Be to become
Here I Am, receptive in innocence; inner sentience attentive to each pulse, without thought interference, poised in an unexpectant calm. With our identity vaporised, we rest in the void of vibrant silence. In our stillness we feel within movement, being throb of bliss enlivenment, the continuum unbroken lower aspects forsaken, nodes within awaken out of their slumber. A calm tranquil, joy blissful, covers us. Poetry form: Etheree |
The knowing
Fear of death envelopes all other fears; annihilation of who we think we are, as in a separate self. This delusion, our suffering; identification with body, though knowing that it is ephemeral. Upon internalising attention, in thought vaporised meditation, we connect with the universe. Our consciousness shifts gently, reveals divinity, being we ourself hidden within; eternal, pristine, pure! Poetry form: Etheree |
Embracing surprise
Throb of bliss surprises the child within, displaying delight at each nuance cognised, softly embraced and released, treading gently upon the earth, as is wont of free flowing presence, aligned with the source in exuberance. |
Wait and watch
Nodes, chakras, enigmas. We discover divine play within by directly feeling, the throb of bliss within form, whereupon there remains no doubt, as we be to become the bliss mist; purring rapture in renewal within. Yet each seeming end a new beginning. A tranquil calm descends upon us. Invisible veils are lifted. All we do is to allow, open and receptive. In direct knowing, merging with Self, here and now as we watch. |
Merging by melting
Path pathless. All it takes, is our yearning, with God connecting. Rapt attention thus still invites bliss our form to fill. Having emptied out all toxins, paving way for divine ignition being-ness thus our orientation Bliss continuum an unending flow, rapturising form in stillness slow. As we melt into no-thingness, the singular consciousness is all that here remains. Joyful and unstained is a bliss mist, pulsating within now. |
Throb of bliss within
Joy, sorrow; both cyclic, as is all else in the external. Simple recognition of a pulse in renewal, an open secret in plain sight, compelling us to explore within: inner sound current, divine light and bliss. The pathless path thus begins with a thirst, to see the truth clearly in plain sight. Resting instruments external, distilled attention flowing, devoid of resistance, we go in within in surrender, to behold vibrant bliss. |
Lead us from darkness to light
Veil: the dark, ignorance, befuddlement, web of illusions, begetting delusion, said to be a divine play, as our fickle attention sways, blown like a leaf in the hurricane, encircled by ego, our thoughts inane. More the learning, lesser is our knowing, whilst joy and sorrow remain cyclic. On choosing total surrender, we imbibe bliss in wonder, resting our lower mind, free of ego bind. Our ascension just happens, as does dawn. |
Heart aflame
Spark, aflame in our heart; burning passion, thirst unquenchable. No scope to compromise; God connection the seeking, wherein bliss throb within rises, through paths full of divine surprises, moment to moment, all moments entwined. There then thus no doing to be performed, save choosing to melt in love divine. In silence and stillness we watch as we are slowly transformed. Form and formless align under the love sign, in timeless time. Our prayer, is soon heard. |
Octaves of love
Love graded, joy bubbling, then transiting, on heart opening, to empathy spacial; it’s outpouring radial. In time we get to compassion; warmth of love steadily outpouring, with vibrant bliss within thus pulsating. Over time, something within falls away. Inner silence becomes our mainstay. Hollowed form pure and pristine, exists to live the love dream, as joy within does stream, an invite to merge in the bliss surge, radiant, aglow, here. |
Our life, our choice
Pull innate, to align, with the divine. The geometry, chakras in symmetry, draws us magnetically, into pathways vibrant with love. No doing to be done save shifting, from head to heart, throb of love embracing. The blueprint is clear, yet strangely we err, slumbering in swamplands of stupor. This is the enigma baffling; cause of human suffering. No sooner we exit ego narrowness, instantly free, each entrée joyous bliss. |
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