Spiritual pitfalls
The urge to serve For a feel good factor Though with gusto and verve Act of doership, ego the detractor Hermit resolute Knows his life's mission Recognising ego’s in pursuit For each act, seeks God's permission |
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
primal feral instincts
involuntarily stir catching us off guard yet here they are vibrations unwelcome which so appear where grow their roots which we nurture |
Unfeeling hearts
sometimes it so happens
love knocks on icy hearts and is cold shouldered in timeless time jagged rocks are smoothened by the river’s flow love employs no force unconscious souls yet rooted in animal nature appear cloaked in human form the indwelling spirit is the same within all only coordinates differ there’s neither judgment nor shame the sunlight continues to stream on all life without prejudice |
Stoop to conquer
Spiritual practice is doomed from the start,
since any ritual involves our doership and therefore unless ego’s made to depart, futile is our meditation or worship, unless ofcourse we choose to add love to cart, exiting shallow game of one-upmanship, whereupon once no agenda is tabled, by God's grace, soul's ascension is enabled. Ottava Rima |
Watch that thought
behold heart contractions
appear in consciousness it shouldn’t be so but is leaving us astonished so we witness tremors just looking nonchalantly the thought’s self-conscious feels lonesome since it is unfed it is a standoff in time stretched silence the imaginary bubble of delusion bursts noiselessly in the void for it’s existence depends upon our attention betwixt the ebb and flow waves of bliss cascade within dynamic stillness envelopes being ever tranquil |
Is-ness of being-ness
lament not
what’s downstream be here now desire not mere objects bliss beats beep God’s life pulse resounding throbs within Tricube |
In awe of God
In awe of God, with love not fear,
soul’s innocence rests lower mind, tuning in to divine rhythm kind, letting not lower thoughts appear, deeming all as one and thus dear, playing our life role as assigned, in awe of God. When bliss beats rise, we sense He’s near and follow love’s scent in trust blind, that we be by its hues defined, shaped by spirit, we choose to steer, in awe of God. Rondine |
Benign bliss burn
Bliss magnetism transforms our form
Our heart’s gripped in childlike delight Nodes tingling within, the new norm As rapture peaks by day and night Our central vein is ignited Bliss magnetism transforms our form Head and heart, with love united Willingly to God’s laws conform Caress divine, tender and warm Radiant energy torus Bliss magnetism transforms our form Mindful eye gentle, heart porous There’s no doing that need be done Standing still in this benign storm With God one, we shine like the sun Bliss magnetism transforms our form Quatern |
Who am I
See ye not yet, we're hypnotised
by desires, so our soul's capsized. Stillness side-steps illusion net. We're hypnotised. See ye not yet? We’re not the mind, we're not this form. We're not the currents, cool or warm. We’re living light, blissful and kind. We're not this form, we're not the mind. Swap Quatrain |
Stoic surrender
knowing is not the becoming
until we assimilate wisdom recognising within heart lies God’s kingdom yet having been and so seen truth of underlying reality in the midst of storms we retain clarity within the womb of existence there’s no haste to ascend standing still all we do our will to God bend |
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