Bardo of bliss
Before moistened grief crystallised in eyes dries,
humming aliveness of our heart exhumes pain and positioned thus in the bardo, we rise, as pristine soul presence, free from ego’s chain invokes bliss magnetism to gently baptise, wholeness of being in Holy Spirit’s rain, moment by moment thus, all moments entwined, dwelling in love and light, each breath reassigned. Ottava Rima |
The way we are
celebrating the gift of life
receptive and acceptant mode vibrant nonchalance surrendered to life’s flow presence is centred in bliss whose each hue is new as it within us does renew the outer follows the inner in intuitive playful motion resonating with vibrations that emanate from the void distilled by our radiant heart there is nothing to be done save embracing and releasing the pulse of divine magnetism cascading within body vessel in a time stretched continuum |
Secret love
Caress of grace sublime, shows on our face,
of peace that surpasses understanding; a jigsaw puzzle others cannot lace, our aura both gentle and commanding. It’s not that we don’t share but few can pair, with the road map that leads to joyous bliss, stemming from soul’s inner light, self-aware, borne by pure love of Divine Mother’s kiss. Symbols we use, interpreted by mind, are in truth addressed to the heart centre, so it’s best we leave all knowing behind and simply allow bliss mists to enter. Resting counsel of ego deceptive, clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive. Clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive, whose life purpose is God search in earnest, cognised by soul’s mindful eye perceptive, allowing love seeds in our heart to nest. Love is not a pretended emotion and therefore we must first choose to be still, distancing ourselves from thought commotion, dwelling in silence, till voids within fill. All that that comes and goes is unreal and with this understanding we begin, living in the moment with zest and zeal, weeding away cravings that lead to sin. When such emptiness becomes our soul’s choice, we begin to hear whispers of God’s voice. We begin to hear whispers of God’s voice, when we hold steady resolve and focus, upon which we feel nodes within rejoice, moving in form along the bliss locus. We may call this Holy Spirit or chi but leaving labels for the time aside, what happens is for the first time we see, that the God we sought resides deep inside. Beholding God in clear sight, light soft white, we see that our soul’s made in His image, pulsating within with unbound delight and with this knowing, we become a sage. Having no mundane, earthy goals to chase, caress of grace sublime, shows on our face. Crown of Sonnets |
Stoop to conquer
Upon choosing to surrender,
we feel within, soundless thunder; Holy Spirit moistens dry beaks, as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Cleansed of erst feral residue, love glistens like the morning dew; there then are no energy leaks, as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Shedding lust, we’re a child again, measuring neither loss nor gain; voice of conscience to us then speaks, as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Letting innocence have its way, in joy presence begins to sway, we behold then soul’s blushing cheeks, as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Entwined with the vast universe, heart sings a melodious verse; desires exhumed, no one here seeks as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Kyrielle |
Embrace and release
Breath by breath, as we bilocate
between lower mind and our soul, throb of life never does abate, that makes us feel blissful and whole. The 'trick' we employ, is to flow, pausing but to smell the roses, innocence igniting heart's glow, striking always playful poses. Knowing now that we’re living light and that life's but a lucid dream, viewing life with spherical sight, we cling not to thought forms that stream. Mood and mode, embrace and release, no demons remain to appease. Sonnet |
Patience dear
We know now who we are Which is, simply stated, living light Nothing changes, life goes on as before But touch gentles, having garnered clear sight Earlier we were asleep and now we are awake But who we are and were does not change We now dwell in bliss that suffuses form Transcendence seems not strange We see life as but a lucid dream We are pure spirit in mind-body shell Awareness self-aware no longer in trance Marks with reverence the place where ego fell Grace imbibed ours but assimilation yet awaits So life lessons are repeated as in school We go through life in as is ordained Recognising love’s the only rule |
Bardo of bliss
In time dissolved moments, early morn
Between the sleeping and waking state In this bardo of pure bliss, we’re reborn Love’s caress enlivens presence chaste Each dew drop of joy, a unique unicorn Aglow in our light, throbbing with delight We are transfixed by soundless thunder Feeling complete, heart refuses to alight Savouring elixir divine in childlike wonder Embarking fearlessly on a wingless flight Nodes within form hum a tune in chorus In rhythm with the music of the universe Each pore a door, receptive and porous Frolics with joy, without need to rehearse At dawn soul thus becomes a bliss torus Quintain (Sicilian) |
