bliss after-burn lingers
bliss after-burn lingers
humming in the background, undying like our breath, moment by moment thus, being love’s healing meth. bliss after-burn lingers magnetising our form, fixating attention on love’s magical play, as our meditation. bliss after-burn lingers teasing and caressing, it oft heightens rapture, sending us in deep spasms, raising our soul’s stature. bliss after-burn lingers as joy in permanence and as we are consumed from inside out by fire, erst dark fears are exhumed. Monchielle Stanza |
Bliss mist
waking upon the pathless path
we paused the cause to reflect wherefrom arises the love storm flowing within form unchecked emptiness draws in magnetism innocence in body prism is pure bliss effervescence surges forth within purged presence demure as rapture suffuses every node in heart abode we find our muse love kind holds bliss in embrace from our aura golden mists ooze |
So spake simple Simon
Why are we so afraid of the dark void, where were said to be aglow but without form? Bereft of senses, who’re we? How do we wake up from deep sleep? The question that so forms, borne by doubt, prompts heart to plunge into that vast silence. How still is heart’s stillness if there be thought causing ripples scarring space and time? Thus, renouncing our ownership, vibrant nonchalance of soul, bursts forth in full glory, revealing stark truth transcending mind, that we are, living light! |
Rise like the Phoenix
Born illumined, with an open fontanel,
we were then entwined with universal mind but crown closed as we grew, which did not bode well for soul now trapped in ego's remorseless bind and so we sank until we let out a yell, screaming for freedom and since God's always kind, He bestowed divine grace, igniting love's flame, whereupon bliss drenched, we rose in life's endgame. Ottava Rima |
bliss continuum
“Our steps we retrace, to imbibe God’s grace ~
That unending be soul’s divine embrace” ~ quote by poet Within nothing there is something that’s beyond reach of lower mind; soul’s joyous hum that does so sing, heart with bliss magnetism aligned. Ego urge leaves us in the lurch and so in cave of heart we perch, that melding therein we delight, as nodes within, bliss beats ignite. Rispetto |
Monk mode
not only not counting
even forgetting milestones we are wonderstruck as spirit beauteously consciousness hones behold how a flower blossoms unfolding petal by petal likewise we too ascend the only doing we do is will to God’s magnetism bend life unfolds by itself replay of what is already impulsed déj�* vu experiences confirms our view yet our heart takes delight in imbibing each new bliss beat hue |
Is-ness of being-ness
With no mindless questions to ask
Swathed in blissful moonlight, we bask The vast void is where we belong Facade of form, a cloak, a mask Vibrant presence sings a love song Childlike heart taking all along Ambling along gently with ease Cognisant of our heart’s love gong As erst patterns of old unfreeze From this dream life, soul gets release No longer by thought forms decoyed Love wafts joyously like the breeze Rubaiyat |
stoop to conquer
upon hearing of
bliss of the butterfly the sage too wished to taste that nectar of the gods said to never abate the boon was denied so the hermit surrendered and entwined with the universe whereupon love’s wings fluttered as a verse |
Looking deeper
On first glance all seemed well
but the stooped stance betrayed, tremulous heart shaken, under weight of struggles, soul yet to awaken. On first glance all seemed well but then we saw bondage to cravings of ego, which our fellow soul was unable to let go. On first glance all seemed well but the conversation only orbited fear, so we had to conclude, dark desires they held dear. On first glance all seemed well but something was amiss, with head and heart not linked, it showed inner conflict, soul as yet not love inked. Monchielle Stanza |
Embalmed in form
Here we are, in this lucid dream,
shaped from thoughts we ourselves did stream; stoic our stance, free from fears that bind, as soul embalmed in body-mind. With rage, lust, envy and greed trounced and world of illusions renounced, we’re toward love and light inclined, as soul embalmed in body-mind. Nonchalant through life’s highs and lows, as flame of Christ in our heart grows, we play our life role as assigned, as soul embalmed in body-mind. Each form we see, has God within, so this is how our words begin, gentling thought, we make our touch kind, as soul embalmed in body-mind. Kyrielle |
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