childlike innocence
loving and spontaneous hesitates not to embrace tremulous souls yet captive to ego who are as yet not awake love’s effervescence is a ceaseless outpouring fragrance of a flower warmth of the sun seduction of the moon caress of the breeze pulsating in the vibrant void now and forever |
dream forms arise and subside
reminding us of fears entertained the light of Self resides inside but wisdom not yet fully ingrained we watch the waves ebb and flow in truth it has nothing to do with us release each impulse in stillness slow we are at peace in God’s bliss bus |
present here now in the life flow continuum
ego shorn, here now reborn, we wish not quite due to memory imagery silence enables, ego disables we oscillate in between without struggling being immune ego dies, we rise light of Self revealed deeper yet, the noumena presence at peace in the void inexplicably descends in turbidity to feel colourations of stark contrast yet finding a blissful rhythm in the storm |
if attention be absent, then we are not present in as not quite so in active mindful cognition thus Turiya as screen of consciousness dims for awhile its resplendent lustre as presence languishes in stupor softening attention rescues us with ego resistance removed requiring active negation in a mode of surrender to the light of Self aflame within |
We judge no one simply because
there’s no one here and hence no cause, to assign an ethic value, on shifting hues as they renew, save when fellow souls are caused harm, whereupon with love we disarm, ignorance in those who have strayed from truth and hence their auras greyed, a fault, that’s easily set right, seeing in all hearts, God’s light bright. |
something within shifts
as our consciousness lifts it feels like God’s applause when we obey His divine laws in truth we do nothing for this yet are bestowed with bliss chakras soundlessly whir we hear our soul purr |
heart and fontanel entwined
mirror each others emote we play our role as assigned joyous in God’s bliss boat this feeling is not a metaphor take it, oh hermit as real when with pulse of love we concur we shift into a realm ethereal |
dead of the night we awake
Divine Mother has the right awareness placid like a lake beholds truth in direct sight that that is seen is a knowing osmotically in us percolating doing nothing, we keep flowing caress divine heart elating |
recognising the this that is
free from prejudiced memory our consciousness bilocates between duality and singularity and thus as both dreamer and dreamed as both the manifest and formless space the universe appears and disappears just like the waves of the ocean delighting heart with its beauteous refrain albeit with each hue new as it does so renew cognised by essence of presence within in a continuum of bliss energised stillness |
the head ovoid is capped
with luminosity of Self which we feel vividly as petals blossom radiating light |
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