subtle yearnings
if our fontanel tingles
or third eye glistens our throb of anticipation quickens as soul listens we tend to neglect other nodes that pulsate if our eye be single why do we discriminate as spirit enlivening form and we as the all-there-is feel within each sensation innate vibrancy of bliss differentiated perception ride on the Ferris wheel may then all coordinates hold to heart equal appeal |
I Am That
In the dead of the night, I stirred from sleep,
waking up in bed to rapture unbound, borne by bliss nectar that had seeped in deep and presence choosing therein to be drowned, found itself standing here on holy ground. Each node within pulsating with delight, heart was teleported to zenith height, as my formless consciousness filled all space and thus my body, awash with God’s light, in time dissolved stillness, imbibed His grace. Dizain |
I know a place
I know of a secret place,
where we may imbibe God’s grace after giving love our nod, tiptoeing therein unshod. Let’s cut to chase, cave of heart, is where our quest we should start, invoking bliss magnetism, to ignite mind-body prism. First things first, we must be pure, recognising love’s the cure to all conflicts in our life; futile and needless is strife. If we’re not love enabled, with narrow fears yet tabled, knowing not how to behave, we cannot enter God’s cave. I know of this secret secret place, where we see God face to face; bliss nectar soul may partake, once lower mind we forsake. Jueju |
intermediate awakenings
hands folded
heart prayerful we request lives we touch be made more beautiful to our astonishment we hear a voice benign telepathic and unmistakable ‘no one is yours, all are mine’ we don’t give up easily ‘oh lord, please intervene’ the answer is succinct ‘be still, that truth be seen’ the admonishment continued ‘who you are, in silence recall if you pray for betterment then pray for one and all’ relinquishing attachment renouncing every fear I stood silent in my emptiness waiting for God to appear |
Monk mode
Simply present with our heartbeat,
we delight as its pulse renews, bringing with it, magnetic heat, displaying love’s myriad hues. Lazy is our meditation, for we act as a receptor, feeling within each sensation; bliss piercing each body vector. Seeking nothing, always content, flowing as does a gentle breeze, all we do is follow love’s scent, touch tender, embrace and release. Let the grass grow under our feet ~ Breathe in its fragrance, oh so sweet Sonnet |
Defying translation
a gentle breeze arises from within time for bliss beats dance divine to begin our ever present meditation made feasible by rapture is an ethereal romance mind cannot capture pulse of our being mirrors a mindful eye there remains no seeking but still our heart does sigh emerging from the chrysalis completion as yet awaits soundless bliss thunder within form pulsates transmutation of form slow, lingering bliss burn in staid stillness we so feel magnetised nodes within churn it is futile to attempt to delineate bliss mist that makes us sway it is a surreal magnetism divine romance at play |
Touching
Moment to moment, all moments entwined,
I feel the touch of magnetism divine, the source of which, by mind is not divined so to know the truth, with heart I align. With this preamble, let’s step back in time, that I may share how this romance began, whose first tingle, was a soundless love chime, of God performing a full body scan. Grazed thus by Holy Spirit, I stood still, melding with the flow, in staid stillness slow, sensing dark voids of my consciousness fill, imbibing in silence, a blissful glow. Inner polarity of sense of touch, grace divine for which hermits crave so much. Grace divine for which hermits crave so much, became finally manifest within, for which, having discarded thought flow crutch, each breath intake saw bliss tingle begin. Now, unlike metaphors voiced by mystics, I will share what touch of God truly is, defining the main characteristics of sublime effervescence of bliss fizz. Imagine ignition in slow motion, that begins, resurrects but does not end, erasing every deluded notion, cajoling soul to with the vast void blend. Renouncing all knowing and past belief, surrender paves way, to turn a new leaf. Surrender paves way, to turn a new leaf, enabled gently by magnetic heat, bestowing cascading bliss as relief to tremulous heart, which becomes upbeat. With baton of awareness, now at heart, higher mind awakes and nodes within stir and upon presence adding love to cart, touch of God’s grace causes chakras to whir. My energy grid, this way sprang to life and I felt the flow of soma nectar, which transmuted form, making me bliss rife, from head to toe, piercing every vector. There’s more to this of course, so let’s get on; when ego dies, we’re here and now reborn. When ego dies, we’re here and now reborn, is a deep truth, which I wish to