Recognition

Bliss beat’s divine chime slows down flow of time but how may this be articulated, for words are but symbols, offering not the taste, of this sublime elixir that in-pours from heaven? On melding head with heart, this paradox is resolved but what does this merging truly mean, in as how may it be accomplished, that we know in definitiveness, as does a caterpillar on becoming a beautiful butterfly? On choosing to slow down flow of fragmented thought, by becoming a nonchalant observer of body-mind, ego identity drops away, since it is now unfed, yet innate awareness pulsates in the void, where we see our true self as the light that lights all lights. Trapped in the open, consciousness is yet always free within, known unmistakably if we befriend vibrance of silence, effortlessly resting in the cave of our glowing heart, where union of polarities results in an explosion, gripping attention in a continuum of bliss magnetised peace. The cosmic joke is on us, since all this recognition reveals, is light of our being which always was, is and will be and so in truth no enlightenment is attained, since ego that sought has disappeared but that that dies in truth never was but a bubble of illusion. As the old adage goes, the ego can never accept the truth and so it resists, caging consciousness in thought forms, which reworded means we live in a state of hypnosis, deludedly believing we are this limited form, whereas in truth our eternal essence is beyond space-time.