The purpose of it all
 

Were we not in the cage of space,
mocked by incessant flow of time,
how then would we imbibe God’s grace
and weave a beauteous love rhyme?

To the throb of bliss beats we sway,
meditation sans volition,
with no agenda on our shelf
centred in heart by night and day,
wherein each time we audition,
the music plays all by itself.

When our eye’s single, we are light,
whilst on earth in drunken delight,
we surrender to the bliss storm;
touched thus, magically transform.

Wow Unseeking! This is hands down my favorite poem of yours I’ve ever seen!

Thank you, FoxTracks, I’m delighted these words resonate in your glowing heart

Ahw, my glowing heart? What a compliment :)

Heart-centric stillness
 

Opting to feel, rather than think,
sensing energy flow in form,
as a non-doer we receive
hues of bliss flavoured with love’s ink
and as we’re centred in this storm,
soul’s at peace when ego begs leave.

The simple shift from head to heart,
is really all that’s needed
for soul to transmute as God’s light,
causing bliss ignition to start,
that with will to Him conceded,
we see Him clearly in plain sight.

God calls to us, let us respond,
forging with love, a lifelong bond.

It’s a secret
 

Alone in the midst of many I feel,
rapture of bliss magnetism in wonder,
which manifests rapturous zest and zeal,
caused by divine sublime silent thunder,
rising from a fulcrum deep down under
but no one in my vicinity knows,
how my soul’s aura magically grows,
being a secret I hold in my heart,
as also is soma nectar that flows,
breath by breath thus as I add love to cart.

Free from fetters
 

Here we go again,
dancing in the rain,
feeling rapture rise,
in childlike surprise.

The last time around,
we were in fears drowned
but now we have seen,
soul’s luminous sheen.

In mind-body urn,
earth’s a school to learn,
somewhat like a dream,
where latent thoughts stream.

Now that we know this,
we’ve invoked God’s bliss
and are now carefree,
untied from mind’s tree.

Work in progress
 

Glimpses of truth revealed from time to time,
whilst useful, does not signal soul’s ascent,
having neither etched in heart God’s love chime,
nor granted bliss our unreserved consent,
onslaught of lust, unable to prevent.
Flickering awareness, a half measure,
for there are attachments we still treasure
and so at best it’s still work in progress,
as we become nonchalant to pleasure,
God’s light making ingress as we undress.

Idle musings
 

One day whilst idling in blissful repose,
soul chose to activate its lower mind,
inquiring of it fulcrum of a rose,
in as love’s scent that cannot be divined,
which each of us feel when warmth in heart grows,
in moments when we are divine aligned.
The ego blushed, for it could not reply,
unable to define why lovers sigh.

back to basics
 

We felt we had been to lied,
since boons we sought were denied
but since our heart was not pure,
this was God’s way to censure.

To imbibe the pulse divine,
nodes within form must align
with love, feeling not thinking;
our awareness, unblinking.

To be as such, thoughts must cease,
that with no demons to please,
ego cravings die in time
and then we heavenward climb.

Transfixed in the cosmic hum,
doing nothing we become
the light we set out to seek,
by plugging energy leak.

Journey without movement
 

As bliss bubbles expand,
we feel each pulsation,
caress divine sublime,
as our meditation,
synced with the cosmic chime.

As bliss bubbles expand,
we begin to transform,
whence head and heart linking,
attain in love mists warm,
awareness unblinking.

As bliss bubbles expand,
we as a receptor,
sense the throb of delight,
in each body vector,
as our soul’s wingless flight.

As bliss bubbles expand,
polarities mingle
and exiting space-time,
with our soul’s eye single,
heavenward we thus climb.

Dreams within dreams
 

Nothing is real in this lucid dream,
except for formless consciousness aglow,
the silent witness, calm like a moonbeam,
which if we be still, we can get to know,
provided our heart is pristine like snow.
Knowing that the world is in truth nothing,
to which fleeting illusion should we cling?

