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Imagine in crown, an ethereal hole,
a portal linking us to vastness of space,
wherein formless presence, or what we call soul,
brings back to form the outpourings of God’s grace,
manifest as bliss mists that make us feel whole,
rapture sublime holding us in close embrace.
This is the divine flame, intimate to each,
which dear fellow souls, is well within our reach.

Now that we know this, how may we reclaim bliss,
that unending current of which sages speak,
borne as of folklore by Divine Mother’s kiss,
which manifests on plugging energy leak,
whereupon in peace, feeling nothing amiss,
in childlike joy we dance with love cheek to cheek?
The clue dear hearts, is each of us was born free
but later chose to bind soul to our mind tree.

Given that mind’s an instrument for our use,
befriending silence we can rest thoughts at will,
whence flow of soma nectar begins to ooze,
delighting as it begins to overspill
and then music of the spheres becomes our muse,
where the universe moves but our mind is still.
Though the path is easy, it seems difficult,
conditioned to follow a this or that cult.

Not by doing but in undoing we rise,
since the table is laid for bliss readymade,
if we be receptive to offered surprise
allowing oughts that arise to gently fade,
recognising life’s a dream, a web of lies
and nestle in heart, in God’s heavenly glade.
Fixating focus on both the crown and heart,
let us all dear souls, our true life journey start.

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