Fear is a blockage
bliss ignition when we shun fear bright sunlight here Poetry form: Than-Bauk |
Analysis is paralysis
thinker thinking self blocking light veiling clear sight Poetry form: Than-Bauk |
Where lies midpoint of rapture
we weigh and size
joy surprising no wiser now Poetry form: Than-Bauk |
Bliss ignition within
silent thunder
so wonderful tender rapture Poetry form: Than-Bauk |
Vibrant void of no-thingness
“Reflect oh hermit, in our each entrée In the flow of Gunas three, where are we” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ An agendaless exuberance Centred in spacial tranquil calm Persona bubbling joyful innocence Emoting hues of loves healing balm Playing out the earth role as ordained Our innate bliss retained in focus In stillness pure and unstained Steadfast on the divine locus Yet in the fierce winds blowing Mind body oft compels attention Through rise and fall ever meditating Seeing Gods presence in every vibration |
Distortions
specious logic
it mimics truth tragic pursuit Poetry form: Than-Bauk |
Centre everywhere circumference nowhere
“All being one, within our heart, shines the light of a thousand suns” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ honour each manifestation as the form so chosen by an aspect of God consciousness to acquire a form as such as we too do ourself honour the void of spacial no-thing-ness throbbing with love and light as Gods omnipresent luminescence as we too are here and now |
Addiction
“We are not this limited mind body We are not instinct driven, thoughts shoddy” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Attachment the glue which binds and confines Debilitating and contracting consciousness Throwing us off course, as we misalign Shrouding presence in darkness We easily discern ego as cause Seeking body pleasures ephemeral Upon spiralling thoughts put on pause Addictions vaporise on choosing life internal The cravings which arise, mental or physical Powerless once we become a bliss mist Relinquishing doership, life simple Surrendering, ceasing to resist There are short term measures Help lines, therapists and doctors Yet in the end if Gods love we treasure Vibrant bliss vivifies all our in-form vectors All addiction essentially yearning to grow Deludedly choosing domain transient Shifting in silence and stillness slow We regain joy, our native element |
What is just is
When the hidden tumbler falls, Big Ben gongs Arguments exhausted, judgment is pronounced Yet, outcomes any, we sing our own song Myriad life forms; oft lower denounced By collective coloured herd perception Feral ways of the world, by us renounced What is, is: this world of agitation Narrow minds, closed hearts, in struggle pointless In monk mode, we throb with bliss elation We may choose, separation or oneness Let the heart lotus bloom, in blissfulness (syllabic Terza Rima) |
The truth forsooth
from depths of our heart desires arising crystallises thoughts with potent power with universe instantly responding manifesting wish of the soothsayer all seeming reality illusion being but thought forms by ourself chosen this simple truth known in meditation recognising our divine origin having chosen to ensoul fleeting form we descend into vibrations lower each node containing bliss elixir warm rescue device if from fear we cower manifesting fine but for indulgence entrapping us in a hypnotic trance succumbing to ego lost innocence delusion compelling earthy parlance let us then use the lifeline created present within each and every impulse let us no longer be thus sedated void of silence liberates us at once |
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