Toroidal heart
Toroidal heart inserts a spinal implant,
wherefrom soul observes bliss ascend and descend, following the cue of kundalini’s chant, elixir of heaven, on which we depend. No meanings assigned, with the current aligned, truth of Self automatically divined, we simply meld with the flow, in stillness slow, awash with love and light, countenance aglow. Rispetto |
Immanent yet transcendent
Having been, seen and so known
light of our true Self full blown, if this truth we’d embody, we must enter samadhi. Single pointed attention, bliss drenched and free from tension, positions us in the void, as living light unalloyed. A river that has no shore, deep peace never felt before, great, yet the question remains, with feeble form bound in chains. Bilocation is the cure, else we must bear and endure, bound to time and caged in space, soul’s fallen stance, our disgrace. Dwelling in the potent pause, of God’s life force when it thaws, when polarities rotate, we stand then at heaven’s gate. Jueju |
Vibrant aloneness
Poised in peace, it may appear we’re phlegmatic
but the truth is heart’s drenched in bliss mists sublime, thus in vibrant aloneness we’re ecstatic, consciousness attuned to God’s magnetic chime. The light of Self within is always aflame; made in God’s image, soul and He are the same and thus there remains for us nothing to do, save feeling refrains of bliss rapture renew. Rispetto |
From darkness to light
We beseech heavens to ignite
our heart that mind may see the light, opaqued by both fear and desire, thus long and lonesome seems the night. Death looms ahead and now we tire of narrow thought forms we do sire, so befriending silence we pause, with vast space choosing to conspire. In staid stillness fickle heart thaws, clipping in this way, ego’s claws, that thus doing nothing at all, we see our true Self, free from flaws. When we are still and thought forms stall, we hear clearly God’s loving call, asking us to wake up from sleep, that truth of being, we recall. Silence the void, wherein we leap, plunging headlong into the deep, prior to which head and heart merge, whence boons of grace we then so reap. Feeling within divine mists surge, our heart within the stream we purge, witnessing wayward ego die, that from delusion we emerge. Peace engulfs us, we hear soul sigh, in joy waving ego goodbye, seeing earth life as but a dream, now free at last, ready to fly. Rubaiyat |
Genesis of delusion
All dreams are unreal and yet they appear,
wherein ego assumes a specific role, so knowing this, no object to us is dear, save God’s boundless love and light, which we extol. In deep sleep each night, we return to our home, a singularity, where throbs the gong Om but on waking up in this domain dual, delusion grips us, unless love is our fuel. Rispetto |
The magician
God’s reflected light
pulsates with delight, as does a moonbeam, in which dew drops gleam. Taking all along, our soul sings a song, flowing like the breeze, with nonchalant ease. A rose in repose magically grows, nurtured by God’s hand, as love does demand. Divine Mother’s kiss bestows boundless bliss on those who so seek, to dance cheek to cheek. God’s magnetic heat makes us feel complete, as we so transform, in love’s embrace warm. Jueju |
crow cawed
eyes closed
we listen koel sings nodes glisten all’s well but then jarring notes mar zen ripples rise stifling bliss do nothing notice this who within so stumbled bend low we’re humbled fickle fate tests resolve through struggles we evolve poised presence posits peace seeing thus angst decrease bliss again we rebound walking on holy ground |
the way it is
Having been, seen and so known,
light of Self in heart full blown, that’s what we focus upon, each life breath ushering dawn. Immanent and transcendent, magnetised, bliss resplendent, we then are the observer, living our life with fervour. With God’s hand clapped on our back, we remain steadfast on track, rapturous in love’s bliss burn, setting aflame body urn. How much bliss can form contain, when past fears are to rest lain, as we so metamorphose, as living light in repose? Jueju |
Driving an old car
Prominent now are wrinkles on our skin,
signalling decay of organic form, yet divine magnetism throbs deep within, engulfing us in currents cool and warm, conjuring magically a bliss storm. We are light of Self, not this body-mind; feel us as heart’s vibrance, loving and kind. To navigate life, we dwell in this shell but to truth of who we are, we’re not blind, being no longer under ego’s spell. Dizain |
light
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’
~ quote by Lauren Eden be it day or night core essence of soul’s presence throbs with bliss rapture in every cell of form ~ an adoration to the heart of God within who breathes us gently watching our slow progress … now divine entwined with feral instincts erased vaporised Self resonates with His heartbeat … mirrored as our own Suzette Prime |
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