Why do we not know this
Acknowledging our aliveness as we stand,
that’s hemmed in by lower mind and senses five, who we truly are, we wish to understand, so resting thought flow, into the void we dive, poised in stillness in an unknown bardo land, whereupon we feel in-form nodes come alive and we see what soul is by spherical sight, being what else oh hermit but living light! Ottava Rima |
A million suns
each pore of form a door
each cell represents the whole Holy Spirit manifests as magnetism soul becomes living light scriptures extol a million suns illuminate our head ovoid from a centreless fulcrum we expand how can form contain the energy yet before you, here we stand |
Parallax
How still is our stillness, if we as yet intuit
continuity of the sounds of silence, within organic form with which we identify, thus subconsciously inking wisdom imbibed, with memory imagery and conditioned belief, deludedly proclaiming prismatic hues as truth? |
Good to see the site up and running again
Meanwhile reflect, in the time out what did we lose and what did we gain |
I Am
As pure awareness pulsating in form,
I Am as I Am, bliss drenched and complete, gentling mindfully, onset of love’s storm, suffusing mind-body, from head to feet. The polarised aspect of who I Am, as ego to navigate this earth realm, knowing not the truth, creates a logjam, manifesting desires that overwhelm. Be this as it may, in truth I Am free, provided I choose to stagnate nowhere, nonchalant to outcomes, always carefree, vibrant by day and night thus, self-aware. I Am both immanent and transcendent ~ I Am God’s love and light, bliss resplendent Sonnet |
Benedictions divine
Along a conduit we are led
Finer than a gossamer thread Designated nodes meet and greet Divine magnetism, so well-bred Bliss mists fill us from head to feet No wonder then, our heart’s upbeat This benign burn transforms our soul Manifest within as cool heat Feeling complete, blissful and whole Thoughts rest; we presuppose no goal Our toroidal heart is aflame We reclaim soul’s light, ego stole Recognising life’s but a game We disrobe without feeling shame We see soul as ocean of light Fulfilling then thus our life’s aim Rubaiyat |
Conversation with God
Knowing now God dwells inside,
to enjoy here, a joy ride, it behoves us to behave, gift of life, He to us gave. To this end, our will we bend, ear to conscience, with joy lend, mood and mode, a carefree breeze, flowing with nonchalant ease. Holy Spirit breathes our form, keeping it lively and warm, so make time to chat with Him, that soul’s light may never dim. Jueju |
Cold shouldered
Heart grazed by Holy Spirit,
rapture oozes from each pore but this divine light sublime, oft faces closed doors. Dodoitsu |
Beyond delineation
Spiritual seekers try to label
the pulse singular in thought forms dual but find out soon enough they’re unable, since instant knowing is unusual for stuporous lower mind, that’s old school. Imagine a throb beyond senses five, bliss magnetism that keeps soul’s light alive, propelling the flow of soma nectar, that oozes incessantly from heart’s hive, piercing each and every in-form vector. Dizain |
let go of to get to
as we float and gloat in destiny’s moat
fears and desires as we quote and unquote in trance altering not our piquant circumstance although plunging into the void is our only chance being not a rebel, a nerd, we follow the herd blindly aping scriptures word for word we remain lost in labyrinths of lower mind trauma bonding therein fear grips us in a bind finding our life adrift, if we choose we can yet shift to reclaim within heart, love and light as a gift enlivening feeble form with currents warm in time becoming the very bliss storm |
bliss after-burn lingers
bliss after-burn lingers
humming in the background, undying like our breath, moment by moment thus, being love’s healing meth. bliss after-burn lingers magnetising our form, fixating attention on love’s magical play, as our meditation. bliss after-burn lingers teasing and caressing, it oft heightens rapture, sending us in deep spasms, raising our soul’s stature. bliss after-burn lingers as joy in permanence and as we are consumed from inside out by fire, erst dark fears are exhumed. Monchielle Stanza |
Bliss mist
waking upon the pathless path
we paused the cause to reflect wherefrom arises the love storm flowing within form unchecked emptiness draws in magnetism innocence in body prism is pure bliss effervescence surges forth within purged presence demure as rapture suffuses every node in heart abode we find our muse love kind holds bliss in embrace from our aura golden mists ooze |
So spake simple Simon
Why are we so afraid of the dark void, where were said to be aglow but without form? Bereft of senses, who’re we? How do we wake up from deep sleep? The question that so forms, borne by doubt, prompts heart to plunge into that vast silence. How still is heart’s stillness if there be thought causing ripples scarring space and time? Thus, renouncing our ownership, vibrant nonchalance of soul, bursts forth in full glory, revealing stark truth transcending mind, that we are, living light! |
