Radiant heart
Ah! Our heart! God search quest let’s here kick start,
deeming all souls one, none standing apart but to be as such first ego must die, that thus divine entwined, we wingless fly. Head and heart linked, our soul becomes love inked, no longer by narrow cravings hoodwinked, looking not at form but spirit within cave of all hearts, so we too look therein. Blissful, joyous, entwined with existence, we know love and light is our quintessence, with each pore a door, presence keeps no score, renewal continual soul’s encore. Ah! Our heart! Let’s here now add love to cart, with each emote uttered, a work of art. Sonnet |
Essence of presence
Events as they precipitate, big or small
are dwelt not upon since we now realise, that fate as it unfolds, soul’s eye can recall, is merely a replay, that we become wise, trusting God, quick to rise after every fall, lighting lamp of love in heart, with bliss the prize. In fact, to cut to chase, there is no one here; stark truth clear known seeing light of Self appear. Ottave Rima |
Mindful eye
When we’re lost in dreams,
desire therein streams; we assume a role, that heart may feel whole. We wish to expand to another land but is not the cause, yearning for applause? Each trance negates light, shining within bright, yet clouded by thought, that’s ego begot. We’re soul, not this form. With love let’s conform, so that we may know, inner light aglow. Where love is, thoughts die, whence we wingless fly, thus straight to the source, without use of force. Breath by breath aware, tend to soul with care, that no thought may shake, consciousness awake. Jueju |
So spake simple Simon
To which desire do we cling,
first a fancy, a mere fling, which now we cannot release and so becomes a disease? Born complete, heart’s love replete, bliss drenched in magnetic heat but when ego takes over, we live then not in clover. Heart lotus blooms when we’re still and then voids within us fill, whereupon we then reclaim, our soul’s light that has no name. Jueju |
Self portrait
How may we describe the fragrance of our soul,
which dwells within this earth vessel we adorn, as we shape shift, hoping one day to feel whole, noticing that we are with each breath reborn, whilst enacting playfully, our ordained role, nonchalant in tempests of both praise and scorn? Transcending opposites, we’ve reclaimed soul’s light, with love drenched heart pulsating with bliss delight. Ottava Rima |
Bliss in the bardo
Stirred from sleep, early this morn,
ego shorn, refreshed, reborn, feeling within bliss humming, as notes of rapture strumming. I was then, the light of Self, with no desire on the shelf, for mind was as yet asleep, which is how I went in deep. Bliss froze time, that soul may climb toward heaven like this rhyme, frolicking about carefree, unshackled from my mind tree. Jueju |
Cosmic vibrations
From a centreless fulcrum, bliss beats rise,
drawn from deep within heart’s innermost core, transmitted to mind before the rhythm dies, reflected back to soul, for an encore, which obliges us since love keeps no score. Auto-writing thus, the poems we pen, requires us not to count from one to ten, for music of spheres that flows by itself, elates and levitates heart, mood pure zen, connecting presence to our higher self. Dizain |
Touched by God
Once touched by God, what then remains,
for then there’s nothing left to seek. Unlike ego, love never feigns, as head and heart dance, cheek to cheek. Vaporised presence is at peace, ambling along slowly through life in monk mode, embrace and release, free from strife, at all times bliss rife. Rispetto |
An epiphany
As
silence gentled mind way past midnight, bliss magnetism rose gripping heart in delight and as I sat transfixed thus, I was wonderstruck to behold God’s presence, visible in clear sight; bright, soft white light, radiating kindness. He took my hand and counselled me gently, whilst at the same time erasing sin, being misdeeds of my dark past and wishing me well in life, bestowing His blessings, as Father to son; which I imbibed, grateful for touch of love. Etheree |
Inner light
our true Self speaks
in soft reverberations of magnetised silence bliss ripples cascade as echoes received transmitted by God identity slowly vaporises bubble of delusion bursts noiselessly in the void pristine presence free from fetters rises like the sun |
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