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.

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