Rise like the Phoenix
Born illumined, with an open fontanel,
we were then entwined with universal mind but crown closed as we grew, which did not bode well for soul now trapped in ego's remorseless bind and so we sank until we let out a yell, screaming for freedom and since God's always kind, He bestowed divine grace, igniting love's flame, whereupon bliss drenched, we rose in life's endgame. Ottava Rima |
bliss continuum
“Our steps we retrace, to imbibe God’s grace ~
That unending be soul’s divine embrace” ~ quote by poet Within nothing there is something that’s beyond reach of lower mind; soul’s joyous hum that does so sing, heart with bliss magnetism aligned. Ego urge leaves us in the lurch and so in cave of heart we perch, that melding therein we delight, as nodes within, bliss beats ignite. Rispetto |
Monk mode
not only not counting
even forgetting milestones we are wonderstruck as spirit beauteously consciousness hones behold how a flower blossoms unfolding petal by petal likewise we too ascend the only doing we do is will to God’s magnetism bend life unfolds by itself replay of what is already impulsed déj�* vu experiences confirms our view yet our heart takes delight in imbibing each new bliss beat hue |
Is-ness of being-ness
With no mindless questions to ask
Swathed in blissful moonlight, we bask The vast void is where we belong Facade of form, a cloak, a mask Vibrant presence sings a love song Childlike heart taking all along Ambling along gently with ease Cognisant of our heart’s love gong As erst patterns of old unfreeze From this dream life, soul gets release No longer by thought forms decoyed Love wafts joyously like the breeze Rubaiyat |
stoop to conquer
upon hearing of
bliss of the butterfly the sage too wished to taste that nectar of the gods said to never abate the boon was denied so the hermit surrendered and entwined with the universe whereupon love’s wings fluttered as a verse |
Looking deeper
On first glance all seemed well
but the stooped stance betrayed, tremulous heart shaken, under weight of struggles, soul yet to awaken. On first glance all seemed well but then we saw bondage to cravings of ego, which our fellow soul was unable to let go. On first glance all seemed well but the conversation only orbited fear, so we had to conclude, dark desires they held dear. On first glance all seemed well but something was amiss, with head and heart not linked, it showed inner conflict, soul as yet not love inked. Monchielle Stanza |
Embalmed in form
Here we are, in this lucid dream,
shaped from thoughts we ourselves did stream; stoic our stance, free from fears that bind, as soul embalmed in body-mind. With rage, lust, envy and greed trounced and world of illusions renounced, we’re toward love and light inclined, as soul embalmed in body-mind. Nonchalant through life’s highs and lows, as flame of Christ in our heart grows, we play our life role as assigned, as soul embalmed in body-mind. Each form we see, has God within, so this is how our words begin, gentling thought, we make our touch kind, as soul embalmed in body-mind. Kyrielle |
Free spirit
Restful by the window, drawn to a scent,
subtle, euphoric, fragrance of delight, presence surrendered, granting love consent, drawn into a domain, full of God’s light. This immersion signalled we are complete, even though at times we may not cognise fullness of being-ness that’s bliss replete, since we are prone to weigh, measure and size. The core of our being is always free and what is freedom but choice to connect with existence, unshackled from mind tree, that we frolic about in joy unchecked. Who we truly are, we never forget ~ Soul swims in deep oceans yet gets not wet Sonnet |
Spiritual heart
love bridges vibrational mismatch
without employing use of force wielding power ethereal it’s our sole resource spiritual heart hums toroidal force compelling yet it is a bliss mist so gentle ascension of our soul foretelling |
The eureka continuum
Bliss strobes penetrate our third eye
We’re thus transformed from inside out As rapture peaks, we feel heart sigh Shamelessly seeking one more bout Quatrain |
Innocence
a question was raised
but pure heart unfazed forever tranquil had relinquished will and so the response held in bliss beat sconce was benign and kind that souls be aligned by feeling heartbeats of unvoiced love bleats making them soul’s own and with love so hone that boundaries blur head and heart concur aboard God’s bliss boat in joyous free float wherein the question ego did mention now takes a backseat heeding pure love’s tweet Jueju |
Surprised at ourself
When close camaraderie is no more,
accepting what is as is, we move on, forgiving, forgetting, keeping no score, each breath we take, ushering a new dawn, thus detached from moments that are bygone. To live in the now needs complete release, having no demons we need to appease, so poised in the void, we’re not by fears toyed, nonchalant to outcomes, flowing with ease, light of Christ consciousness in heart deployed. Dizain |
