Bucket list
What’s on our bucket list? If feral our desire, which we cannot resist, objects that we aspire, displays cold heart, clenched fist. What’s on our bucket list? Fleeting flame and glory, labels us egoist, makes not a great story, never by true love kissed. What’s on our bucket list? Are we proud of our mind, giving each point a twist, head with heart misaligned, that does kind touch resist? What’s on our bucket list? Oh, to be living light! We but seek the bliss mist, rapture by day and night, sans need to so insist. Monchielle |
Weary soul
Weary we are or at least that aspect of identity Considering itself to be separate from source Exhausted oscillating in the world of duality Encased in feeble form, relying on use of force All striving futile, elusive is joy in permanence Finally, void of cessation, our last resource In silence we cognise soft voice of conscience Gentle love pulsations emanating from heart We meld therein, reclaiming lost innocence A mist envelopes us as bliss ignition does start We are astonished to see ego urges vaporise Darkness dispelled, upon adding love to cart Ceasing to weigh and size, over time we realise We are not mere mind-body but love and light Viewing here soul ascent, in childlike surprise Oh weary hermit, awaken now to spherical sight Rapturous bliss delight, cascading day and night Terza Rima |
What is real
Scriptures speak to us in riddles Relying upon esoteric symbols They may be well intentioned But it’s time this truth is mentioned That addressing mind, invoking fear Guilt of imagined sin begins to sear Plunging our mind in deep confusion Spontaneity lost, fearing retribution Something’s rotten in the religious setup For unless soma nectar flows into our cup We feel incomplete and shortchanged Separated from source, from love estranged Ceasing thinking, abandoning all knowing In stillness feeling, gentle breeze flowing We embrace and release each life impulse Consciousness expands, everywhere at once Divine entwined, one with the universe Having vaporised, there’s nothing to rehearse Bliss throbs within, ignites our central vein In fullness of rapture, we are free from stain Undoubtedly senses five and mind have their use Yet is not overindulgence in illusion akin to abuse The inner polarities of our sentience are dormant Yet it’s from within that sparks, the bliss current It matters not ancient words etched on stones If it’s real, we must feel it deep within our bones |
Love thyself
Our fellow brother has a jaundiced eye. It’s best to smother our foolish heart’s sigh. Noblesse oblige’s passé. Why’d we trauma bond with rabid dogs stray? Just smile and abscond. Verse |
Hush the blush
Swathed in love’s shower, the seat of power grants free will traction, enabling action. For each soul mission, we take permission from our glowing heart, adding bliss to cart. Thus, we hold a rose and sword in repose, one in either hand; benign thunder’s stand. Jueju |
Fullness in Emptiness
Each occurrence a non-event, until worshipped by heart fervent, weaving in mind, spell of magic; outcomes joyous, sometimes tragic. Mindful eye, when conjoined with heart, colours space with picturesque art, in this moment, fully present, love granting pulse of life consent. Thus in mode, embrace and release, heart contractions begin to cease. Vibrant blissfulness, as soul stance, celebrates each breath of life’s dance. Lay |
The Matrix
Ego seeks grandeur, as soul does censure. Darkness veils darkness, stifling consciousness. Love employs no force, to cleanse fissures coarse, so light pays penance, deepening suspense. How long will we wait to walk through heart’s gate, becoming the light, shining within bright? Jueju |
Freedom from bondage
Encased in form, soul clamours to be free In every which way, we feel incomplete We are tethered to our mind-body tree All we seem to do is think, sleep and eat As we age, we feel energy deplete We wish to have the cake and eat it too Feeling within, blissful magnetic heat Soul rises through octaves of each love hue Heart’s enmeshed in desires, spewing envy We fake a smile, when fellow souls we greet Impulse of mind and heart are contrary Joyous in victory, sink in defeat Elusive is joy, ego is the cheat As of karmic merit, blessings accrue Why then do we hark not, the divine beat Soul rises through octaves of each love hue We’re confined, until with love we agree When head melds with heart, geometry’s neat The first step is to build our empathy Our consciousness fulcrum, at the heart seat Where bliss explodes, when polarities meet Once we make heart pure, like the morning dew We are graced with bliss, each moment upbeat Soul rises through octaves of each love hue Once we let go of ego, at God’s feet We imbibe boundless bliss, felt by but few May firm be God search quest, with no retreat Soul rises through octaves of each love hue Ballade |
Love alone is real
Flowing in joy, there’s no test; each life flicker, is but jest conjured by our heart’s desire, playing on thus, till we tire. As dreams within dreams unfold, disperse love sprinkles foretold, enlivening boundless space with myriad hues of grace. Mindfulness to the extreme, in as each thought form we beam, although at ease, like the breeze, drenched with love, before release. Jueju |
From darkness to light
Dark dungeons of stark fear cast a shadow of lingering doubt over heart’s innocence, which though is seat of the soul, now bemused, hands over control to narrow thoughts, controlled by ego, misaligned from source, causing suffering. Ignorance then, is the cause of our pain, since we’ve forgotten that we are soul in-dwelling feeble mind-body for earth life experience, that love enablement be imbibed by us, for soul ascent to heaven within us. Etheree |
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