Consecration
 

Eventide
 

While
watching
and melding
with diffused light,
as the hues so shift,
we are plunged into trance,
dancing with unbound delight,
whilst yet present in tranquil peace,
as sol waves goodbye from a distance
and this dream we have lived for a day ends.

the recluse
 

Our life, our choice
 

A thousand lives, a million fears,
tremulous smiles and painful tears,
we sip the brew, which is now stale,
bound to ego, who at us leers.

We fight for freedom tooth and nail,
yet demons we conjured assail.
Assuming the rope is a snake,
no wonder then, we’re doomed to fail.

Silence gives consciousness a shake,
so that we may here now awake
but this entails we must let go
of attachments held, though they’re fake.

Thoughts orbiting both friend and foe,
are put at rest, for we now know,
all that’s manifest is a dream,
recognised in staid stillness slow.

Ephemeral is a moonbeam
or gusts of lust we choose to steam,
being but shimmers in the void,
which ego holds in high esteem.

For far too long we have been toyed
by dark desires and so decoyed
but since we’ve chosen to be still,
illusions conjured are destroyed.

Simply by surrendering will,
we do nothing, yet dark voids fill,
with divine light, that lights all lights,
making easy ascent uphill.

the way we feel
 

we have now known for a while
futile is our ego’s guile
for life as it’s manifest
is but a test in light jest

poised in the in between stage
where no fires of desire rage
as in but not of the world
we lie in cave of heart curled

all doings are done by God
who dwells in mind-body pod
thus as the false falls away
we see the truth clear as day

grazed by life’s offered surprise
there’s nothing to analyse
for all that is, is pure bliss
graced by Divine Mother’s kiss

As God’s light
 

As the light of God held in space,
both immanent and transcendent,
having invoked His boundless grace,
we are fully bliss resplendent.

Playing our life role as ordained,
as the light of God held in space,
our pure heart, aflame and unstained,
has of ego, nary a trace.

Since life’s not an exam to ace,
we’ve discarded concepts mental,
as the light of God held in space,
our eye is mindful, touch gentle.

Heeding love’s tweet, blissful and sweet,
in our heart, we have seen His face
and so our work here is complete,
as the light of God held in space.

Bilocation
 

Both caged in form and yet at all times free,
nothing can be more wonderful than that,
playing cricket where we both bowl and bat,
breezing through earth life, blissful and carefree,
since we got our head and heart to agree,
that though we’re where our attention is at,
we never forget the critical fact,
we’re bound only when tied to our mind’s tree.

Life’s nothing but a game of hide and seek,
wherein light of our soul is veiled by thought,
erased no sooner we choose to be still,
that thus plugging needless energy leak,
in time stretched silence, we become self-taught,
peering at heaven, from heart’s window sill.

the way we are
 

Ego exhumed, soul will bends
and the vibrant void befriends,
that one with the universe,
we then hum a joyous verse.

Though no desire arises,
heart embraces surprises,
gifted by the grace of God.
Cupid smiles and we too nod.

As both the all and this form,
the only rule ~ love’s the norm,
free from fear, free from desire,
in heart burns, God’s sacred fire.

Toroidal heart
 

Toroidal heart inserts a spinal implant,
wherefrom soul observes bliss ascend and descend,
following the cue of kundalini’s chant,
elixir of heaven, on which we depend.
No meanings assigned, with the current aligned,
truth of Self automatically divined,
we simply meld with the flow, in stillness slow,
awash with love and light, countenance aglow.

Immanent yet transcendent
 

Having been, seen and so known
light of our true Self full blown,
if this truth we’d embody,
we must enter samadhi.

Single pointed attention,
bliss drenched and free from tension,
positions us in the void,
as living light unalloyed.

A river that has no shore,
deep peace never felt before,
great, yet the question remains,
with feeble form bound in chains.

Bilocation is the cure,
else we must bear and endure,
bound to time and caged in space,
soul’s fallen stance, our disgrace.

Dwelling in the potent pause,
of God’s life force when it thaws,
when polarities rotate,
we stand then at heaven’s gate.

