The purpose of it all
Were we not in the cage of space,
mocked by incessant flow of time, how then would we imbibe God’s grace and weave a beauteous love rhyme? To the throb of bliss beats we sway, meditation sans volition, with no agenda on our shelf centred in heart by night and day, wherein each time we audition, the music plays all by itself. When our eye’s single, we are light, whilst on earth in drunken delight, we surrender to the bliss storm; touched thus, magically transform. Hybronnet |
Wow Unseeking! This is hands down my favorite poem of yours I’ve ever seen!
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Thank you, FoxTracks, I’m delighted these words resonate in your glowing heart
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Ahw, my glowing heart? What a compliment :)
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Heart-centric stillness
Opting to feel, rather than think,
sensing energy flow in form, as a non-doer we receive hues of bliss flavoured with love’s ink and as we’re centred in this storm, soul’s at peace when ego begs leave. The simple shift from head to heart, is really all that’s needed for soul to transmute as God’s light, causing bliss ignition to start, that with will to Him conceded, we see Him clearly in plain sight. God calls to us, let us respond, forging with love, a lifelong bond. Hybronnet |
It’s a secret
Alone in the midst of many I feel,
rapture of bliss magnetism in wonder, which manifests rapturous zest and zeal, caused by divine sublime silent thunder, rising from a fulcrum deep down under but no one in my vicinity knows, how my soul’s aura magically grows, being a secret I hold in my heart, as also is soma nectar that flows, breath by breath thus as I add love to cart. Dizain |
Free from fetters
Here we go again,
dancing in the rain, feeling rapture rise, in childlike surprise. The last time around, we were in fears drowned but now we have seen, soul’s luminous sheen. In mind-body urn, earth’s a school to learn, somewhat like a dream, where latent thoughts stream. Now that we know this, we’ve invoked God’s bliss and are now carefree, untied from mind’s tree. Jueju |
Work in progress
Glimpses of truth revealed from time to time,
whilst useful, does not signal soul’s ascent, having neither etched in heart God’s love chime, nor granted bliss our unreserved consent, onslaught of lust, unable to prevent. Flickering awareness, a half measure, for there are attachments we still treasure and so at best it’s still work in progress, as we become nonchalant to pleasure, God’s light making ingress as we undress. Dizain |
Idle musings
One day whilst idling in blissful repose,
soul chose to activate its lower mind, inquiring of it fulcrum of a rose, in as love’s scent that cannot be divined, which each of us feel when warmth in heart grows, in moments when we are divine aligned. The ego blushed, for it could not reply, unable to define why lovers sigh. Ottava Rima |
back to basics
We felt we had been to lied,
since boons we sought were denied but since our heart was not pure, this was God’s way to censure. To imbibe the pulse divine, nodes within form must align with love, feeling not thinking; our awareness, unblinking. To be as such, thoughts must cease, that with no demons to please, ego cravings die in time and then we heavenward climb. Transfixed in the cosmic hum, doing nothing we become the light we set out to seek, by plugging energy leak. Jueju |
Journey without movement
As bliss bubbles expand,
we feel each pulsation, caress divine sublime, as our meditation, synced with the cosmic chime. As bliss bubbles expand, we begin to transform, whence head and heart linking, attain in love mists warm, awareness unblinking. As bliss bubbles expand, we as a receptor, sense the throb of delight, in each body vector, as our soul’s wingless flight. As bliss bubbles expand, polarities mingle and exiting space-time, with our soul’s eye single, heavenward we thus climb. Monchielle Stanza |
Dreams within dreams
Nothing is real in this lucid dream,
except for formless consciousness aglow, the silent witness, calm like a moonbeam, which if we be still, we can get to know, provided our heart is pristine like snow. Knowing that the world is in truth nothing, to which fleeting illusion should we cling? Rhyme Royal |
Consecration
the light within was veiled
by senses five and mind divine origin forgotten ego made soul blind heart was uneasy inquiring, ‘who am I’ feeling divine entwined it yearned to wingless fly silence negated pulse dual divine magnetism arose bliss was enabled whilst in repose soul was anointed in the cave of heart consecrated by touch wisdom God did so impart transformed as living light with ego coming undone darkness was dispelled soul and God now one |
Eventide
While
watching and melding with diffused light, as the hues so shift, we are plunged into trance, dancing with unbound delight, whilst yet present in tranquil peace, as sol waves goodbye from a distance and this dream we have lived for a day ends. Etheree |
the recluse
unable to identify
with cacophonous din caused by stuporous minds we take shelter in silence aglow with light of God perhaps it is escapism as we search for rainbows yet to manifest in the blue sky which are already created in the cave of our heart |
Our life, our choice
A thousand lives, a million fears,
tremulous smiles and painful tears, we sip the brew, which is now stale, bound to ego, who at us leers. We fight for freedom tooth and nail, yet demons we conjured assail. Assuming the rope is a snake, no wonder then, we’re doomed to fail. Silence gives consciousness a shake, so that we may here now awake but this entails we must let go of attachments held, though they’re fake. Thoughts orbiting both friend and foe, are put at rest, for we now know, all that’s manifest is a dream, recognised in staid stillness slow. Ephemeral is a moonbeam or gusts of lust we choose to steam, being but shimmers in the void, which ego holds in high esteem. For far too long we have been toyed by dark desires and so decoyed but since we’ve chosen to be still, illusions conjured are destroyed. Simply by surrendering will, we do nothing, yet dark voids fill, with divine light, that lights all lights, making easy ascent uphill. Rubaiyat |
the way we feel
we have now known for a while
futile is our ego’s guile for life as it’s manifest is but a test in light jest poised in the in between stage where no fires of desire rage as in but not of the world we lie in cave of heart curled all doings are done by God who dwells in mind-body pod thus as the false falls away we see the truth clear as day grazed by life’s offered surprise there’s nothing to analyse for all that is, is pure bliss graced by Divine Mother’s kiss Jueju |
As God’s light
As the light of God held in space,
both immanent and transcendent, having invoked His boundless grace, we are fully bliss resplendent. Playing our life role as ordained, as the light of God held in space, our pure heart, aflame and unstained, has of ego, nary a trace. Since life’s not an exam to ace, we’ve discarded concepts mental, as the light of God held in space, our eye is mindful, touch gentle. Heeding love’s tweet, blissful and sweet, in our heart, we have seen His face and so our work here is complete, as the light of God held in space. Quatern |
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