Touching

Moment to moment, all moments entwined, I feel the touch of magnetism divine, the source of which, by mind is not divined so to know the truth, with heart I align. With this preamble, let’s step back in time, that I may share how this romance began, whose first tingle, was a soundless love chime, of God performing a full body scan. Grazed thus by Holy Spirit, I stood still, melding with the flow, in staid stillness slow, sensing dark voids of my consciousness fill, imbibing in silence, a blissful glow. Inner polarity of sense of touch, grace divine for which hermits crave so much. Grace divine for which hermits crave so much, became finally manifest within, for which, having discarded thought flow crutch, each breath intake saw bliss tingle begin. Now, unlike metaphors voiced by mystics, I will share what touch of God truly is, defining the main characteristics of sublime effervescence of bliss fizz. Imagine ignition in slow motion, that begins, resurrects but does not end, erasing every deluded notion, cajoling soul to with the vast void blend. Renouncing all knowing and past belief, surrender paves way, to turn a new leaf. Surrender paves way, to turn a new leaf, enabled gently by magnetic heat, bestowing cascading bliss as relief to tremulous heart, which becomes upbeat. With baton of awareness, now at heart, higher mind awakes and nodes within stir and upon presence adding love to cart, touch of God’s grace causes chakras to whir. My energy grid, this way sprang to life and I felt the flow of soma nectar, which transmuted form, making me bliss rife, from head to toe, piercing every vector. There’s more to this of course, so let’s get on; when ego dies, we’re here and now reborn. When ego dies, we’re here and now reborn, is a deep truth, which I wish to affirm, mentioned in holy books, some hold in scorn but now comes the part, needing focus firm. Mind-body is merely organic form, lifeless and inert, without breath of God, thus identity is but a thought storm, a recognition, that leaves presence awed. Labels matter not but let’s say we’re soul, dwelling within this form, which is but dust, which when touched by Spirit, makes us feel whole, here for a brief sojourn, upon earth’s crust. Ego that never was, must therefore die, if our soul in truth, truly seeks to fly. If our soul in truth, truly seeks to fly, the fetter of ego must be released, for which, choosing to become the vast sky, we get to a knowing, leaving God pleased. The preceding background, makes matters clear, which is the pathless path I trod upon, invoking grace, forcing God to appear, feeling bliss even midway through a yawn. I feel by touch now, my enlivened spine, seamlessly magnetised from root to crown, at centre of which, heart for love does pine so in stream of bliss, I willingly drown. Liken this to a moth’s death in a flame; give it any name, but I’m not the same. Give it any name, but I’m not the same, for that that is, is energy I feel, pulsating in each cell, a divine game, ushering within, boundless zest and zeal. Attribute of God’s touch is love supreme, inking presence with myriad bliss hues, grazed by which, we walk as though in a dream, even as rapture within so renews. No doubt Holy Spirit is transcendent but if there be no agenda tabled, it’s in form immanent as bliss resplendent, which by God’s touch, is here now enabled. Search not for Him in an unknown heaven; God is here, within, in chakras seven. God is here, within, in chakras seven, each energy node, a sensation felt. Some say nodes are more, perhaps eleven but in truth how may we count, when we melt? Suffice to say, having felt God within, I ponder not on musings of my mind, sensing by touch, bliss caressing my skin, content to be led by love, in trust blind. Knowing by touching by so becoming, is the wisdom which with all I do share, as best as I can, clear and forthcoming, hoping someone somewhere, with truth will pair. Joyous, I play my life role as assigned, moment to moment, all moments entwined.