affirm, mentioned in holy books, some hold in scorn but now comes the part, needing focus firm. Mind-body is merely organic form, lifeless and inert, without breath of God, thus identity is but a thought storm, a recognition, that leaves presence awed. Labels matter not but let’s say we’re soul, dwelling within this form, which is but dust, which when touched by Spirit, makes us feel whole, here for a brief sojourn, upon earth’s crust. Ego that never was, must therefore die, if our soul in truth, truly seeks to fly. If our soul in truth, truly seeks to fly, the fetter of ego must be released, for which, choosing to become the vast sky, we get to a knowing, leaving God pleased. The preceding background, makes matters clear, which is the pathless path I trod upon, invoking grace, forcing God to appear, feeling bliss even midway through a yawn. I feel by touch now, my enlivened spine, seamlessly magnetised from root to crown, at centre of which, heart for love does pine so in stream of bliss, I willingly drown. Liken this to a moth’s death in a flame; give it any name, but I’m not the same. Give it any name, but I’m not the same, for that that is, is energy I feel, pulsating in each cell, a divine game, ushering within, boundless zest and zeal. Attribute of God’s touch is love supreme, inking presence with myriad bliss hues, grazed by which, we walk as though in a dream, even as rapture within so renews. No doubt Holy Spirit is transcendent but if there be no agenda tabled, it’s in form immanent as bliss resplendent, which by God’s touch, is here now enabled. Search not for Him in an unknown heaven; God is here, within, in chakras seven. God is here, within, in chakras seven, each energy node, a sensation felt. Some say nodes are more, perhaps eleven but in truth how may we count, when we melt? Suffice to say, having felt God within, I ponder not on musings of my mind, sensing by touch, bliss caressing my skin, content to be led by love, in trust blind. Knowing by touching by so becoming, is the wisdom which with all I do share, as best as I can, clear and forthcoming, hoping someone somewhere, with truth will pair. Joyous, I play my life role as assigned, moment to moment, all moments entwined. Crown of Sonnets |
The way we are
Our tender eyes betray the way we see
Honouring God’s presence within each heart That deems all of us as one, none apart Viewed thus from soul’s eye, joyous and carefree Our innocence with bliss beats does agree Having willingly added love to cart Thus feeling bliss ignition within start Being the way we become and so be It maybe said that we’re not worldly wise For we engage not in one-upmanship Resting in our heart watching bliss beats rise Beholding life’s flow in childlike surprise With the pulse of love being our flagship Distanced from the world of deceit and lies Sonnet |
this morn at dawn
all of it
here now all at once million bliss bubbles sanctified at the cross embodied within the ocean of form |
somewhat by not quite
drawn to a sublime scent intimate
fearing the wafting elixir won’t wait we opted to meld with the vast void that our soul’s focus be not decoyed but what arose, an ephemeral rose seduced and then sank into repose leaving hollow heart demagnetised ethereal effervescence not realised in as not as yet an ignition in renewal whose pulsating radiance is continual promoting us to dissolve identity more that vibrant heart seeking an encore in time aligns with frequency wherefrom surreal magnetism creates a bliss storm |
An epiphany
Moment after moment, flowing with my breath,
I was each character, performing on stage, both murderer and victim suffering death and as my mind battles continued to wage, the unifying force was love’s healing meth, paving way for my soul to turn a new page. I see the drama unfolding, clear as day, renewing until we grant love right of way. Ottava Rima |
Ageing gracefully
sensing age related decline
life journey as God does assign let not God-connect zeal reduce be joyous as bliss throbs seduce even as love for love does pine Quintilla |
Yawn and move on
Perceptions and sensations,
sorrows and bliss elations, arise and in time subside, as on earth we wingless glide. Step by step, we join the dots but thoughts tie us up in knots, whilst if we simply be still, silence will wisdom instil. One with universal mind, no longer in ego’s bind, by mirrorlessly seeing, we reclaim our true being. Letting go off, to get to, each moment pristine and new, doing nothing, we reboot; into living light transmute. |
As in direct experience
The ask is silence, let’s see what it takes
