Unseeking Seeker Poet Rubaiyat

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Journey Without Movement

“What is this strange place, we find ourselves in
We’re trapped in the open, yet free within”

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As subject looking at object
Ego impulse makes thoughts suspect
Nudging us in paths self-serving
Scars on soul reflect this defect

Choosing ourself as deserving
Feral cravings clip our soul’s wing
Until we enter our heart’s womb
Therein to love beats, in joy swing

Separateness, ignorance tomb
Layer by layer, which we comb
Dwelling thereafter, in the void
As bliss anoints us with aplomb

No longer thus, by ego toyed
Vaporised self, is by love buoyed
Magnetic heat, rapture blissful 
Transmutes soul; delusion destroyed

01-December-2021

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Sally Eslinger November 30, 2021 at 9:55 PM Ahhh, a Touched pen! I was quite charged as I began to read as it’s in the last 30 hrs that I invented a new word. Going with sub and universal consciousness, I came up with, “I conscience,” defined as an inward soul-seeking, slower and deeper circumpection(beyond quick reactionary ego just as you explain here…hmmm? Sally Eslinger December 1, 2021 at 8:07 AM Check your soup mail please Unseeking Seeker December 1, 2021 at 2:10 AM What is the true ‘I’ but God consciousness Itself?

Caren Krutsinger November 30, 2021 at 9:31 PM If we all did this "Choosing ourself as deserving" therapists and psychiatrists would be out of jobs. Unseeking Seeker November 30, 2021 at 9:52 PM Ultimately recognising oneness, that God in-dwells all forms and we too are His essence … delusion is dispelled