Alone

[Unseeking Seeker]

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In stillness we reside
With bliss we abide
Vibrantly aglow inside

Whilst we do not seek
Soma gently does seep
Permeating within deep

The bliss pulse magnetic
Scent of love eclectic
Our wholeness ecstatic

We know not meditation
Softly flows our attention
Unstained by any vibration

As we cease to compete
Suffused with bliss replete
We are as we are complete

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[Unseeking Seeker]

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Outcomes as may be any
In stillness sedentary
We simply look
Karmic play brook
With nonchalant ease
Free flowing as the breeze

To get to this orientation
We enter ever present meditation
As a way of life
Distanced from petty rife
Labelled indifference or transcendence
In truth what manifests is our innocence

Enabled thus to unceasingly wonder
Arising from our choice to surrender
By resting lower mind
Now free of its bind
We begin to gently flow
Imbibing bliss elixirous in stillness slow

The occasional oscillations that arise
We behold in surprise
Rejecting all association
With lower vibrations
In stillness following the bliss scent
Doing nothing we are granted ascent

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[Unseeking Seeker]

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The waves that arise
Association illusions
We behold in surprise
Applauding the magician

We sit among the audience
As well as perform centre stage
Engaging in the dalliance
Until we choose to turn the page

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[Unseeking Seeker]

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We observe vaporisation
Of all seeming knowing
Orientation of bliss elation
Facilitating blossoming

Flickering awareness
Glimpses of the light
Aligned consciousness
In rapture of bliss delight

Spherical cognition
All senses active at once
Love scent perception
Electrifies our pulse

None but we alone know
Vibrancy of our emptiness
In silence & stillness slow
Drawing nearer to Oneness

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[Unseeking Seeker]

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Having come undone
The doing to be done
Is oft by us neglected
It’s priority deselected
Even though we shirk
Everything still works
Optimally
Magically
The Universe lightens
Burdens as we brighten
Since we are now still
In alignment with its will
Returns the prodigal son
He and his father one

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[Unseeking Seeker]

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even as fear & agitation
in faces that surround
abound
we flow in blissful elation

for we now live internally
imbibing bliss elixirous
fortuitous
renewing within magically

agendas presented with guile
in self serving narrowness
selfishness
make us empathetically smile

being empty & void our response
to all turbulence external
ephemeral
is a loving embrace of innocence

the power we wield
with bliss our shield
makes us yield

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[Unseeking Seeker]

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Dying in the isolation ward
Alone in solitude
No goodbyes or last words
Save stoic attitude

This is the truth plain & naked
Vacuous is all solace
Yet the divine pulsation sacred
Radiates in few faces

Though death of form is inevitable
Stalking in stealth
Tranquil calm in some inimitable
Until their last breath

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[Unseeking Seeker]

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Unceasingly swings the maya pendulum
Displaying wide variety illusion spectrum
That as ordained we may descend to rise
Beholding God everywhere as no surprise

So to bring about astonishment & wonder
Awareness veiled to make hearts asunder
Seeing and so believing in separateness
Distanced from truth of singular oneness

The pulse of life then separation & union
That that we may re-cognise in celebration
A play divine in which we too co-conspire
Krama mudra oscillations does bliss sire

Squeezing out of each vibration cessation
At the moment poignant of polarity rotation
Never from ourself distanced within space
God omnipresent bestowing upon us grace

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[Unseeking Seeker]

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Awareness resident in the background
Comes centre stage to the foreground
Determined solely by choice to exit stagnation
Being nothing other than ego craving addiction

The difference this makes is where our awareness resides
In visible active consciousness or latent somewhere inside
We may equate this to love enablement as a receptor
As contrasted with divine connected as a transmitter

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[Unseeking Seeker]

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Are soul agreements etched in stone
Dog eat dog, game futile, each forlorn

By choiceless choice another name for grace
We choose to exit delusion and ego deface

First: contemplation
Second: recognition
Third: action
Fourth: cessation

In lived reality moment to moment internalising attention
Vibrant & complete in aliveness of throbbing bliss elation

Awaking thus from our long stupor
We offer the ego feral no anchor

Ceasing grasping
Choosing connecting

Free of blockages we gently flow
Divine entwined in stillness slow

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