To hush the blush of senses five On flow of turbid thought, to apply brakes Yet keeping awareness alive Sipping nectar from heart’s bliss hive These prerequisites require surrender Choosing to shift from head to heart Throb of magnetism, silent bliss thunder Ignites on adding love to cart Enabled, no sooner we start To become as such, we must choose to shift It’s not a game of make belief With focus held firm, that we do not drift We willingly turn a new leaf At last offering soul relief Bliss enabled but we’re still in realm dual As yet enslaved by time and space Though cravings of ego no longer rule And we have slowed down our life’s pace We’ve yet to see God, face to face A time does come when we see ego die Simply stated, it falls away It is then we see, earth life is a lie Beholding Self, as clear as day A vibrant, pulsating sun ray How still is our silence, if we’ve not seen Truth of who we really are Light of a thousand suns, is our soul’s sheen Here within, not somewhere afar Aflame, like a luminous star Quintain (English) |
Awake within this dream
Knowing life has been already impulsed
We embrace and release both joy and pain There are in truth no foes to be repulsed Touch gentle, is free from blemish and stain Mind-body unless ensouled is but dust We know our organic form will decay Why for then do we nurture thoughts of lust Law of cause and effect will make us pay Feeding not dark desires, our false self dies There is no regret, for it never was Our unshackled soul then flies to new highs We are living light and God is the cause Exhuming then, cravings of lower mind ~ Whilst immanent we transcend ego’s bind Sonnet |
In simple words
Emerging from a fulcrum deep within,
arises a humming, magnetic pull, which in each moment does afresh begin, drenching us with bliss, making heart feel full. Rapture ignition, thus in renewal, becomes the new norm, just like our heartbeat, love’s elixir sublime, grace it’s fuel, making pristine soul presence feel complete. As dormant nodes within form come alive, we cannot help but display our delight, upon beholding our soul’s light revive, enlivening us by day and by night. With ego burnt on the funeral pyre, consumed by fire, there remains no desire. Consumed by fire, there remains no desire and in timeless time, we become the flame, so with no mundane goal left to aspire, we imbibe bliss monks seek, in life’s end game. The seeker who sought, having disappeared, questions cease as we become the answer, with our life being solely by God steered, we dance with joy, like a cosmic dancer. Vibrant here now, in but not of the world, we shout from the rooftops what we have seen but find most of mankind are with fears curled, simply refusing to see their soul’s sheen. What a pity that although we are free, we negate love and light, tied to mind’s tree. We negate love and light, tied to mind’s tree, deluded that we are this feeble form, thus unable to live a life carefree, bereft of touch divine, soothing and warm. We would assist, if we knew where to start but this journey we each must take alone, being simply melding head with the heart, wisdom of sages, we best etch in stone. Know God is love and love employs no force, thus if we truly wish to awaken, using free will, we can meld with the source, for which lower mind must be forsaken. No sooner we shed egoic resistance, we recognise from God, there’s no distance. We recognise from God, there’s no distance and we’re alive because of His power, so simply making erect our soul’s stance, we allow love and light to empower. As we can see, there’s nothing to be done, except of course getting out of our way, which requires us to slowly come undone, that we may see God’s light, as clear as day. Of no use are sermons that pastors preach, because the spoken word, is not the thing and God dwells within, so easy to reach, if we but choose to let innocence spring. Slowing down thought flow, we become aware, love in love with love, with love seeks to pair. Love in love with love, with love seeks to pair, so what are we waiting for, weary sage, for just by dancing, with nary a care, we may frolic carefree on this world stage. Likening life to as a lucid dream, wherein we’re both the subject and object, beholding how in this world, thought forms stream, each illusion we can and should, reject. All that that comes and goes is not real, so within life’s seeming separation, feel with zest and zeal, love’s boundless appeal, entwining all forms with God’s creation. Time’s now to recognise and not tarry; let polarities within form marry. Let polarities within form marry, meaning simply that let’s meld with the void, for if we trust God, why then be wary, more so knowing we’ve been dark fears decoyed. To get to this end, our will we must bend, choosing to befriend silence as it speaks, that by doing so, our soul may ascend, magic of love plugging energy leaks. What happens then is this, mind-body prism, transmutes slowly, becoming living light, brought about by benign bliss magnetism, revealing our true form, shimmery white. With each pore suffused with bliss sensation, we’re granted the boon of bilocation. We’re granted the boon of bilocation, present both in body and all of space, which when breath by breath, is our vocation, there remains on earth no puzzle to lace. Made in God’s image, the light of our Self, descends on earth to garner love by touch and although the music plays by itself, we need now to discard the thought flow crutch. We may wake up here now, by being still, that ego shorn, we become the twice born, whereupon voids within, on their own fill and light of a thousand suns, we adorn. We reclaim soul’s light, by plunging deep in, emerging from a fulcrum deep within. Crown of Sonnets |
