State of Stupor
dream illusions rise and subside though not always, a pleasant ride sleeping state determines response whilst waking, how we look askance our luminous self, veiled inside Quintilla |
What is love
love in love with love has no name devoid of motive, joy the aim ineffable throbbing current mist of bliss, in fullness vibrant offers no anchor, for mind games |
Single pointed attention
there is this burning thirst to pair, birthing bliss burst day and night, God focus clear light, love our locus all we do, is stand still bliss fizz, thus overspills Essence form (Emily Romano) |
The Writer In Me, Wants You To Know
blank canvas, upon which we stare poised in silence, simply aware stirrings within our heart then rise play of delight, that does surprise poetic portrayals we share wherefrom comes the exalted thought that inspirations with it brought benedictions divine sublime as we hark to hearts loving chime transcendence beyond narrow slots hidden secrets, we alone know pathways where soma nectar flows impossible is translation higher mind feels resonation garnered in tranquil stillness slow voices from space, offer to chat we would, if we could, give you that all we ask, is cease to resist being to become, a bliss mist at Bodhi tree, where Buddha sat Quintilla |
Turbid storms
when faced with unjust ugliness we forget the truth of oneness we react but then soon recover swathed once again in bliss shower momentary is our weakness |
Wabi-sabi
The cut unkind, magnified by our mind became a thought spiral, contracting soul until caress divine, released it’s bind, healing our wounded heart, making us whole, that presence continues its earth life goal. Pain borne wabi-sabi stains beautify essence of presence here before we die, signalling our ascent, as we consent to pulsations of love as heart does sigh, nestled in bliss, our native element. Dizain |
What is sin
as an aspect of the one consciousness infused with instinct to preserve our form lower mind encourages separateness pressure to perform, no time to reform choice to dwell in delusion is our sin having been bestowed upon earth free will reclaim our soul, when we go in within recognising oneness by being still all then love, pulsating from the one source unconditional is our acceptance open arm embrace, employing no force vibrant heart radiates pure innocence we are as He, love and light shining bright bemused no longer by darkness of night Sonnet |
Inner luminescence
Gods love within, veiled by ego trauma bonding, loathe to forgo whilst, if we simply surrender we behold His light and thunder our vaporised self, all aglow |
The world within
Sense the flicker invisible Mood shifts in mind-body matrix Know by discernment spherical Erst lower instincts up to tricks Moment to moment, so cognise Sense the flicker invisible Ceasing to size, just vaporise Leading life joyful and simple Resting thoughts agitational We abide in inner silence Sense the flicker invisible With throb of bliss in dalliance Within stillness continuum Vibrant is joy exuberance Consciousness our sensorium Sense the flicker invisible Quatern |
Christ Consciousness
No sooner we choose to begin Christ consciousness expands within Radiating from glowing heart Bliss ignition each moment starts Cleansing soul of ego borne sin Quintilla |
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