Tonight in her the man in the moon is young —
He pulls her skin like a dog's white fang biting,
A chain above in her throat like a lump hung,
She's an apparition under his body —
All his crater's virtuoso in her struck.
The dreams still go on with so little lighting,
Another prison his peripheral view —
It's woman glimpsed in, by the man in the moon.
A tree birthed in girl's heart behind the window
Wherever, however, old Aspens are made —
And God was in green's time, Christ coming in gold.
The solo leaf that before my look just swayed —
She dropped in the dark, though would her lost life grow.
While at Autumn's end, I remember her shade —
Tree limbs reach for my womb, but never lift up
From where my hands feel, leaves come in unborn touch
What was once important is now mundane,
since we look neither ahead nor behind,
resplendent in light of Self, free from stain,
with pulsations of divine will aligned.
There is no time, yet dream images flow,
enlivening existence with their glow
and yet they are but shimmers in the void,
orbiting our heart, pure and unalloyed.
We feel God’s hand placed right over our head,
His grace in-pouring through the fontanel
and as we are in this manner spoon-fed,
bliss rapture rises boding all is well.
There’s no urgency for soul to ascend,
for there remain no goalposts to defend,
as breath by breath we behold in surprise,
the dance divine taking us to new highs.
Serried spirits walk on the wind
Paratrooper raindrops collecting courage before descent
Drunk off your paints, tasting life in your landscape
Heart ablaze, my fantasies have been conquered
Village pillaged by an army of one
Glimmer of my eye tucked in by evening sun
Assigned to your omphalos, war drums curvet
At your touch, I evaporate into song
Polyphonic acme
There are no moments which we need to count,
because we dwell in the eternal now,
with no fears or desires left to surmount,
as bliss mists rise within, which we allow.
With vibrant emptiness as now the norm,
as we’re swathed in currents both cool and warm,
we are as we are, at peace and complete,
drenched in sublime bliss mists, feeling complete.
Flow of God’s life force, in this form of dust,
enables us to ink the void with love,
requiring but we discard deeds unjust,
that boons of grace may in-pour from above.
Innate joy of heart ushers bliss delight,
that as we embark on a wingless flight,
there is in us no fear, since God is near,
speaking as conscience, whose whispers we hear.
We yield to heart’s innate urge to create,
whilst recognising we’re not the doer,
that as veil of maya we penetrate,
there remains no delusion of grandeur.
Refrains replay on the canvas of time,
a wispy ladder of smoke, which we climb,
magic on display, making earth life play,
as rapture rises within, day by day.
We can soften attention when we like,
resting thought flow in tranquil stillness slow,
invoking grace that bliss rapture may spike,
leaving our presence vibrant and aglow.
Sensing strobes of bliss within form humming,
music of the spheres in each node strumming,
we dissolve in the flame, willing to burn,
that our soul ascends in mind-body urn.
Swimming in the ocean of vibrations,
heart delights on display of sound and light,
where as we imbibe blissful sensations,
the rapture renewing by day and night,
breath by breath we observe ego dissolve,
vaporising that our soul may evolve,
by embodying God’s light in this form,
sensed vividly as a magnetic storm.
Though as witness consciousness sans desire,
we dwell in this form, so we are hemmed in,
tendencies of the past stifling soul’s fire,
birthing deep delusion, to our chagrin.
With silence alone offering reprieve,
poised therein we ask ego to beg leave,
that thus in God’s presence we may awake,
since dear hearts, our soul’s freedom is at stake.
When recognition dawns that life’s a dream,
within which we have assumed our life role,
by cessation of thought spirals that stream,
we see we’re living light scriptures extol.
Affirming that we are not body-mind,
we then can leave fears and desires behind,
upon which by befriending the vast void,
we reclaim soul’s light pure and unalloyed.
how still is our stillness betwixt bliss beats
with attention fixated in the play
rapture refrain that breath by breath repeats
is-ness of being-ness that’s here to stay
resting thus as awareness self-aware
God tends to our needs so why should we care
we’re beyond definitions and labels
for we’re the flame spoken of in fables
As light of Self encased in organic form,
keeping this remembrance always in focus,
we’re poised in stillness in each and every storm,
expanding our heart along the love locus.
Save this awareness no practice is needed,
for when love as the voice of God is heeded,
all doings in our life are done by His hand,
which in surrender, soul does so understand.
So unhurried we do not begin at all,
preferring to remain in tranquil repose,
as divine inspirations in mind snowball,
arising from a fulcrum God alone knows,
we are as we are thus, bliss drenched and complete,
enraptured as polarities meet and greet,
conjuring a verse with no need to rehearse,
since our soul is entwined with the universe.
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