Say it like it is
a silent, blissful hum makes us feel complete divine entwined, we become epitome of rapture, bliss replete we attempt but cannot translate how nodes within form glisten magnetic caress intimate cajoles us to listen enlivened spine as a seamless whole loops form vertically to align with magnetism scriptures extol our exhilaration knows no bounds each pulsation we feel is unique flow of soma nectar astounds into which we dip our beak |
In blissful repose
Fragrance of a rose, within our heart grows,
soul feeling each sigh, with a mindful eye, blissful in the boat, that God Himself rows, flowing in free float, bidding fears goodbye. With love we pair, becoming self-aware, vibrant and aglow, in staid stillness slow, with debts repaid, in stream of joy we wade, soul steps retrace, till who we are we know. There’s nothing we do as bliss beats renew, treating with affection, both friend and foe, our aura glistens like fresh morning dew, as breath by breath we feel God’s grace endow. Simple is the path, we so tread upon ~ Weaving thread of love, each moment reborn Sonnet |
When doves cry
Our heart bled tears, confirming our worst fears,
that estranged from our lover, our soul died. As the coffin dropped, we felt leers and jeers of both friend and foe, of true love denied. As was the custom, we bore a fake smile, acknowledging kind words to us proffered but all we felt was, bitter taste of bile, finding no solace, in limp hands offered. As a soulless ghoul, we wander the earth, although to the bigots we seem alive but now we’re bereft of love, light and mirth, hoping that one day, heart’s joy may revive. Be it rain or shine, always standing tall ~ We are expected to smile as we fall Sonnet |
Frozen Solid
We once roamed free across space as living light,
one with oneness, blissful and feeling complete but as a dare chose to know darkness of night, feeling contrast of joy and pain, cold and heat, with memory erased, to be crouched in fright, thus ensouled form, far removed from love's bliss beat. Frozen solid, we've forgotten who we are, so we now stare at yonder moon from afar. Ottava Rima |
Take a sneak peek
Flickers in the void reveal,
what space attempts to conceal, that we’re encased in its womb, entrapped in a catacomb. All realms dual are thought forms, for soul to learn through fierce storms and then return to God’s light, that shimmers through space, so bright. To see this truth with our eyes, is known when our ego dies, for since we’re not body-mind, we see when we’re love aligned. Love arises on its own, when lower mind we dethrone, that as pheromones mingle, eye of soul becomes single. Bliss fixates our attention, to behold God’s dimension, in, within and all around, which divine light does surround. We can see, if we release, habit to think, a disease and allow silence to speak, to get of God, a sneak peek. Jueju |
Trauma bonding with darkness
manifesting illusions of wispy smoke
renewing our refrains in anxiety shape shifting for variety each setting baroque dreams within dreams replay stuporous ego entertaining itself veiled remains light of our true Self till the day demon of delusion we slay Enclosed rhyme |
There is no one here
The seeker who seeks does not exist
but to begin with, this truth is not known, so being accustomed to needless striving, the earth entity begins its God search quest, searching high and low, yet negating the light that lies concealed in heart, at all times aflame. Knowing not who we are, yet seeing God our aim, in bondage to mind, the soul first makes a to do list, plotting progress as imagined to rise to zenith height but in doing so, sows karmic seeds inadvertently sown, needing to be dealt with but is a heavy load on our chest, which becomes our fate succumbing to ego urge conniving. Reincarnating life after life thus, ego spawned delusion reviving, to feel whole, the soul rotates roles but the end result is the same, a tragic comic tale of chewing half baked ideas stale, failing the test, recognising not we sink deeper in quicksand simply because we resist, which requires us to enter silence and transient ego here and now disown, exorcising demons of fear and desire in detachment by choosing not to fight. Surrender by thought cessation is perhaps the only way to end our soul’s plight, detoxifying our consciousness from mind addicted to analysing and deriving, layer by layer, renouncing thought form chains, we have by our hand grown, by observing all comings and goings occurring in life as but a divine game, for which melding head with heart, we befriend staid stillness we missed, prayerfully and mindfully thus choosing no longer to act at egos behest. A rebel, a nerd, following not the herd, we remain at peace in our nest, entwined with the vibrant void, more so in darkness at dead of night, whereupon in timeless time, we are by kundalini magnetism kissed, felt vividly as a benign bliss burn that is but God within us driving, which requires our full trust, for the energy is anything but tame and as God waves His wand, our presence comes into its own. Slow down thoughts oh hermit, in rhythm with the bliss tone, embracing and releasing offerings of destiny in playful jest, now knowing that ego that sought was but thought lame, which we are not, for what we are as seen is living light, glowing eternally in the cave of heart as Self thriving and this bliss fellow souls is the spiritual search gist. All it takes is an open heart and an unclenched fist, breath by breath deeper into staid silence diving, being and so becoming an aura shining bright. Sestina |
