A time to reflect
We see feeble form decay
and death will soon have its way, which makes tremulous heart sigh, at our wasted life gone by. Scriptures affirm God exists but lingering doubt persists, so we must see with our eyes, the truth before body dies. There are debts of love we owe, best repaid before we go and also we must forgive, that in vibrance we may live. We’re told we are living light. Why then do we crouch in fright? How may we imbibe wisdom, that gets us to God’s kingdom? Body dies yet soul lives on, which if the truth, let us yawn, because then life’s but a dream of thought forms we choose to stream. Such are the questions we ask God, who’s equal to the task, so He tells us and we pen deep truths with our yen for zen. Jueju |
The do-nothing path
Witnessing what comes to senses five and mind,
befriending silence we extinguish desire, whence leaving all imagined knowing behind, from our heart’s core bursts forth a celestial fire. There is no doer yet this doing is done, our soul presence aflame like the central sun, immanent and transcendent at the same time, radiating bliss betwixt the cosmic chime. Rispetto |
Hidden in plain sight
The throb of bliss hums on by day and night, just like our heartbeat as gift of God wondrous but there’s no way to transmit the sublime fragrance we imbibe, thus we can at best portray in words, love’s transcendental rapture felt within. Such secrets divine, are veiled in plain sight, thus as that both revealed and concealed, needs mind of soul’s heart to cognise, that the unknown becomes known through outpourings of grace, which we may invoke, if heart be pure and childlike, trusting God. |
soul’s song
Be mindful of heart contractions
Wary of ego’s distractions Discard doubt and fear we stand strong As life rolls on, let’s sing our song There’s nothing out there, all’s within Go in hermit, go in, go in Within heart resounds, God’s bliss gong As life rolls on, let’s sing our song Stand firm and erect in life’s storm We make our touch tender and warm Leave none behind, take all along As life rolls on, let’s sing our song May head and heart act hand in glove The litmus test is always love Discern oh hermit, right from wrong As life rolls on, let’s sing our song Silence alone can set us free Unshackling soul from our mind tree Remove delusion with truth’s tong As life rolls on, let’s sing our song Cave of heart is where we belong As life rolls on, let’s sing our song Kyrielle |
Flame of bliss
Does heart yet secretly anticipate,
in as seek a scent it does remember, thereby fanning desire to alter fate, to prolong the flames of dying ember? The rabbit hole of desire goes in deep, which relates to cravings of body-mind, so if we’re to take a consciousness leap, we must leave all ego cravings behind. Moment to moment, all moments entwined, in the here and now, vibrant and carefree, head and heart with whispers of love aligned, we proclaim ourself as God’s devotee. Desire exhumed by our mind discerning, ignites flame of bliss, forever burning. Sonnet |
Embrace the beggar
Softer than breath and gentler than our heartbeat,
are the waves of bliss that arise from within, refrain of magnetism ushering cool heat, distancing our presence from lust that births sin. Embracing the beggar ignites this God spark, deep in our heart that lets us see in the dark, whence as we become the flame, that has no name, we transform as living light, in life’s end game. Rispetto |
The practice
bemused by illusions
we free ourself simply by looking at myriad vibrations crystallised as forms including ourself recognising its untruth on a relative scale space seems motionless although it too flickers which we notice the light that lights all lights God’s radiance eternal is the only reality all else is false ephemeral remembering this as often as we can is our spiritual practice which but requires of us that we bilocate attention between form and the void until the recognition is etched on the fabric of consciousness |
A time of indifference
Indifference causes hearts to drift away,
even if tranquil eye be nonjudgmental, since as long as soul’s in this vessel of clay, to nurture love, kind touch is fundamental, even better still, if we engage in play, with interaction both mindful and gentle. Sadly ghosting loved ones has become the norm; lost is childhood innocence, tender and warm. Ottava Rima |
The eureka continuum
Our innate creative urge to sing a hymn,
is perhaps aimed at making our eye single, that head melding with heart, in the void we swim, bliss drenched in rapture as pheromones mingle. To harmonise within, the life pulse dual, all we do is employ love as the fuel, with our heart now pure, life’s trials we endure, in childlike playfulness, vibrant yet demure. Rispetto |
We confess
What was surreal is now the new normal,
as we bilocate between form and vast space and although we follow no practice formal, simply ambling through life at an easy pace, we have now encountered the paranormal, garnering wisdom of sages, by God’s grace. Operating from heart instead of the mind, we no longer flounder about like the blind. Ottava Rima |
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