“Just as the objects seen in our dreams are found, when we awake, to be insubstantial, so our waking perceptions are likewise unreal—a matter of inference only.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Being the dreamer and the dreamed,
how may we in the dream awake
as long as thought spirals are streamed?
Let’s make our mind calm like a lake!
With thoughts rested, poised in the void,
we as awareness self-aware,
reclaim light of Self unalloyed,
whence ego cravings we outstare.
Thought cessation is then the way,
for us to see and recognise
our true essence as clear as day,
beheld only when ego dies.
Let’s be with love and light aligned ~
We’re living light, not body-mind
Thought is the cause of creation,
which in staid stillness disappears,
so in restful meditation,
banished are all desires and fears.
All that’s manifest is but thought,
preceded by our heart’s impulse
but if we be not in dreams caught,
all that remains is bliss beat’s pulse.
We’re living light, not body mind.
Truth of Self transcends time and space,
which we know not since desires bind,
anchoring us in life’s rat race.
Whence unshackled from our mind tree,
our soul is instantly set free.
God is the flame Who lights all lights,
wherein the truth when we cognise,
beyond space time, peace that delights,
is our Self, which we realise.
Back to form, to see God in all,
dwelling deep within each form’s core,
entwined with gong of Om’s love call,
within heart resounds bliss beat’s roar.
When sense of separation ends,
meaning we transmute as the flame,
no one descends, no one ascends;
this lucid dream seen as a game.
Mirroring God’s blissful heartbeat,
essence of presence feels complete.
Shaped from earth’s crust, we are but dust,
yet our pulse mirrors God’s heartbeat,
enlivened by magnetic heat,
borne by His breath, loving and just.
Why then succumb to thrust of lust,
fleeting cravings doomed to deplete,
leaving us feeling incomplete,
love of God unable to trust?
Know that we are spirit not form.
Thoughts orbit cravings of ego,
which ebbs off when desires recede.
Staid silence invokes a bliss storm,
when who we are we get to know.
The path is simple: reduce speed.
Within our heart, a fierce fire raged,
a burning yearning to be free
from our mind, where we were caged,
that soul may dwell on earth carefree.
We knew there’s more to us than this,
striving being of no avail,
so in darkness of fear’s abyss,
we chose all thought forms to derail.
We shut mind’s door yet ego knocked,
begging our soul to be let in
but we were then in bliss mists docked,
deaf to mind’s cacophonous din.
We saw our Self as living light,
heart joyous in drunken delight.
We are still and yet life flows on,
borne by thought, causation desire,
to feel the warmth of love at dawn,
purged in heart, in God’s sacred fire.
Yet if all is one and we’re that,
all forms being but illusion,
where then is the need for combat,
save by egos in delusion?
Enriched by love, light of Self shines,
mirroring God’s luminescence,
rapture rises, love for love pines,
bliss beats throb as our quintessence.
That we’re God’s child, in stillness see ~
All He seeks is we be as He
habit routines to which we’re bound
shape the emotes by mind expressed
as we tip toe on holy ground
our uniqueness therein impressed
breath by breath, all moments entwined
life is but music we’ve composed
cry to God that truth be divined
heartbeats against love juxtaposed
in the gap between two thought trains
void of emptiness energised
there being no ego that feigns
truth of our Self is realised
silence invokes bliss magnetism ~
illumining mind-body prism
build up of angst in today’s youth
the cause perhaps a suppressed fear
a lifestyle deemed by soul uncouth
dampening vibe of their heart’s cheer
the cure lies in life’s simple things
no striving for one-upmanship
growing in love, spreading soul’s wings
light within worthy of worship
we are God’s love, we are His light
let us gentle thought, word and deed
slow down and discern wrong from right
soft voice of conscience always heed
life is a dream; recognise this ~
our true Self is love, light and bliss
Resting in our natural state,
as both feeble form and vast space,
mood and mode, release and embrace,
we watch thought forms rise and abate,
soon doomed to die, for that’s their fate,
doing nothing steps we retrace,
back to heart where boons of God’s grace,
bestow bliss as our soul’s true trait.
Life as impulsed still continues
but now in this dream we’re awake,
at ease in this world’s shifting hues,
in time stretched peace, calm like a lake.
With light of Self to us revealed,
no secrets are from us concealed.
Physical and soul’s eyes entwine
The head ovoid begins to glow
Orbiting heart all nodes align
As boons of grace God does bestow
Light of Self pulsates in our chest
Spine acts as a seamless implant
Breath by breath we are by God blessed
Within resounds the cosmic chant
The soles of feet and palms glisten
Readied for action when ordained
Silence speaks, we gently listen
One without oneness, our soul’s unchained
The light of Self now drenched in love ~
Is the symbol of God’s peace dove
Above the crown chakra we sense,
a moist cauldron oozing with bliss
and as we breathe in love’s incense,
we’re bestowed Divine Mother’s kiss.
Though beyond boundary of skin,
as we are therein anointed,
with each breath we anew begin,
our attention single pointed.
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir,
conjoined as a collective whole,
with joyous heart pleased to concur,
with our newly ordained life role.
We analyse not boons of grace,
as steps toward God we retrace.
anointing soul with heart’s intent
to enjoy absolute freedom
we granted love and light consent
to take us straight to God’s kingdom
along a vibrational shift
we set sail in the vibrant void
each emote choosing to uplift
mindful that we be not decoyed
here now within mind-body urn
we became the earth and the sky
embracing love’s benign bliss burn
flames in which we saw ego die
doing nothing thus in repose
we watched our soul metamorphose
We’ve donned this form to feel love warm,
caged in space and hemmed in by time,
memory of heaven wiped clean,
so we feel helpless in life’s storm,
deadened to pulse of bliss beat’s chime,
light of soul remaining unseen.
To have the cake and eat it too
requires us to remain awake,
recognising life is a dream
but how then will rapture renew,
if awareness applies the brake,
on flow of love’s dancing moonbeam?
This is the quiz we need to ace,
feasible only with God’s grace.
Romance commenced with quiet strolls,
with pleasing smiles, to ball commits.
There’s a tango of scented souls.
Ascent of a fantasy spritz.
Bright pretty skies; her bow is blue.
This coolish day, with yellow rays.
Serenity; a splendid view;
slight freckles and her hair ablaze.
Fresh air frenetically vaults
with sweet talk like a lullaby.
The pitter patter of hearts’ waltz.
Affair tonight - a gown, black tie.
He’s snazzy in black, shiny shoes.
The stars and moon! More so, her blues!
Feeling our fontanel pulsate,
enlivened by the pulse of bliss,
there then remains nothing to do,
save in childlike delight to wait,
awestruck as polarities kiss,
betwixt light strobes that so renew.
There is nothing to be divined,
since we have become the bliss flame,
positioned outside space and time,
all nodes of form, divine aligned,
fulfilling in part, our soul’s aim,
as we thus do heavenward climb.
One with oneness, we are the flow,
that transmutes soul in stillness slow.
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