Ascent

Accepting what is as is, let us rise, ascending vibrationally each day, wiping away tears in all moistened eyes, walking the talk being the way we pray. We already are, as we are, complete, recognised in moments when thoughts are still, in the void of silence, feeling upbeat, sipping soma nectar to our heart’s fill. Employing lower mind and senses five, these instruments bestowed aid us in life but God’s breath alone is what makes heart jive, suffused in love mists, heart fully bliss rife. Who we are in time we may get to know; first things first, let us make flow of thought slow. First things first, let us make flow of thought slow, employing mind only when is required, that shifting to heart, nurturing soul’s glow, cravings of wayward ego are retired. The compulsion to think is ownership we assign to objects of attention, so if nonchalance be way of worship, we erase the cause of needless tension. Living as of need and not as of greed, compassion holding out a helping hand, divine love pheromones in our heart breed, invoking bliss as and when we demand. So natural is path to soul’s ascent; all we need to do, is grant love consent. All we need to do, is grant love consent, recognising God’s spirit in each form, that then thus simply following the scent, we ignite in heart, a benign bliss storm. Knowing by feeling and so becoming the flame of love and light that has no name, God paves the way for our soul’s homecoming, fulfilling our mission in life’s end game. Time is an illusion and so is space, so liken hermit, this life as a dream, where we grow in love by God’s sublime grace, by resting thought forms that endlessly stream. Ceasing to weigh and size, embrace surprise; accepting what is as is, let us rise.