Partial recognition

Each realm we visit is a dream template, wherein our essence is cloaked in a form, that memory erased, we may tempt fate, our lifeline at all times, touch of love warm. Mistaken we’re only this body-mind, even though we see it is doomed to die, we spurn soft whispers of our conscience kind, bemused by desires, reaching for the sky. Drifting through life in this way sleep walking, on reaching the point when we’re exhausted, we recognise ego’s cravings mocking, as the cause why our heart’s cold and frosted. Looking all around at life in motion ~ We notice vast space, free from commotion We notice vast space, free from commotion, omnipresent yet without attribute, a deep stillness worthy of devotion, screen of consciousness nothing can pollute. Nurturing all existence in its womb, enigmatic silence all pervading, evidently code of life does entomb, concealing in its heart, light unfading. Scriptures and sermons offer no solace, offering us not the taste of what is, so unless we behold God face to face, we’ll be denied too throb of love’s bliss fizz. Humbled by this line of contemplation, silencing thought, we sense God’s vibration. Silencing thought, we sense God’s vibration, in as, as the life source, the cosmic gong, outside space-time, the cause of creation, hues of a rainbow, a nightingale’s song. The one becomes two and the two, many, wherein each entity is hypnotised, breezing through life, path as may be any, hoping truth of Self may be realised. Simply shifting into thought cessation, poised as tranquil awareness self-aware, our orientation meditation, doing nothing, with God’s heartbeat we pair. Our quiescent heart stifles all debate; each realm we visit is a dream template.