Show me God
Drawn in by resonance,
with no effort at all, a sublime rhythm is born, soul alone can recall, ushering a new dawn. Drawn in by resonance, the yearning of our heart, manifests within form, mists that add love to cart, caress tender and warm. Drawn in by resonance, each pore of form a door, imbibes bliss magnetism, rapture that keeps no score, igniting body prism. Drawn in by resonance, Christ consciousness imbibed, we transcend time and space, as in scriptures described and see God face to face. Monchielle Stanza |
How do we pray
Manner of worship
Begins with our heart Which needs to be pure That we may do merge In the heart of God Light beyond realms Bliss resplendent Seeks the embrace Of innocence Do we dare To shed off Our ego That’s all It takes Love Diminished Hexaverse |
Kundalini energisation
Eddy currents flow within form,
accompanied by bliss nectar, bringing with it mists cool and warm, piercing every body vector. Having relinquished thought flow crutch, we imbibe direct truth by touch, breath by breath, embracing God’s light, as heightens within, bliss delight. Rispetto |
Who am I
We’re living light but since we don’t know this,
we take ourself to be this body-mind and thus feel not innate rapture of bliss, known if we be with throb of love aligned, melding head with heart, touch gentle and kind. Just as we shrug off the dreams we live through, we can choose to live a life pure and true, that ceasing to sway, the false falls away and we garner wisdom known to but few, beholding the truth of Self, clear as day. Dizain |
If our eye be single
the I as in i-dentity or ego
knows not of its non-existence aliveness is but God’s breath flow once ego knows this, ends resistance that that then remains, awareness self-aware blurs boundaries between form and void when head and heart with love pair eye single, delusion is destroyed |
Be the fragrance of a rose
Though echo of love returns not
at times, do we yet hold steady, untying knots that makes heart taut, for each bout, lovingly ready? To be always in equipoise, though echo of love returns not, by shutting off ego borne noise, we’re not then in narrowness caught. Expectations make us fear fraught, so in mode embrace and release, though echo of love returns not, we’re free like the fresh morning breeze. Let’s define the art of living, living joyfully as we ought, each breath loving, freely giving, though echo of love returns not. Quatern |
Re-cognition
someone rocks the boat
creating a sway it may be disconcerting but it is also play willing to be surprised which also means shocked are we in mode celebratory with lower mind docked reflecting thus we become the moon, the stars, the sun we’re in a lucid dream in truth we all are one |
On this open page, we engage and gauge. :hug3:
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Metamorphosis
slow ascent uphill
step by step we enjoy smelling the roses soul’s ascent uphill magnetism rises what intensity can our form hold we have no questions about the bliss burn because in time we become the flame |
Esoteric truth
there’s a cavity in my head
which is connected to source bliss borne in toroidal heart enlivens the void using no force |
Green light
From root of spine till third eye,
a seamless energy band, holding thus firm our focus, signals we’re ready. Dodoitsu |
As of soul agreement
Forgive me dear heart,
for a moment, lost in trance, I saw not light of your soul. Our separation is but a part in the script we both chose to enact here. Sedoka |
Threadbare
The light by which everything else is known,
is what we seek, to become self-aware and so we sow seeds of love, all home grown, that the tree of life reveals truth threadbare. Love is a mist in which ego dissolves, paving way for consciousness to expand, whence we see how soul in our heart evolves and then God’s divine plan we understand. As heart lotus blossoms in body prism, Holy Spirit begins to pervade form and thus transcending teachings of each ism, we’re engulfed in a magnetic bliss storm. Questions cease when we become the answer, gliding with grace, like a cosmic dancer. Sonnet |
The secret
That the heart was free from desires was his claim
but if that be so, what caused his soul to sing songs ethereal, music that has no name and yet when emoted, seeks with love a fling, radiating magnetism heart cannot tame, vibrant, joyful, full of zest and zeal and zing? We asked him to reveal, source of his appeal, to which he whispered, “I do not think; I feel.” Ottava Rima |
Perfect brilliant stillness
How still is our stillness if thought forms arise,
each flicker having origins in ego, a flaming ember, which never ever dies, unless we’re empty and completely let go, which if be the case, befriending the vast void, we shine as light of Self, pure and unalloyed, whereupon the universe bestows a verse, conjured thus without any need to rehearse? Rispetto |
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