In simple words

Emerging from a fulcrum deep within, arises a humming, magnetic pull, which in each moment does afresh begin, drenching us with bliss, making heart feel full. Rapture ignition, thus in renewal, becomes the new norm, just like our heartbeat, love’s elixir sublime, grace it’s fuel, making pristine soul presence feel complete. As dormant nodes within form come alive, we cannot help but display our delight, upon beholding our soul’s light revive, enlivening us by day and by night. With ego burnt on the funeral pyre, consumed by fire, there remains no desire. Consumed by fire, there remains no desire and in timeless time, we become the flame, so with no mundane goal left to aspire, we imbibe bliss monks seek, in life’s end game. The seeker who sought, having disappeared, questions cease as we become the answer, with our life being solely by God steered, we exude joy, like a cosmic dancer. Vibrant here now, in but not of the world, we shout from the rooftops what we have seen but find most of mankind are with fears curled, simply refusing to see their soul’s sheen. What a pity that although we are free, we negate love and light, tied to mind’s tree. We negate love and light, tied to mind’s tree, deluded that we are this feeble form, thus unable to live a life carefree, bereft of touch divine, soothing and warm. We would assist, if we knew where to start but this journey we each must take alone, being simply melding head with the heart, wisdom of sages, we best etch in stone. Know God is love and love employs no force, thus if we truly wish to awaken, using free will, we can meld with the source, for which lower mind must be forsaken. No sooner we shed egoic resistance, we recognise from God, there’s no distance. We recognise from God, there’s no distance and we’re alive because of His power, so simply making erect our soul’s stance, we allow love and light to empower. As we can see, there’s nothing to be done, except of course getting out of our way, which requires us to slowly come undone, that we may see God’s light, as clear as day. Of no use are sermons that pastors preach, because the spoken word, is not the thing and God dwells within, so easy to reach, if we but choose to let innocence spring. Slowing down thought flow, we become aware, love in love with love, with love seeks to pair. Love in love with love, with love seeks to pair, so what are we waiting for, weary sage, for just by dancing, with nary a care, we may frolic carefree on this world stage. Likening life to as a lucid dream, wherein we’re both the subject and object, beholding how in this world, thought forms stream, each illusion we can and should, reject. All that that comes and goes is not real, so within life’s seeming separation, feel with zest and zeal, love’s boundless appeal, entwining all forms with God’s creation. Time’s now to recognise and not tarry; let polarities within form marry. Let polarities within form marry, meaning simply that let’s meld with the void, for if we trust God, why then be wary, more so knowing we’ve been dark fears decoyed. To get to this end, our will we must bend, choosing to befriend silence as it speaks, that by doing so, our soul may ascend, magic of love plugging energy leaks. What happens then is this, mind-body prism, transmutes slowly, becoming living light, brought about by benign bliss magnetism, revealing our true form, shimmery white. With each pore suffused with bliss sensation, we’re granted the boon of bilocation. We’re granted the boon of bilocation, present both in body and all of space, which when breath by breath, is our vocation, there remains on earth no puzzle to lace. Made in God’s image, the light of our Self, descends on earth to garner love by touch and although the music plays by itself, we need now to discard the thought flow crutch. We may wake up here now, by being still, that ego shorn, we become the twice born, whereupon voids within, on their own fill and light of a thousand suns, we adorn. We reclaim soul’s light, by plunging deep in, emerging from a fulcrum deep within.