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!

A million suns
 

Parallax
 

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

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

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.

Cold shouldered
 

Heart grazed by Holy Spirit,
rapture oozes from each pore
but this divine light sublime,
oft faces closed doors.

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.

let go of to get to
 

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.

Bliss mist
 

So spake simple Simon
 

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.

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.

Monk mode
 

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

stoop to conquer
 

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.

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.

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

Spiritual heart
 

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

If our eye be single
 

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.

Re-cognition
 

On this open page, we engage and gauge. :hug3:

Metamorphosis
 

Esoteric truth
 

Green light
 

From root of spine till third eye,
a seamless energy band,
holding thus firm our focus,
signals we’re ready.

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.

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.

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.”

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?