Ascent

As Bindu and third eye entwine, we feel pristine presence align with the pulse of the universe, renouncing cravings that confine. Dancing without need to rehearse, vibrant heart composes a verse, recognising life is but play, accepted for better or worse. Be this as it may, we yet sway, having not made love our mainstay and so betwixt glimmers of light, silence becomes our chosen way. Third eye grants sight and Bindu, bliss, bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss, whence feeble form becomes aflame and we see we are all of this. With God connect as soul’s sole aim, there remain no demons to tame and suffused by magnetic heat, emptiness is our claim to fame. As polarities meet and greet, throb of bliss makes heart feel upbeat and as we slowly vaporise, wayward ego concedes defeat. Embracing each breath in surprise, we do not weigh, measure or size, soul choosing instead, to be led by God’s magnetism to new highs.