Idle musings

We feel within, magnetic heat, gripping us in meditation and as rapture within us grows, false identity falls away, whence we reclaim our inner light, here and now, in the waking state. No doubt at first, fear forms yet bait but with head bowed low at God’s feet, we imbibe wisdom, byte by byte, speeding soul’s acceleration and now that bliss is here to stay, third eye pulsates between eyebrows. Holder of the flame alone knows, what it feels like at heavens gate, which once we grant love right of way, finds us head to toe bliss replete, feeling one with God’s creation, awakened to spherical sight. Love drenched thus by day and by night, presence repays debts our soul owes, immersed in endless flirtation with bliss without a goal to state, so fellow souls we meet and greet, treating flow of life as mere play. For pure of heart, there’s no delay, in reaching heaven’s zenith height, for with bliss keeping heart upbeat, essence of presence freely flows, being worthy, joyous and chaste, God alone soul’s aspiration. Bliss thus forms soul growth foundation, with mindfulness as our mainstay and as nodes within us gyrate, we dwell at all times in delight, borne by grace God Himself bestows, ascent from which there’s no retreat. Pulse of love continues to tweet, gripping us in blissful repose, till we see light of Self bright white.