light recognised by inner sight |
our creative urge
flirts with silence polarities entwine silent bliss thunder pervades the void flow of time pauses heart’s muse inks the canvas of life with music sublime reverberating thus like a cosmic drum |
melding with God's life force
pervading the universe feeling divine magnetism nurse soul's fertility coarse we are and so we be allowing karma to burn in this mind-body urn a bliss mist joyous and carefree surfing the edge of vast space dipping in and out of the bliss pulse that’s throbbing everywhere at once no riddles to solve, no goods to chase save renewing fervour to entwine with God's boundless love and light elixir sublime that bestows delight veil of space lifts as we so align |
clock ticks
unnoticed the newspaper unread vibrant aliveness knows nothing of this celebrating renewal of bliss thunder within |
with bliss as the centre
let us draw a circle boundaryless and expanding enveloping existence in vibrational equivalence whilst retaining uniqueness of the wondrous starlit sky creating therein a pulse of transformation and renewal unending |
may the way we look
at both space and form infuse innate vibrancy of love's effervescence that existence reflects beauteous bliss hues as a butterfly effect setting aflame with joy supernovas of light till nothing else remains save love |
Love has no bearing
Without life. Life without love It has no bearing... I love life. |
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