The practice
Such is our meditation art We invite God into our heart Then we shift into his abode On feeling bliss ignition start This path’s pathless, there is no road Each breath we take, to God an ode Standing still, we be to become The bliss flame, striking mother lode Bliss beats strum, hark the cosmic drum Heart’s door open bids love welcome Our delight, hidden in plain sight With nary a care for outcome Teleported to zenith height By bliss cascading day and night Vaporised self is one with God In His domain of love and light Rubaiyat |
Feel
Ceasing thinking Love with love inking Tranquil heart still Awareness unblinking Patterns that have been Habit routine Mind-body cage Dulls our soul’s sheen Divine energy flow Blissful and mellow Elixirous mist Imbibed in stillness slow Both, the material And the ethereal Even our dreams Everything is real |
Zen mode
There is a deep pull,
yearning to feel full, vibrant with delight radiating light. Stupor our pain’s cause, which we put on pause by exiting trance, watching bliss beats prance. Negating desire, our heart’s yet afire to become the flame, as soul’s claim to fame. What matters this life, if we’re not bliss rife, flowing like the breeze, unfettered with ease? No half-measures then in our mode of zen, within womb of space, imbibing God’s grace. Jueju |
The joy continuum
Meditation’s but softened attention,
alertly poised in the void of silence, divine entwined without expectation, simply present, as vibrant innocence, aglow in it’s innate luminescence, whilst infusing our heart’s loving intent, receptive to the magnetic current, as joy gently in-pours, each pore a door, our radiant form thus effervescent, suffused with bliss, as God’s blessings galore. Dizain |
Is-ness of being-ness
Earth entity seeking ascent
Is thus not here and now present Feeling discontent with is-ness Not yet grazed by the bliss current Desires spawn thoughts, scarring stillness Cause of our mind-body’s illness Consciousness is boundless like space Having chosen, in-form this-ness Slow down hermit, slow down life’s pace There are no puzzles, here to lace Life’s but a splash in the ocean Our aliveness, is by God’s grace Upon ending thought commotion We imbibe nectar’s bliss potion Soul’s delight hums by day and night Vaporised self has no question Rubaiyat
Notes: https://www.chakras.net/energy-cente...e-bindu-chakra |
The poems I never wrote
When attention is soft and heart mellow,
the sounds of silence oft invades our form, pervading presence, igniting soul's glow, felt vividly as blissful currents warm. Vaporised self's swept away in this storm, shaping in our head words sent from heaven but if we take this boon as a given, the music slips through fissures in our mind; thus unless the void remains our haven, these gifts from beyond we must leave behind. Dizain |
In staid stillness
In staid stillness let us receive
with gratitude, each breath we take, making mind tranquil like a lake, negating schemes ego does weave, for whose demise we need not grieve, that in quietude we awake, in staid stillness. Burden of fear we chose to heave was evidently a mistake, which at soonest, we'd best forsake, compelling ego to take leave, in staid stillness. Rondine |
Let silence carry us
Let silence carry us
unfettered by our mind, into bliss mists divine, a memory rewind, replayed when we align. Let silence carry us within the womb of time to the hall of mirrors, where love helps love to climb octaves of bliss tremors. Let silence carry us right to the very core, wherefrom bliss currents flow, piercing each node and pore, keeping our heart aglow. Let silence carry us into the arms of God, where kind, body and soul, in wonderment are awed, fulfilling earth life role. Monchielle |
Release
Cross-referencing
We are yet In mind We had pledged To leave behind Release, release Mind-body apparatus For it is but dust Why for then the fuss Bliss in permanence Heightened rapture We're ensconced in joy Mind cannot capture |
Manipura
When the navel chakra asserts it’s presence,
spark divine ignites within, a potent fire, whose true purpose is to burn sin by penance, desire vaporised, there’s nothing to aspire, save gaining into cave of heart our entrance, where God’s effulgent light becomes soul’s attire, as boundaries blur and nodes within us stir, savouring dripping, sublime bliss elixir. Ottava Rima
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manipura |
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