Vibrant aloneness
 

Poised in peace, it may appear we’re phlegmatic
but the truth is heart’s drenched in bliss mists sublime,
thus in vibrant aloneness we’re ecstatic,
consciousness attuned to God’s magnetic chime.
The light of Self within is always aflame;
made in God’s image, soul and He are the same
and thus there remains for us nothing to do,
save feeling refrains of bliss rapture renew.

From darkness to light
 

We beseech heavens to ignite
our heart that mind may see the light,
opaqued by both fear and desire,
thus long and lonesome seems the night.

Death looms ahead and now we tire
of narrow thought forms we do sire,
so befriending silence we pause,
with vast space choosing to conspire.

In staid stillness fickle heart thaws,
clipping in this way, ego’s claws,
that thus doing nothing at all,
we see our true Self, free from flaws.

When we are still and thought forms stall,
we hear clearly God’s loving call,
asking us to wake up from sleep,
that truth of being, we recall.

Silence the void, wherein we leap,
plunging headlong into the deep,
prior to which head and heart merge,
whence boons of grace we then so reap.

Feeling within divine mists surge,
our heart within the stream we purge,
witnessing wayward ego die,
that from delusion we emerge.

Peace engulfs us, we hear soul sigh,
in joy waving ego goodbye,
seeing earth life as but a dream,
now free at last, ready to fly.

Genesis of delusion
 

All dreams are unreal and yet they appear,
wherein ego assumes a specific role,
so knowing this, no object to us is dear,
save God’s boundless love and light, which we extol.
In deep sleep each night, we return to our home,
a singularity, where throbs the gong Om
but on waking up in this domain dual,
delusion grips us, unless love is our fuel.

The magician
 

God’s reflected light
pulsates with delight,
as does a moonbeam,
in which dew drops gleam.

Taking all along,
our soul sings a song,
flowing like the breeze,
with nonchalant ease.

A rose in repose
magically grows,
nurtured by God’s hand,
as love does demand.

Divine Mother’s kiss
bestows boundless bliss
on those who so seek,
to dance cheek to cheek.

God’s magnetic heat
makes us feel complete,
as we so transform,
in love’s embrace warm.

crow cawed
 

the way it is
 

Having been, seen and so known,
light of Self in heart full blown,
that’s what we focus upon,
each life breath ushering dawn.

Immanent and transcendent,
magnetised, bliss resplendent,
we then are the observer,
living our life with fervour.

With God’s hand clapped on our back,
we remain steadfast on track,
rapturous in love’s bliss burn,
setting aflame body urn.

How much bliss can form contain,
when past fears are to rest lain,
as we so metamorphose,
as living light in repose?

Driving an old car
 

Prominent now are wrinkles on our skin,
signalling decay of organic form,
yet divine magnetism throbs deep within,
engulfing us in currents cool and warm,
conjuring magically a bliss storm.
We are light of Self, not this body-mind;
feel us as heart’s vibrance, loving and kind.
To navigate life, we dwell in this shell
but to truth of who we are, we’re not blind,
being no longer under ego’s spell.

light
 

‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’
~ quote by Lauren Eden


be it day or night
core essence of soul’s presence
throbs with bliss rapture in every cell of form ~
an adoration
to the heart of God within
who breathes us gently watching our slow progress …
now divine entwined
with feral instincts erased
vaporised Self resonates with His heartbeat …
mirrored as our own

When I was a young songwriter my work was predominantly about lonliness, gothy I guess, and when I fell in love, mostly love songs, then when we broke up, I never wrote another song again. I don't know if song writing served its purpose or it was just ripped out of me, but haven't had inspiration to compose, and I don't miss it at all.

@ Gem ~ perhaps something died within and with it the inspiration to write? In any case, looking at it dispassionately, inspirations come from the universe, as of heart’s desire or longing. What no longer serves us is dropped. It is good you don’t miss the ‘skill’ because in any case, we are not the author of verses we pen.

Scent of bliss
 

Slipping into the bardo whilst awake,
attention softened, simply looking on,
free from thought clutter, thus nothing at stake,
fragrance of sandalwood, the mist we don,
soothing, humming magnetism ushers dawn.
As rainbow’s hues are refracted in form,
soul remains poised, centred in love’s bliss storm.