Bardo of bliss
Before moistened grief crystallised in eyes dries,
humming aliveness of our heart exhumes pain and positioned thus in the bardo, we rise, as pristine soul presence, free from ego’s chain invokes bliss magnetism to gently baptise, wholeness of being in Holy Spirit’s rain, moment by moment thus, all moments entwined, dwelling in love and light, each breath reassigned. Ottava Rima |
The way we are
celebrating the gift of life
receptive and acceptant mode vibrant nonchalance surrendered to life’s flow presence is centred in bliss whose each hue is new as it within us does renew the outer follows the inner in intuitive playful motion resonating with vibrations that emanate from the void distilled by our radiant heart there is nothing to be done save embracing and releasing the pulse of divine magnetism cascading within body vessel in a time stretched continuum |
Secret love
Caress of grace sublime, shows on our face,
of peace that surpasses understanding; a jigsaw puzzle others cannot lace, our aura both gentle and commanding. It’s not that we don’t share but few can pair, with the road map that leads to joyous bliss, stemming from soul’s inner light, self-aware, borne by pure love of Divine Mother’s kiss. Symbols we use, interpreted by mind, are in truth addressed to the heart centre, so it’s best we leave all knowing behind and simply allow bliss mists to enter. Resting counsel of ego deceptive, clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive. Clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive, whose life purpose is God search in earnest, cognised by soul’s mindful eye perceptive, allowing love seeds in our heart to nest. Love is not a pretended emotion and therefore we must first choose to be still, distancing ourselves from thought commotion, dwelling in silence, till voids within fill. All that that comes and goes is unreal and with this understanding we begin, living in the moment with zest and zeal, weeding away cravings that lead to sin. When such emptiness becomes our soul’s choice, we begin to hear whispers of God’s voice. We begin to hear whispers of God’s voice, when we hold steady resolve and focus, upon which we feel nodes within rejoice, moving in form along the bliss locus. We may call this Holy Spirit or chi but leaving labels for the time aside, what happens is for the first time we see, that the God we sought resides deep inside. Beholding God in clear sight, light soft white, we see that our soul’s made in His image, pulsating within with unbound delight and with this knowing, we become a sage. Having no mundane, earthy goals to chase, caress of grace sublime, shows on our face. Crown of Sonnets |
Stoop to conquer
Upon choosing to surrender,
we feel within, soundless thunder; Holy Spirit moistens dry beaks, as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Cleansed of erst feral residue, love glistens like the morning dew; there then are no energy leaks, as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Shedding lust, we’re a child again, measuring neither loss nor gain; voice of conscience to us then speaks, as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Letting innocence have its way, in joy presence begins to sway, we behold then soul’s blushing cheeks, as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Entwined with the vast universe, heart sings a melodious verse; desires exhumed, no one here seeks as bliss beats rise and rapture peaks! Kyrielle |
Embrace and release
Breath by breath, as we bilocate
between lower mind and our soul, throb of life never does abate, that makes us feel blissful and whole. The 'trick' we employ, is to flow, pausing but to smell the roses, innocence igniting heart's glow, striking always playful poses. Knowing now that we’re living light and that life's but a lucid dream, viewing life with spherical sight, we cling not to thought forms that stream. Mood and mode, embrace and release, no demons remain to appease. Sonnet |
Patience dear
We know now who we are Which is, simply stated, living light Nothing changes, life goes on as before But touch gentles, having garnered clear sight Earlier we were asleep and now we are awake But who we are and were does not change We now dwell in bliss that suffuses form Transcendence seems not strange We see life as but a lucid dream We are pure spirit in mind-body shell Awareness self-aware no longer in trance Marks with reverence the place where ego fell Grace imbibed ours but assimilation yet awaits So life lessons are repeated as in school We go through life in as is ordained Recognising love’s the only rule |
Bardo of bliss
In time dissolved moments, early morn
Between the sleeping and waking state In this bardo of pure bliss, we’re reborn Love’s caress enlivens presence chaste Each dew drop of joy, a unique unicorn Aglow in our light, throbbing with delight We are transfixed by soundless thunder Feeling complete, heart refuses to alight Savouring elixir divine in childlike wonder Embarking fearlessly on a wingless flight Nodes within form hum a tune in chorus In rhythm with the music of the universe Each pore a door, receptive and porous Frolics with joy, without need to rehearse At dawn soul thus becomes a bliss torus Quintain (Sicilian) |
subtle yearnings
if our fontanel tingles
or third eye glistens our throb of anticipation quickens as soul listens we tend to neglect other nodes that pulsate if our eye be single why do we discriminate as spirit enlivening form and we as the all-there-is feel within each sensation innate vibrancy of bliss differentiated perception ride on the Ferris wheel may then all coordinates hold to heart equal appeal |
I Am That
In the dead of the night, I stirred from sleep,
waking up in bed to rapture unbound, borne by bliss nectar that had seeped in deep and presence choosing therein to be drowned, found itself standing here on holy ground. Each node within pulsating with delight, heart was teleported to zenith height, as my formless consciousness filled all space and thus my body, awash with God’s light, in time dissolved stillness, imbibed His grace. Dizain |
I know a place
I know of a secret place,
where we may imbibe God’s grace after giving love our nod, tiptoeing therein unshod. Let’s cut to chase, cave of heart, is where our quest we should start, invoking bliss magnetism, to ignite mind-body prism. First things first, we must be pure, recognising love’s the cure to all conflicts in our life; futile and needless is strife. If we’re not love enabled, with narrow fears yet tabled, knowing not how to behave, we cannot enter God’s cave. I know of this secret secret place, where we see God face to face; bliss nectar soul may partake, once lower mind we forsake. Jueju |
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