Trapped in the open, free within
Stillness ever present in void of cessation, when polarities interchange; waking to sleeping, dreaming to waking, during the pause of each half breath, divine entwined, thus in ever present stillness. Rictameter |
Identity crisis
The slightest tremor makes the flame flicker, even in our dream, where thought spirals stream. How still is stillness, aligned with oneness, if yet there be ‘I’, making our heart sigh? Jueju |
Be to Become
Frolicking about in childlike capers Set an alarm beep each time thought wavers Beep, beep, beep, see, we are in a trance deep Into the void of silence, let’s now leap Holding still attention, in no-thingness Our presence aligns, with the That oneness Feeling deep within, soma nectar spill Our vibrant joyfulness, fulfils God’s will Three fold flame in our heart begins to glow Love, wisdom and power, in time does grow Central vein from root to crown ignited Soul in-dwelling our form, is delighted |
Lost souls
Lost souls wander on earth, knowing not what to do, to imbibe joy in permanence, so they begin pursuit of illusions, flitting from object to object until they turn inwards, no longer then, lost souls. Rictameter |
Love grows
Love grows, no sooner we choose path of empathy, helping one another to stand, recognising all souls are our brothers, thus reflecting the light divine, without expectation, which is how our love grows. Rictameter |
We go where God takes us
It sounds so simple Bliss tingle trickle Merging heart and mind Divine miracle Aspect allowing Gently free flowing Trusting the current Finds our heart glowing Here and now present Granting love consent Bliss continuum Assures our ascent |
A wider view
Fire and smoke billows in dreams through pillows. Such’s our reaction, when fear gains traction. Demons of our mind grip us in their bind, unless we release fear and be at ease. Game’s not black and white or terror of night but in unity; world’s one entity. Beyond line of sight, we feel life’s alright. Our hypnotic spell bodes all is not well. Selective goodness, not one with oneness, is but delusion; dead mind’s confusion. To usher order, erase each border. When love’s our flagship, each breath’s God worship. Jueju |
The Becoming
Awash in Gods light, shining within bright, what more can we ask, as we therein bask? No puzzles to lace; each breath is His grace, as we so become His luminous sun! Jueju |
Divine Mother
Divine Mother’s touch, we yearn for so much; gentle love caress, bliss making ingress. Bliss currents burrow, beneath skin furrow, enlivening form with magnetism warm. Soma nectar drips; heart, with pleasure sips elixir of God; our soul, overawed. Jueju |
Shed no tears
He walks through the hospital door, like he did many times before but now it seems, the die is cast ~ this visit, probably his last. Family and friends will miss him, yet frail’s his body and eyes dim, so it’s best that he gets release from his incurable disease. Mind-body dies, yet soul lives on, as of God’s will again reborn, till transmuted as living light, having ingrained power of Christ. Lay |
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