Alone

[Unseeking Seeker]

Here
I Am,
receptive
in innocence;
inner sentience
attentive to each pulse,
without thought interference,
poised in an unexpectant calm.
With our identity vaporised,
we rest in the void of vibrant silence.

In our stillness we feel within movement,
being throb of bliss enlivenment,
the continuum unbroken
lower aspects forsaken,
nodes within awaken
out of their slumber.
A calm tranquil,
joy blissful,
covers
us.

Poetry form: Etheree

[Unseeking Seeker]

Fear
of death
envelopes
all other fears;
annihilation
of who we think we are,
as in a separate self.
This delusion, our suffering;
identification with body,
though knowing that it is ephemeral.

Upon internalising attention,
in thought vaporised meditation,
we connect with the universe.
Our consciousness shifts gently,
reveals divinity,
being we ourself
hidden within;
eternal,
pristine,
pure!

Poetry form: Etheree

[Unseeking Seeker]

Throb
of bliss
surprises
the child within,
displaying delight
at each nuance cognised,
softly embraced and released,
treading gently upon the earth,
as is wont of free flowing presence,
aligned with the source in exuberance.

[Unseeking Seeker]

Nodes,
chakras,
enigmas.
We discover
divine play within
by directly feeling,
the throb of bliss within form,
whereupon there remains no doubt,
as we be to become the bliss mist;
purring rapture in renewal within.

Yet each seeming end a new beginning.
A tranquil calm descends upon us.
Invisible veils are lifted.
All we do is to allow,
open and receptive.
In direct knowing,
merging with Self,
here and now
as we
watch.

[Unseeking Seeker]

Path
pathless.
All it takes,
is our yearning,
with God connecting.
Rapt attention thus still
invites bliss our form to fill.
Having emptied out all toxins,
paving way for divine ignition
being-ness thus our orientation

Bliss continuum an unending flow,
rapturising form in stillness slow.
As we melt into no-thingness,
the singular consciousness
is all that here remains.
Joyful and unstained
is a bliss mist,
pulsating
within
now.

[Unseeking Seeker]

Joy,
sorrow;
both cyclic,
as is all else
in the external.
Simple recognition
of a pulse in renewal,
an open secret in plain sight,
compelling us to explore within:
inner sound current, divine light and bliss.

The pathless path thus begins with a thirst,
to see the truth clearly in plain sight.
Resting instruments external,
distilled attention flowing,
devoid of resistance,
we go in within
in surrender,
to behold
vibrant
bliss.

[Unseeking Seeker]

Veil:
the dark,
ignorance,
befuddlement,
web of illusions,
begetting delusion,
said to be a divine play,
as our fickle attention sways,
blown like a leaf in the hurricane,
encircled by ego, our thoughts inane.

More the learning, lesser is our knowing,
whilst joy and sorrow remain cyclic.
On choosing total surrender,
we imbibe bliss in wonder,
resting our lower mind,
free of ego bind.
Our ascension
just happens,
as does
dawn.

[Unseeking Seeker]

Spark,
aflame
in our heart;
burning passion,
thirst unquenchable.
No scope to compromise;
God connection the seeking,
wherein bliss throb within rises,
through paths full of divine surprises,
moment to moment, all moments entwined.

There then thus no doing to be performed,
save choosing to melt in love divine.
In silence and stillness we watch
as we are slowly transformed.
Form and formless align
under the love sign,
in timeless time.
Our prayer,
is soon
heard.

[Unseeking Seeker]

Love
graded,
joy bubbling,
then transiting,
on heart opening,
to empathy spacial;
it’s outpouring radial.
In time we get to compassion;
warmth of love steadily outpouring,
with vibrant bliss within thus pulsating.

Over time, something within falls away.
Inner silence becomes our mainstay.
Hollowed form pure and pristine,
exists to live the love dream,
as joy within does stream,
an invite to merge
in the bliss surge,
radiant,
aglow,
here.

[Unseeking Seeker]

Pull
innate,
to align,
with the divine.
The geometry,
chakras in symmetry,
draws us magnetically,
into pathways vibrant with love.
No doing to be done save shifting,
from head to heart, throb of love embracing.

The blueprint is clear, yet strangely we err,
slumbering in swamplands of stupor.
This is the enigma baffling;
cause of human suffering.
No sooner we exit
ego narrowness,
instantly free,
each entrée
joyous
bliss.