Love alone is real
All else false.
This is the truth.
World of illusions,
self conjured vibrations.
The moment we recognise,
we are released from delusion.
Ego borne thoughts fall away in time,
no sooner we choose to gently align.
Alignment is with the voice of conscience
seated at the spacial heart centre.
Resonation with the love throb,
paves way for bliss to enter.
Thus no doing is done,
As we listen,
Poetry form: Etheree
The vaporised self
one hand clapping;
flow thus unceasing,
rapture of pure delight,
vivifies form day and night!
Stillness and silence our domain.
Pure bliss within, we gently ingrain,
as lower mind rests, leaving us unstained.
Ceasing striving, shifting to aligning,
we imbibe bliss pulse enlivening.
Our fulcrum shifts into the void,
as we flow thus overjoyed.
We rest in tranquil calm,
love our healing balm.
Grace from within
The last bow
testing our fears,
of life we hold dear.
of slow death fatality,
question posed is direct and blunt:
are we yet in blissful calm tranquil
or shrouded in fear of oblivion?
Vicarious knowing of no avail,
at moment of final appraisal.
Our core determines how we sway.
Thought constructs all fall away.
We stand thus stark naked.
We cannot fake it.
What will it be,
bliss or fear?
is where we are.
Not negation then,
rather embracing truth,
shift into the heart centre,
feeling therein bliss that canters,
we embrace, hold and softly release,
divine offerings with nonchalant ease.
All it takes is thought rested awareness,
wherein attentive in no-thingness,
we imbibe bliss by osmosis.
Thus one with the universe,
joyous, we sing our verse,
moment to moment,
not the becoming.
Gradual shift within,
sensing the bliss ignition,
transforms us at the very core.
Ambling along smelling the roses,
we accept unfoldments as God chooses.
Stillness our abode, movements all slower,
swathed as always, in a bliss shower,
God alone being the mover,
bestowing upon us grace,
in, within, face to face.
We be to become,
with divine one,
in the still,
Waking from the dream
as it is choose
to dream deep descent,
followed then by ascent.
As both subject and object,
we enact the play as chosen,
hoping in timeless time to wisen,
as to our innate self, we awaken.
Hypnotic stupor a double edged sword,
upon turning attention outwards.
Having chosen separateness,
are plunged into darkness.
The way to awake:
in the void.
Poetry form: Etheree
separate from source,
fret and frown and struggle,
seeking transient expansion.
One day we ourself recognise:
eternal throbbing in heart spacial.
We rest then in blissful stillness tranquil.
Shift from struggling to quiet cessation,
as we embrace-hold-release with ease,
all that chances to come our way,
no one here within seeking,
one with the flow, aglow,
in staid stillness slow,
we feel complete,
in a trance,
drawn to the illusions,
indulges therein for long.
Karmic consequences follow,
requiring simply to melt in love,
transmuting lower vibrations therein.
We may play the game as long as we like,
love divine never employing force.
Some rise faster, others slower.
Look at life as but a dream.
Love the healing current,
carries all ashore.
side of the fence.
Pain behind the veil,
goes unseen and unheard,
as love bravely holds its breath.
Unvoiced intent poignant silence,
even as light fades into the night,
silent tears and hidden fears manifest.
As we be gently breathed by God Himself,
each half breath being void of stillness,
contrast marked by intent colour,
birth paving way for intake,
exhaling into death.
The play unnoticed,
by ego mind.
Yet what is
It’s like your twisting turning in your core
Am I present at fears door?
Am I present as nothing raw?
Am I present as I am?
The space between your triangular plan
Shows the path, ignites it all
Balanced, beauty without the fall
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