silence
energised
by bliss beats
it is our being-ness
unadulterated and so pure
enlivening emptiness
wherein we rest
magnetised
peaceful
Om
Peace
I am as am
Luminous nothingness
Vibrant emptiness
Radiating bliss
Here now
eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
time stretched peace in a flat line awareness curve
ever present flowing orientation
positions us in state of bliss we deserve
transitioning to all-time meditation
that as we go about with gusto and verve
although we dwell in the void of cessation
tranquility is the fragrance of our soul
enlivened by bliss beats that make us feel whole
when the new normal is rapturous bliss
as that that does not come and go or fade
it makes the void a luminous abyss
an ethereal mist in which we wade
in the timeless now for us readymade
is-ness of being-ness has a new name
a tempest of delight we cannot tame
Do l belong anymore
On that l am just not sure
Once it felt like coming home
Now it feels empty and alone
Once l knew it was for me
I had found my place of acceptance and happy
Now uncertainty reigns
The unknown flows through my veins
Once l had definite clarity
Now l feel no solidarity
Once verses now ….at completely different ends
Time has changed what once felt like ….a dear old friend
Om!
We acknowledge with gratitude
The beauteous pull of bliss magnetism
Transforming us as a pillar of light
Here now in mind-body prism
tidings boding all is well
divine light in every cell
higher heart now in focus
dances along love’s locus
spine to crown till the third eye
band of bliss that makes us sigh
as Divine Mother’s implant
vibrates as a soundless chant
though we cannot label bliss
birthed when polarities kiss
we pen these words just to share
body of light which we wear
Highlighting the insanity, And so relevent, to it today '
humming static flat line awareness screen
where time stops, space ends and boundaries blur
this pulsating bliss dome is now our home
silent potent thunder, a loving purr
Our tryst with bliss is a nightingale’s song,
having no motive and without an aim,
prismatically refracting God’s gong,
poised in the void as a flicker-free flame.
To the throb of bliss magnetism we swoon,
in sync with the rhythm of the universe,
be the night pitch black or graced by the moon,
dancing without any need to rehearse.
Rapture rises ushering surprises,
each petal of heart opened by God’s hand,
enlivened by spirit that baptises,
as His grace available on demand.
Flickering space lowers her eyelashes ~
For now we see God’s face in such flashes
I translated this from German to English. Which unfortunately makes it less elegant.
To share my love,
nothing more painful can I imagine,
than to tear my heart in two.
To be bound to someone eternally,
but never fully belong to him
There is neither yes nor no,
just endless desire.
To be betrayed, in the
most cruel way, is not
with the body, but
with the heart.
Chaos of emotions, Love and
Suffering have never been closer to
each other.
How will this End, no
solution in sight
With pain and tears?
I don't know
The obligation, to have to make a decision
weighs heavily on my Shoulders
cave of the heart and centre of our head
are both joined by an ethereal thread
a secret divine which only we know
cognised by presence in staid stillness slow
NOW
We are born of the light, from the womb to infancy, to adolescence, to adulthood then becoming elderly.
Always seeking from which we came, we live, we love, we laugh, we fear, we feel pain and we mourn.
Then our soul leaves this body, and transforms back to which we came
back to the earth, back to the elements, back to the light, then we start all over again.
" THE TIME IS NOW"
Not the pass, not the future, but right now, living in the now.
For all that we have at this moment in time is now.
Be blessed for nothing in this life is guaranteed, so live each day as a new life and be kind to each other.
carried in the arms of Divine Mother
we hop from one realm into another
until all desires birthed are satisfied
whereupon we are from ego untied
to which end always positioned at source
we attain clear sight without use of force
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