Alone

[Unseeking Seeker]

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

[Unseeking Seeker]

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

[Unseeking Seeker]

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

[Unseeking Seeker]

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

[Unseeking Seeker]

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

[Unseeking Seeker]

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

[Unseeking Seeker]

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

[Unseeking Seeker]

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

[Unseeking Seeker]

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

[Unseeking Seeker]

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