intermediate awakenings
hands folded
heart prayerful we request lives we touch be made more beautiful to our astonishment we hear a voice benign telepathic and unmistakable ‘no one is yours, all are mine’ we don’t give up easily ‘oh lord, please intervene’ the answer is succinct ‘be still, that truth be seen’ the admonishment continued ‘who you are, in silence recall if you pray for betterment then pray for one and all’ relinquishing attachment renouncing every fear I stood silent in my emptiness waiting for God to appear |
Monk mode
Simply present with our heartbeat,
we delight as its pulse renews, bringing with it, magnetic heat, displaying love’s myriad hues. Lazy is our meditation, for we act as a receptor, feeling within each sensation; bliss piercing each body vector. Seeking nothing, always content, flowing as does a gentle breeze, all we do is follow love’s scent, touch tender, embrace and release. Let the grass grow under our feet ~ Breathe in its fragrance, oh so sweet Sonnet |
Defying translation
a gentle breeze arises from within time for bliss beats dance divine to begin our ever present meditation made feasible by rapture is an ethereal romance mind cannot capture pulse of our being mirrors a mindful eye there remains no seeking but still our heart does sigh emerging from the chrysalis completion as yet awaits soundless bliss thunder within form pulsates transmutation of form slow, lingering bliss burn in staid stillness we so feel magnetised nodes within churn it is futile to attempt to delineate bliss mist that makes us sway it is a surreal magnetism divine romance at play |
Touching
Moment to moment, all moments entwined,
I feel the touch of magnetism divine, the source of which, by mind is not divined so to know the truth, with heart I align. With this preamble, let’s step back in time, that I may share how this romance began, whose first tingle, was a soundless love chime, of God performing a full body scan. Grazed thus by Holy Spirit, I stood still, melding with the flow, in staid stillness slow, sensing dark voids of my consciousness fill, imbibing in silence, a blissful glow. Inner polarity of sense of touch, grace divine for which hermits crave so much. Grace divine for which hermits crave so much, became finally manifest within, for which, having discarded thought flow crutch, each breath intake saw bliss tingle begin. Now, unlike metaphors voiced by mystics, I will share what touch of God truly is, defining the main characteristics of sublime effervescence of bliss fizz. Imagine ignition in slow motion, that begins, resurrects but does not end, erasing every deluded notion, cajoling soul to with the vast void blend. Renouncing all knowing and past belief, surrender paves way, to turn a new leaf. Surrender paves way, to turn a new leaf, enabled gently by magnetic heat, bestowing cascading bliss as relief to tremulous heart, which becomes upbeat. With baton of awareness, now at heart, higher mind awakes and nodes within stir and upon presence adding love to cart, touch of God’s grace causes chakras to whir. My energy grid, this way sprang to life and I felt the flow of soma nectar, which transmuted form, making me bliss rife, from head to toe, piercing every vector. There’s more to this of course, so let’s get on; when ego dies, we’re here and now reborn. When ego dies, we’re here and now reborn, is a deep truth, which I wish to affirm, mentioned in holy books, some hold in scorn but now comes the part, needing focus firm. Mind-body is merely organic form, lifeless and inert, without breath of God, thus identity is but a thought storm, a recognition, that leaves presence awed. Labels matter not but let’s say we’re soul, dwelling within this form, which is but dust, which when touched by Spirit, makes us feel whole, here for a brief sojourn, upon earth’s crust. Ego that never was, must therefore die, if our soul in truth, truly seeks to fly. If our soul in truth, truly seeks to fly, the fetter of ego must be released, for which, choosing to become the vast sky, we get to a knowing, leaving God pleased. The preceding background, makes matters clear, which is the pathless path I trod upon, invoking grace, forcing God to appear, feeling bliss even midway through a yawn. I feel by touch now, my enlivened spine, seamlessly magnetised from root to crown, at centre of which, heart for love does pine so in stream of bliss, I willingly drown. Liken this to a moth’s death in a flame; give it any name, but I’m not the same. Give it any name, but I’m not the same, for that that is, is energy I feel, pulsating in each cell, a divine game, ushering within, boundless zest and zeal. Attribute of God’s touch is love supreme, inking presence with myriad bliss hues, grazed by which, we walk as though in a dream, even as rapture within so renews. No doubt Holy Spirit is transcendent but if there be no agenda tabled, it’s in form immanent as bliss resplendent, which by God’s touch, is here now enabled. Search not for Him in an unknown heaven; God is here, within, in chakras seven. God is here, within, in chakras seven, each energy node, a sensation felt. Some say nodes are more, perhaps eleven but in truth how may we count, when we melt? Suffice to say, having felt God within, I ponder not on musings of my mind, sensing by touch, bliss caressing my skin, content to be led by love, in trust blind. Knowing by touching by so becoming, is the wisdom which with all I do share, as best as I can, clear and forthcoming, hoping someone somewhere, with truth will pair. Joyous, I play my life role as assigned, moment to moment, all moments entwined. Crown of Sonnets |
The way we are
Our tender eyes betray the way we see
Honouring God’s presence within each heart That deems all of us as one, none apart Viewed thus from soul’s eye, joyous and carefree Our innocence with bliss beats does agree Having willingly added love to cart Thus feeling bliss ignition within start Being the way we become and so be It maybe said that we’re not worldly wise For we engage not in one-upmanship Resting in our heart watching bliss beats rise Beholding life’s flow in childlike surprise With the pulse of love being our flagship Distanced from the world of deceit and lies Sonnet |
this morn at dawn
all of it
here now all at once million bliss bubbles sanctified at the cross embodied within the ocean of form |
somewhat by not quite
drawn to a sublime scent intimate
fearing the wafting elixir won’t wait we opted to meld with the vast void that our soul’s focus be not decoyed but what arose, an ephemeral rose seduced and then sank into repose leaving hollow heart demagnetised ethereal effervescence not realised in as not as yet an ignition in renewal whose pulsating radiance is continual promoting us to dissolve identity more that vibrant heart seeking an encore in time aligns with frequency wherefrom surreal magnetism creates a bliss storm |
An epiphany
Moment after moment, flowing with my breath,
I was each character, performing on stage, both murderer and victim suffering death and as my mind battles continued to wage, the unifying force was love’s healing meth, paving way for my soul to turn a new page. I see the drama unfolding, clear as day, renewing until we grant love right of way. Ottava Rima |
Ageing gracefully
sensing age related decline
life journey as God does assign let not God-connect zeal reduce be joyous as bliss throbs seduce even as love for love does pine Quintilla |
Yawn and move on
Perceptions and sensations,
sorrows and bliss elations, arise and in time subside, as on earth we wingless glide. Step by step, we join the dots but thoughts tie us up in knots, whilst if we simply be still, silence will wisdom instil. One with universal mind, no longer in ego’s bind, by mirrorlessly seeing, we reclaim our true being. Letting go off, to get to, each moment pristine and new, doing nothing, we reboot; into living light transmute. |
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