we allow ourselves
to be consumed from inside out by divine magnetism just like a moth being burnt by fire in timeless time in as is ordained mind-body transmutes to become the flame then looking within we see no one is here |
eyes look to dice
rolling, rolling breath is bated hearts fluttering it is in a way a eureka moment although stuporous eyes look to dice rolling, rolling witness in equipoise allows heart’s delight to frolic in playfulness immersed in the role in vibrant nonchalance |
here we are
not fully awake yet not feeling lack mood and mode bliss recognising the play an effervescence of love sublime |
root and crown
choose to tango humming together whilst radiant heart witnesses the play secondary nodes join the dance pristine presence a delighted receptor assigns no preference to any energy centre having surrendered to God’s divine will in being so becoming a pillar of love and light pulsating with magnetism our form is burnt by bliss until we are consumed becoming the flame |
is the plateau
in as it appears to us mundane and commonplace look again, oh hermit let us infuse in the void our agendaless vibrancy may undiminished remain the sparkle of our soul’s innate luminescence in a time stretched continuum |
awestruck with aliveness
enabled by God’s breath breathing form so gently enigmatically, magically we look on in wonderment our soul mood celebratory rapture renewal continuum offers no niche for thought or stupor borne by patterns that now no longer serve us as we frolic about in the void the very womb of existence |
a playful bliss tingle
surges forth in our spine dispersing the sublime elixir across all nodes of form wherein each node glows in rapture the physicality of divine grace thus manifests in our form as thunder unmistakable no coming no going no doing just becoming |
from time to time
life sounds a chime enlivening silence we bid welcome to the vibrant bliss hum our mood celebratory our only longing is a sense of belonging to the all that is |
negating our solidity
we wish to vaporise wherefrom comes the pull that propels us to feel full what a joyride with God inside as silence layers silence in a rapture continuum |
hidden in plain sight
within our spine God resides both true and false for where is He not |
observing mindfully
upswings and downturns from the void of perfect stillness we witness with nonchalance Ferris wheel movement for our soul’s delight the eye of the hurricane hums in blissful silence as this dream unfolds |
bliss currents peak
eyes clench shut we are definitely out of the book no scripture validates the pulsations imbibed the external recedes we dwell in silence alone with this secret hidden in plain sight within |
the master’s touch
exhumes desire all is grace fruits of pleasure vaporise in the void leaving nothing to cling to all the doings are done though we do nothing the dream plays on |
promises and prophesies
are in timeless time fulfilled in as they take time to manifest after being created in the ethereal all that that has been set into motion is beheld by us in childlike surprise although eye of wisdom knows the manner of unfoldment |
equanimity
levity in gravitas spontaneity in conformity infusing vibrancy in stillness |
whilst resisting an urge
any craving that arises the fact that we resist signals discontentment with the way things are thus desire and aversion tango dance in the void orbiting the egoic doer which has no existence other than as imagined yet soul seeks refinement thus chooses resonance with God’s love and light pervading the universe and in exercising free will to expand its awareness by melding with the void intuitively chooses bliss wherein joy and harmony ushers vibrant tranquility |
an impulse arises
it relates to ego we look at it with curiosity before dissolving our pristine presence in the boundaryless void neither negating nor embracing it is our vibrant nonchalance that celebrates aliveness moment to moment without prejudice |
silence propels magnetism
bliss currents dance within our attention is thus fixated as soul presence witnessing transmutation of mind-body burning, becoming the flame in an endless time continuum |
in the stillness of every night
we are enveloped by magnetism teleporting formless consciousness encompassing the absolute vastness of both the manifest and the unmanifest during the waking state at each moment toroidal heart steadies the energy grid felt as a humming magnetic implant creating vital soma nectar divine within each cell of feeble form we share because we care hoping some souls will pair |
nectar drips from the third eye
enlivening the nose till nostrils we look not to the ancient texts to authenticate this occurrence which we know in definitiveness having been, seen and become the screen on which bliss plays |
reflections shimmering
in linear time seduce the tremulous heart now gentled by bliss ever humming within recognising the illusion manifest by the collective of which we too are a part |
of seeds strewn in existence
blossoming at their own pace all we do is outpour compassion being the only real substance that steers souls toward light ever aflame within all hearts |
love’s benign bliss burn
consumes us from inside out yet leaving us vibrant and enriched in an ignition renewal continual pulsating with potent force Divine Mother’s caress |
preachers practice not
vicarious knowing of lower mind collision of concepts dissolved in love unifies truth the void centric hermit having imbibed bliss is ever nonchalant dwelling in the heart |
innate aliveness
in both form and void tango dance beauteously rotating their polarities with each breath birth and death betwixt an interlude of love drenched trance captivates our heart enlivened by bliss |
dust on mirror
blurs the goodness of a radiant heart inner cleansing brings love in focus through reflections break the mirror |
all doings are done
which we appear to do although in truth we do not as the life spectacle unfolds in a continuum tranquil bliss vivifies silence |
innate affinity cajoles
desire and aversion to celebrate life head-heart discord creates turbidity stifling joy sparkling spontaneity childlike innocence is our nature allow love to blossom |
slipping in and out
state of slumber ever so gently soul awakes just notice this |
our daily chant
we call prayer is repetitive we die a little more slipping into stupor on each immersion where’s wonderment joyous astonishment of childlike innocence meld with the deity in a fusion of hearts nothing less will suffice |
space is the screen
time, the illusion we see it now luminous Self is self-existent transcendent yet immanent |
having been, seen and so known
now within form focused on Self awareness self-aware is as is in a peacefulness continuum transcendent in singularity immanent in earth duality integrating reality herein within the body vessel |
doing nothing as awareness self-aware
becoming the vastness by melding therein navigating the hinterland without a compass losing the thread of logic by joining not the dots relying upon intuition to guide how we glide memory imagery too released in the void all that then is is effervescence of bliss which we become |
being, becoming and so recognising essence of formless presence yet anchored to form earth life tests our resolve that we communicate inducing a seeking whilst also celebrating power of consciousness bilocation present both ‘here’ and ‘there’ simultaneously as the luminous Self |
upon being challenged
by animals in human form there’s nothing to be done except to blow them a kiss and move on respecting the journey of each soul |
as inevitable, it came to pass
and so the question was asked on whether we should abandon feral soul we'd ourselves tasked to spew toxicity that we may learn to remain tranquil even as we burn clever ego offering specious logic hinting we need not trauma bond why then keep a rear view mirror but heart joyously does respond effusing love, inane game end egoic will to God's laws bend |
our stuporous awareness
determined to co-create is quite prone to falter doublethink the thought this time from the heart using love as a compass |
when beggars look away
seeing our hardened face it is an infallible signal that our heart is unwell too long have we dwelt in a nonporous cocoon a cage with no windows the vast expanding universe invites us to come out and play radiating fragrance of our soul |
vibrancy of aliveness
magnetic and blissful in wholeness of being is how our soul throbs bliss renewal continual in void-centric stillness rejuvenates uniqueness of our creative impulse orientation celebratory nonchalant to outcomes embraces and releases life flowing through time |
marked by our intent
an action commences which if interrupted by randomness of fate causes in us no ripple being but spontaneity of the expression of life of which we are a part so we intuitively adapt dancing to the rhythm in a mood celebratory |
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