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What Is Real

Scriptures speak to us in riddles Relying upon esoteric symbols They may be well intentioned But it’s time this truth is mentioned That addressing mind, invoking fear Guilt of imagined sin begins to sear Plunging our mind in deep confusion Spontaneity lost, fearing retribution Something’s rotten in the religious setup For unless soma nectar flows into our cup We feel incomplete and shortchanged Separated from source, from love estranged Ceasing thinking, abandoning all knowing In stillness feeling, gentle breeze flowing We embrace and release each life impulse Consciousness expands, everywhere at once Divine entwined, one with the universe Having vaporised, there’s nothing to rehearse Bliss throbs within, ignites our central vein In fullness of rapture, we are free from stain Undoubtedly senses five and mind have their use Yet is not overindulgence in illusion akin to abuse The inner polarities of our sentience are dormant Yet it’s from within that sparks, the bliss current It matters not ancient words etched on stones If it’s real, we must feel it deep within our bones 31-March-2022
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Dietrich Avatar
March 31, 2022 at 2:15 PM
wow, those last two lines are SO insightful. I know people who are really great with Scriptures, yet their behavior toward fellow man is wanting. that is for sure. Good one.
Seeker Avatar
March 31, 2022 at 8:59 PM
Indeed, well said, Andrea
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March 31, 2022 at 9:57 AM
Now your talking my language Seeker, an outstandingly truthful poem, using religion/s to put fear into people is totally wrong, if an entity or a gods love is not felt inside the feeler, then it’s all an illusion of self delusion, Personally I cannot force myself to believe what I don’t feel, however something compels me to keep searching under every stone, etched or not, cheers David
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March 31, 2022 at 9:02 PM
Unless the body is energised by the current … call it anything, Holy Spirit, kundalini, whatever … unless we feel it, actual transmutation is a far cry. Yet, it’s attainable, if we invite divine bliss into our heart
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