Hidden
Made in God’s image, we’re light,
vibrant by day and by night, veiled by cravings of ego, which we are loathe to forgo. Truth remains from us hidden, until we do as bidden, head-heart aligned, oozing love, invoking grace from above. To become love enabled, ego must be disabled, whereupon delusion shed, we are by our conscience led. All of us were born like this, pure of heart and drenched with bliss but then by desires bemused, mind slowly became confused. The truth that’s veiled may be seen, being simply, our soul’s sheen; if we but choose to be still, voids within with bliss will fill. Upon knowing who we are, we cease to struggle and spar, breath by breath, coming undone, recognising all are one. There’s nothing we need to do, save letting love throbs renew. We are, as we are, complete, luminous soul, bliss replete. Jueju |
The living vacuum
in the dead of night
for no reason at all we awake refreshed tranquil and still thoughts rested our heart at peace with the bliss current humming in the background animating the continuum with the breath of God whereupon we are immersed in the great vacuum of energised no-thingness in absolute motionlessness where formless presence is awake in its primal state bereft of attributes save awareness innate to Self we are herein complete as the emptiness itself humming with potent power there is neither light nor darkness yet we are fully cognisant of the all that is, which we are dwelling thus in boundless peace in a formless realm of singularity where time and space do not exist we exist as pure consciousness self-existent in and as the void having neither fetters of form nor any agenda to pursue as of choiceless choice we return back from the void into form where this vast emptiness corresponds to the head ovoid ensouled by the cosmic egg alluded to as Hiranyagarbha wherefrom the one became two merging in heart to be one again but all of this is now in the past for we now choose to bilocate between duality and singularity in our waking state of Turiya the motionless screen of Self upon which images come and go |
point to ponder
fearing death we live not life
content living in limitation but if love be the midwife with bliss begins our flirtation |
You are invited
We dwell in and as the throb of renewal,
in space and time dissolved, self-existent light, wherein feeling complete, love as our fuel, singularity’s seen by spherical sight, a wisdom we bring back to earth pulse dual, wherein poised in the void, heightens heart’s delight. Join us then dear soul, in the cave of the heart, for that’s where we’ll both feel bliss ignition start. Ottava Rima |
The edge of space
Surfing the very edge of space,
in time dissolved meditation, translucent light displays void’s face, humming as cosmic vibration. Sans identity, we exist, surfing the very edge of space, navigating it like a mist, with no earth bound goals left to chase. One with oneness, no cause to race, our soul having opened heart’s doors, surfing the very edge of space, we see light shimmer through its pores. There’s no fear, though we walk alone, because we have garnered God’s grace; seeds of wisdom in us are sown, surfing the very edge of space. Quatern |
Our claim to fame
The eye of our true self sees,
light flickers that never cease, pouring in from pores of space, as benedictions of grace. Divine light that lights all lights and bliss beats that heart delights, hitherto unseen, now seen, ushers wisdom which we glean. Within the life pulse dual, awareness in renewal, animates our attention, in timeless meditation. In staid, tranquil stillness slow, befriending the void we know, life flow impulsed, as a game; love and light, our claim to fame. Jueju |
Ego
ego identity long since vaporised
at times yet surreptitiously resurrects it’s now like a dusty, discarded book lying somewhere on our bookshelf it served its purpose in our early years but then acquired a mind of its own soon after tail began wagging the dog so we plucked it out to sing soul’s song we now roam the earth bubbling with mirth this is taken as an orientation unbecoming trauma bonding with darkness most fear light so we dwell in the void, vibrant in our aloneness |
Quest
“Following heart, not the head ~
Let’s be, by throb of love led” ~ quote by poet Having made God search our quest, we first cajole thoughts to rest, by making eye nonchalant and fickle heart, free from want. When our heart ceases to sway, mind too begins to obey and soon presence becomes still, relinquishing egoic will. Whispers of conscience cognised, our waywardness realised, making amends, we atone, our consciousness gently hone. Embracing thought cessation, in all time meditation, attuned to the universe, melodious is soul’s verse. Emptiness is now the norm, invoking a benign storm, felt as divine magnetism, igniting mind-body prism. Our heart knows, love within grows, for we’re in the boat God rows, so we share, with those who pair, light of our soul, self-aware. Having imbibed love’s bliss fizz, knowing God is all there is, we are as He, living light, truth we see in direct sight. Jueju |
Cave of our heart
I fell but was held
in God’s warm embrace who drew me into His heart I erred but was forgiven by the light that lights all lights now aflame in the cave of my heart I sought naught but Him but though my sight was dim He revealed Himself in my heart |
From darkness to light
Pitter patter fall dew drops of love’s rain,
bringing along with each drop, gifts of grace, imbibed by heart, if it be free from stain, having no mundane earthy goals to chase. Unconscious minds, floundering in deep trance, as yet enmeshed in cravings of ego, unaware of this sublime divine dance, dwell in darkness, unable to let go. Trapped in the open and yet free within, driven by instinct, head and heart not linked, ignorance then becomes the cause of sin, with barren heart yearning to be joy inked. Thought spirals of fear and desire, the maze; trauma bonding with pain, soul’s in a daze. Trauma bonding with pain, soul’s in a daze, contracted presence afraid of the light, fears freedom and thus continues to laze in bondage to ego, crouching in fright. Allowing not then tail to wag the dog, opting to plunge into the vibrant void, identity drops, clearing off the fog, whereupon dark delusion is destroyed. Such is clear truth written of in fables, that tranquil silence alone sets soul free and God’s touch is the force that enables, that in childlike trust, spirit frolics carefree. Whence erst fears and desires to rest are lain, pitter patter fall dew drops of love’s rain. Crown of Sonnets |
| All times are GMT. The time now is 04:32 AM. |
Powered by vBulletin
Copyright ©2000 - 2024, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
(c) Spiritual Forums