Unfettered being-ness
We are still in the void of no-thingness. The outer world fades gripping not attention, being but a thought construct; mirage fleeting as but a dream. Awareness unshackled from ego, ignites the lamp of bliss in consciousness. Thought rested awareness, free and unbound, pausing here and there to smell roses, knows we choose but God disposes, as best suited for our soul. As we yield, so we grow. We stoop to conquer. Thus vaporised, in surprise, bliss does rise. Poetry form: Etheree |
The pathless path
Roots deeply embedded in mind body ego borne urges, anchoring attention, within walls of narrowness, immerse us in fear and desire. We are both captor and prisoner, enmeshed thus where attention does hover. Fault line of consciousness is stagnation. Detachment holds the key to freedom. Moving as does the morning breeze, we embrace, hold and release each offered vibration, with nonchalant ease, free and unbound, we thus be, become, bliss. |
Plot that thought
For reason we know not, we feel within, imbalance in calm. We go into stillness laying aside the ego, in as narrow identity, instantly reconnecting within, with our own luminous divinity. Entity contracting is lower mind, having agenda in narrowness. No sooner we renounce ego, innate blissful reclaimed. Our fickle attention, once it is stable, centred within, blissful calm holds us close. |
Self hypnosis
Our active animal lower urges overpower us. Rotating attention, exiting all stagnation, all desires and fears rested, childlike purity of being grants freedom from ego borne delusion. Contraction origin in attachment, of fears and desires spiralling, pursuing illusions fleeting. Indulging in the movie, we hypnotise ourself amidst images. The suffering, life after life follows us. |
Ambedo incognito
Trance like state, hypnotic. We melt therein to savour the throb of each offered flavour. Within the time span we are captive to each nuance at play. Softened attention, one with the flow, imbibes each subtle pulse in gentleness. Half the story known, we shift to intent, our response to chosen vibration, determining path of ascent or for that matter, descent. Mind body vaporised, as we be surprised: are we awake or asleep? Where are we? |
Spanda
It begins with a thirst for expansion of joy and delight, being food for our soul. Thus begins game of Spanda, wherein we contract and expand concealing and revealing ourself, to ourself: that love in love with love grows. However, this game a double edged sword: for, to feel love fully, we must melt, dissolving fully in the throb. We thus choosing amnesia, forgetting who we are, become deluded. The void vibrant; bliss therein ends our search. |
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But then I saw the title, Alone. And I know someone that wants no advice, no spiritual talk, but feels SO alone and lonely...and let's everyone know. So I sent this poem since she sent me a quote of the day ... 'Can you go blind crying in the dark?' (See how bad it is - her husband died suddenly after 47 yrs....they worked side by side and slept in a double bed the whole time - she is lost. BUT, wants no help! Just to be surrounded by people and friends all the time! But, people have lives and some are in quarantine.) I trust one day she will turn to God. But I sure can't suggest it! (And her therapist isn't seeing anyone during this virus.):icon_frown: I will look for more poems here that could help her. Thanks, B. :hug: |
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Death of a spouse or companion does indeed leave a huge vacuum. How many of us have the recognition + assimilation of the knowing that death of form is of no consequence? Moreover, perhaps advice is easy to hand out to others but when it strikes close, it’s another story. Alone and Lonely are opposite ends of the spectrum actually. Spirit is alone in its vibrancy whilst ego lonely in despondency. These poems are but resonations as of flowing inclination, moment to moment, albeit distorted by perception! I am delighted that you find some of them useful to help those who may find meaning in the words :smile: |
Say it like it is
The hidden energy grid is alive, enlivening form with magnetism warm. Nodes within electrified, let out silent screams of delight: open secret hidden in plain sight; in renewal within through day and night. Above and below, within and without, divine life pulse pervades everything, cognised within this mind body as throb of bliss energy. We cannot mistake it, nor misinterpret the joy current pulsating within now. |
Free will chooses without excuses
Rise, plateau, then descent; life pulsation thus in renewal, a pattern we discern, cognise and assimilate. Mind body by resonation thus flowing in chosen vibration self determines ascent or stagnation. The manifest already created by desire aflame within our heart. Doership is delusion of mind: fictional identity, is our narrow ego. Universal mind, accessible, here and now, if we choose. |
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