Zen mode

[Unseeking Seeker]

within body urn
holding soul’s light firm
sans thought sophistry
is our artistry

[Unseeking Seeker]

a serpentine path appears
we know not
what lies around the bend
for if we did
how would we be surprised
ah, the delight
of navigating linear time
with God within
our radiant glowing heart
bliss drenched

[Unseeking Seeker]

auto writing in trance
considered stuporous
in a way it could be
since there’s no one here
who claims authorship

all that is
is soul’s resonance
entwined with existence
and the vast void
without according preference

as long as bliss pulsations
reverberating in form and space
celebrate innate aliveness
we exist as vaporised self
witnessing the play underway

[Unseeking Seeker]

fixing an imaginary problem
in as interpreted by our mind
seeking a preferred outcome
within the sequence impulsed
being enacted as our destiny
recognised and yet we do act
going through all the motions
with emotion, gusto and zeal
being the part we so perform
best done if we are in trance
but now since we are awake
there seems to be no purpose
other than to clean the mirror
reflecting each nuance to God
who dwells in cave of our heart

[Unseeking Seeker]

an event precipitates
all options seem to lose
in as contracting heart’s joy
as yet immersed in the transient

our soul rests in the vibrant void
witnessing the ebb and flow
nonchalant to outcomes
for life is but a dream

[Unseeking Seeker]

our body signals
flickers of life’s flow
mindfully feel the waves
that leave wabi-sabi stains
as we are thus uniquely shaped
in the womb of the universe
entwined with existence
adding to it a flavour
accentuating love

[Unseeking Seeker]

assistance asked
our hand proffered
there’s magic in touch
making trauma bearable

why should the dream
be painful and unpleasant
when a whiff of love’s essence
heals and anneals heart that feels

[Unseeking Seeker]

discarding thought limiting
fanciful imagination laid to rest
suffused by bliss rapture scintillating
our form’s ignited, each node’s the crest

resident in our native element
there is nothing that we need to do
as self-existent presence luminescent
heart delights as bliss beats within renew

[Unseeking Seeker]

anxious eyes
betray fear
lips silent
but we hear

soul’s compass
points to light
in heart aglow
by day and night

the one spirit
dwells in each
light lamp of love
resistance breach

[Unseeking Seeker]

to which aspect
of this lucid dream
should we hold onto

love cajoles
invisible tremors
to meld with existence

as yet in mind
driven by instinct
ego makes hearts cold

conjuring
a horror story
our lover sleeps

how may we
enter their dream
to reassure all is well