Like Merlin, we graze
At thoughts limitless,
Benign souls scribbling,
Keyboards inspired,
Or so it seems,
Faith doubts and believes,
Love's days dreaming,
Stars, the moon, our muse,
Makes our happy hearts,
Okay poets!
feel the compelling pull
of divine bliss magnetism
toroidal effervescence radial
surging in all directions at once
arising from a centreless fulcrum
fixating thus our focus within
that as we are transformed
clear light in time dawns
(1-5-5-9 syllables)
Say,
Best in life today,
Born to live, let's pray
See through spiritual eyes, okay!
Slipping into silence, invoking grace,
feeling within hum of bliss magnetism,
flowing in mode of release and embrace,
rapture divine suffuses body prism.
Destiny impulsed continues to flow,
without any involvement on our part,
for we’re in the boat God Himself does row,
centred in prayer at peace in our heart.
That life’s a dream, to us has been revealed,
so there is no cause to engage in strife,
more so when mind, body and soul are healed,
awash in light of Self, fully bliss rife.
God’s sacred fire glows in mind-body urn,
wherein all we do is willingly burn.
I think of many things to say,
I think " I love you in any way,"
Still in love with you today,
"You're there, here I stay,"
"I adore you," with respect,
You are benign, I reflect,
'You're ever chosen," thoughts riot,
Lover, do keep it quiet.
Dew drops of bliss crystallise within form,
enlivening nodes where they choose to graze
and as we are swept away in this storm,
rapture refrains continue to amaze.
The Bindu bliss point at the head ovoid,
collaborates with the navel centre,
whilst cool heat in spine, pure and unalloyed,
holds steady the flame for grace to enter.
Toroidal humming heart and softened eyes,
exult in joy as pathways within clear
and our divine entwined soul wingless flies,
as God Himself does our life course so steer.
Soul’s slow motion blossoming like a rose,
is enabled thus in blissful repose.
God’s presence fills us,
caress divine so sublime,
we celebrate death of mind.
Wayward ego dies,
that mind of heart may awake,
entwined with the universe.
Within form, soma nectar drips
and our attention firmly grips,
which delights in bliss magnetism,
humming within mind-body prism,
so enraptured thus, we remain,
in heightened joy, soul free from stain,
for with wayward ego asleep,
in the vast void, we choose to leap,
doing nothing, simply feeling,
throb of rapture, so appealing.
Although we care, we cannot share,
for each soul must on its own pair,
with God’s current, ever present,
imbibed when we grant love consent.
As witness consciousness, we hush heart’s blush
Thoughts rested, attention animated
In time stretched calm, placid, peaceful and plush
From mundane existence, insulated
With cravings of lower mind vacated
Treading gently, renouncing pathways stern
We feel presence by love impregnated
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Humming a melody, as does the thrush
We play out our ordained role, as fated
Every heartbeat heightens, with love our crush
Each emote now as by truth dictated
Demons of our past, thus decimated
Benign love friction causes nodes to churn
How long for this moment, soul has waited
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Polarities dance, the mingle and brush
Nodes within are, by spirit rotated
Feeling a sublime elixir onrush
No wonder heart is always elated
Surging joy that cannot be translated
Magnetism cascades in mind-body urn
Each breath prayerfully celebrated
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Gently thus, by grace initiated
Twice born, we live on, truth of Self discern
Transformed by light, soul’s illuminated
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Benign bliss burn holds still focus
We are our form’s witness
Wavering not from love’s locus
Pathway to soul’s fitness
Delighting in life’s game
As we become the flame
We’re no longer the same
Live, love and learn
Benign bliss burn
13-January-2023
Quietus
A gentle rhythm is set into motion
as of blissful soul’s vaporised presence,
partaking soma nectar love potion,
whilst within heart burns God’s sublime essence,
which heightens rapture beyond proportion,
radiating forth as luminescence
and we thus burn alone for no one knows
the real reason why our aura glows.
30-November-2022
Benign bliss burn
Here we go again,
dancing in the rain,
‘twixt dew drops of bliss,
where void and soul kiss.
How may we translate
the way nodes gyrate,
when grazed by love's touch,
without thought form crutch?
Rising from within,
bubbling on our skin,
divine magnetism
ignites body prism.
Rapture heart imbibes
transmits sublime vibes,
holding in embrace,
outpourings of grace.
Layered silence yields
to power love wields,
for none can resist,
touch of God's bliss mist.
As nodes within stir,
all boundaries blur;
we become the all
drenched in this bliss squall.
19-November-2022
Benign Bliss Burn
A gentle mist of divine origin
osmotically pierces body-mind,
rapturous caress, each nuance virgin,
releasing erst fears and desires that bind.
We invite grace invoking magnetism,
innate, aglow and pulsating within;
rainbow in full view, in our body prism,
throbbing with bliss and playing on our skin.
As living light, crystallised within form,
soul's attributes burst forth in full glory,
manifesting thus, a benign bliss storm,
scripting our earth life's beautiful story.
The flame of love ignites mind-body urn ~
As bliss engulfs us, we willingly burn
16-October-2022
Bliss magnetism transforms our form
Our heart’s gripped in childlike delight
Nodes tingling within, the new norm
As rapture peaks by day and night
Our central vein is ignited
Bliss magnetism transforms our form
Head and heart, with love united
Willingly to God’s laws conform
Caress divine, tender and warm
Radiant energy torus
Bliss magnetism transforms our form
Mindful eye gentle, heart porous
There’s no doing that need be done
Standing still in this benign storm
With God one, we shine like the sun
Bliss magnetism transforms our form
02-August-2022
Right at daybreak the sparrow starts
To quibble, heralding the day.
"Prick! Prick! He says in spurts
Like a vexed man having his say!
He deals out thoughts,
Slights and retorts!
He prefigures what's to come
In the nearing daylight hours.
Things will cause us to lose our calm
And there'll be times for no favors.
You'll free your chest
And speak with zest!
The sparrow shows a clear spirit:
Voicing feelings without restraint,
Talking straight, not for plaudit
Or fighting shy of all complaint.
He says his say!
He talks away!
In the coming several hours
There will be all manner of talk,
Some benign and some venomous;
Hence the sparrow starts out the walk
With this quibble
As a dribble!
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