The purpose of it all
Were we not in the cage of space,
mocked by incessant flow of time, how then would we imbibe God’s grace and weave a beauteous love rhyme? To the throb of bliss beats we sway, meditation sans volition, with no agenda on our shelf centred in heart by night and day, wherein each time we audition, the music plays all by itself. When our eye’s single, we are light, whilst on earth in drunken delight, we surrender to the bliss storm; touched thus, magically transform. Hybronnet |
Wow Unseeking! This is hands down my favorite poem of yours I’ve ever seen!
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Thank you, FoxTracks, I’m delighted these words resonate in your glowing heart
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Ahw, my glowing heart? What a compliment :)
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Heart-centric stillness
Opting to feel, rather than think,
sensing energy flow in form, as a non-doer we receive hues of bliss flavoured with love’s ink and as we’re centred in this storm, soul’s at peace when ego begs leave. The simple shift from head to heart, is really all that’s needed for soul to transmute as God’s light, causing bliss ignition to start, that with will to Him conceded, we see Him clearly in plain sight. God calls to us, let us respond, forging with love, a lifelong bond. Hybronnet |
It’s a secret
Alone in the midst of many I feel,
rapture of bliss magnetism in wonder, which manifests rapturous zest and zeal, caused by divine sublime silent thunder, rising from a fulcrum deep down under but no one in my vicinity knows, how my soul’s aura magically grows, being a secret I hold in my heart, as also is soma nectar that flows, breath by breath thus as I add love to cart. Dizain |
Free from fetters
Here we go again,
dancing in the rain, feeling rapture rise, in childlike surprise. The last time around, we were in fears drowned but now we have seen, soul’s luminous sheen. In mind-body urn, earth’s a school to learn, somewhat like a dream, where latent thoughts stream. Now that we know this, we’ve invoked God’s bliss and are now carefree, untied from mind’s tree. Jueju |
Work in progress
Glimpses of truth revealed from time to time,
whilst useful, does not signal soul’s ascent, having neither etched in heart God’s love chime, nor granted bliss our unreserved consent, onslaught of lust, unable to prevent. Flickering awareness, a half measure, for there are attachments we still treasure and so at best it’s still work in progress, as we become nonchalant to pleasure, God’s light making ingress as we undress. Dizain |
Idle musings
One day whilst idling in blissful repose,
soul chose to activate its lower mind, inquiring of it fulcrum of a rose, in as love’s scent that cannot be divined, which each of us feel when warmth in heart grows, in moments when we are divine aligned. The ego blushed, for it could not reply, unable to define why lovers sigh. Ottava Rima |
back to basics
We felt we had been to lied,
since boons we sought were denied but since our heart was not pure, this was God’s way to censure. To imbibe the pulse divine, nodes within form must align with love, feeling not thinking; our awareness, unblinking. To be as such, thoughts must cease, that with no demons to please, ego cravings die in time and then we heavenward climb. Transfixed in the cosmic hum, doing nothing we become the light we set out to seek, by plugging energy leak. Jueju |
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