Radiant heart
Ah! Our heart! God search quest let’s here kick start,
deeming all souls one, none standing apart but to be as such first ego must die, that thus divine entwined, we wingless fly. Head and heart linked, our soul becomes love inked, no longer by narrow cravings hoodwinked, looking not at form but spirit within cave of all hearts, so we too look therein. Blissful, joyous, entwined with existence, we know love and light is our quintessence, with each pore a door, presence keeps no score, renewal continual soul’s encore. Ah! Our heart! Let’s here now add love to cart, with each emote uttered, a work of art. Sonnet |
Essence of presence
Events as they precipitate, big or small
are dwelt not upon since we now realise, that fate as it unfolds, soul’s eye can recall, is merely a replay, that we become wise, trusting God, quick to rise after every fall, lighting lamp of love in heart, with bliss the prize. In fact, to cut to chase, there is no one here; stark truth clear known seeing light of Self appear. Ottave Rima |
Mindful eye
When we’re lost in dreams,
desire therein streams; we assume a role, that heart may feel whole. We wish to expand to another land but is not the cause, yearning for applause? Each trance negates light, shining within bright, yet clouded by thought, that’s ego begot. We’re soul, not this form. With love let’s conform, so that we may know, inner light aglow. Where love is, thoughts die, whence we wingless fly, thus straight to the source, without use of force. Breath by breath aware, tend to soul with care, that no thought may shake, consciousness awake. Jueju |
So spake simple Simon
To which desire do we cling,
first a fancy, a mere fling, which now we cannot release and so becomes a disease? Born complete, heart’s love replete, bliss drenched in magnetic heat but when ego takes over, we live then not in clover. Heart lotus blooms when we’re still and then voids within us fill, whereupon we then reclaim, our soul’s light that has no name. Jueju |
Self portrait
How may we describe the fragrance of our soul,
which dwells within this earth vessel we adorn, as we shape shift, hoping one day to feel whole, noticing that we are with each breath reborn, whilst enacting playfully, our ordained role, nonchalant in tempests of both praise and scorn? Transcending opposites, we’ve reclaimed soul’s light, with love drenched heart pulsating with bliss delight. Ottava Rima |
Bliss in the bardo
Stirred from sleep, early this morn,
ego shorn, refreshed, reborn, feeling within bliss humming, as notes of rapture strumming. I was then, the light of Self, with no desire on the shelf, for mind was as yet asleep, which is how I went in deep. Bliss froze time, that soul may climb toward heaven like this rhyme, frolicking about carefree, unshackled from my mind tree. Jueju |
Cosmic vibrations
From a centreless fulcrum, bliss beats rise,
drawn from deep within heart’s innermost core, transmitted to mind before the rhythm dies, reflected back to soul, for an encore, which obliges us since love keeps no score. Auto-writing thus, the poems we pen, requires us not to count from one to ten, for music of spheres that flows by itself, elates and levitates heart, mood pure zen, connecting presence to our higher self. Dizain |
Touched by God
Once touched by God, what then remains,
for then there’s nothing left to seek. Unlike ego, love never feigns, as head and heart dance, cheek to cheek. Vaporised presence is at peace, ambling along slowly through life in monk mode, embrace and release, free from strife, at all times bliss rife. Rispetto |
An epiphany
As
silence gentled mind way past midnight, bliss magnetism rose gripping heart in delight and as I sat transfixed thus, I was wonderstruck to behold God’s presence, visible in clear sight; bright, soft white light, radiating kindness. He took my hand and counselled me gently, whilst at the same time erasing sin, being misdeeds of my dark past and wishing me well in life, bestowing His blessings, as Father to son; which I imbibed, grateful for touch of love. Etheree |
Inner light
our true Self speaks
in soft reverberations of magnetised silence bliss ripples cascade as echoes received transmitted by God identity slowly vaporises bubble of delusion bursts noiselessly in the void pristine presence free from fetters rises like the sun |
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