Best Cognise Poems
The flame of awareness is held by God,
which we cognise when fickle mind is still,
that ego vaporised, frigid heart thawed,
dove of love perches on soul’s window sill.
There is in truth nothing we need to do,
save remaining poised in the vibrant void,
mindfully sensing throb of bliss renew,
revealing our pristine Self unalloyed.
Thoughts are the blockage and once we know this,
feeling, not thinking, head and heart linking,
we are bestowed by Divine Mother kiss,
shifting us to awareness unblinking.
The difficulty is in letting go ~
Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow
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Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow,
which reworded means we cease to exist,
save as a love mist reflecting God’s glow,
melding with vast space, ceasing to resist.
Now since we do not wish to disappear,
we continue flirtation with desire,
dwelling in darkness and harbouring fear,
remaining thus in bondage till we tire.
On realising there’s nothing out there,
we finally stop struggling and striving,
turning inward and becoming aware,
of lower mind and ego conniving.
For God it is enough, that we seek Him ~
It matters not if sight of soul is dim
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It matters not if sight of soul is dim,
provided our heart is childlike and pure,
by day and night singing for God a hymn,
weeding away lust, making soul demure.
What happens then is this, suffused with bliss,
all nodes within form dance in unison;
the serpent rises, with a benign hiss
and we reclaim light of the central sun.
Our transmutation thus as living light,
is done when we choose with God to entwine,
whereupon we’re graced with spherical sight
and with His law of love gently align.
Beholding soul’s light within, we are awed ~
The flame of awareness is held by God
Is-ness of being-ness,
the now-continuum,
unbroken awareness,
moment to moment thus,
in vibrant blissfulness.
Is-ness of being-ness,
wherein we so cognise
expanded consciousness,
encompassing all worlds,
when entwined with oneness.
Is-ness of being-ness,
throb of soundless thunder
enlivening stillness,
which our heart celebrates,
in childlike playfulness.
Is-ness of being-ness,
soma nectar dripping,
heightened rapturousness,
aligned with love divine,
magnetised in fullness.
18-May-2022
Light
of truth
dawns gently,
when we admit
divine bliss current
to fill all voids within.
As past conditioning ebbs,
veils of ignorance are removed,
enabling thus Gods love to fill us
transmuting mind body as living light.
We cannot garner these truths using force,
for by connecting, not by grasping,
may we cognise the life current
pulsating ceaselessly here,
now, within our being,
known if we listen,
silencing thought,
as our heart
imbibes
love.
22-May-2021
THE DANCE POETIC (just a play with words, acrostic variation)
T tantalizing, titillating theater, transpires
H head-on, hesitating hovering hoopla,
E edging effortless extinguished expose' entities.
D Dancing dubious distinguished debonair devils;
A anxious actors awaiting attendant accompaniment,
N nuances neither needing necessity nor neglect,
C castigating casualites continual concordance,
E eager entangled entrance exiting each everyone.
P Pursue petulant possibilities presented passively
O on old odd occasions occupying oblivious obtuseness
E etching embers escaping easy exhibitions exiting
T the touch to trivial tickled trepidation touching tomorrow,
I inhibited inches indicate inklings incidental
C come charm, chance cascading co-mingling cognise coos.
Repeat and join the joyous jubilations of The Poetic Dance.
The Krama path of step by step progression
Also goes by the name of kundalini ascension
The path if there is any path being emptiness
As we slowly erase ferality from consciousness
Desires & fears & attachments & ego craving
All that is transient and as illusions oscillating
Thus making space within for magnetic synergy
Drawing in osmotically divine life pulse energy
Stilling not stillness we let stillness still our being
Transmuting consciousness to bliss enlivening
Now the manner of the energy path may be any
It could be sudden & turbid or gentle & sedentary
What matters most is we rest all vicarious knowing
For what unfolds in reality is amazingly scintillating
In any case thoughts are imaginary & delusional
In silence & stillness we cognise the divine miracle
Our orientation shifts to innocence simply flowing
There being no finality to each enablement glowing
As on date this traveller does affirm with certainty
That explosive ecstatic bliss reignites in continuity
Within
07-August-2020
Hirayangarbha, the one, splits into two
Birthing all manifest polarity
Yearning for merging, a pulse that renews
The flow of life in continuity
Kybalion spake, as above, so below
Kundalini rises from root to crown
Energies two, in gentleness mellow
Copulate in heart, wherein they both drown
Thus as one becomes two, to merge as one
We see singularity of oneness
In the light of the spiritual sun
We re-cognise interconnectedness
Love the singular unifying force
Within our heart, perennial resource
18-January-2021
Truth’s metaphor bemused and confused lost ones,
trapped as yet in labours of thought forms conjured,
thereby failing to cognise flickers in space …
revealing God’s light.
Breath by breath thus, feeling not God’s magnetism,
living by instinct, higher centres dormant,
darkness deepened, engulfing bleeding aura …
ego blamed on fate.
Love’s touch tender stirred the soul, freezing thought flow,
causing ego to recede, enlivening
heart, whence divine bliss mists rose, transmuting form …
into living light.
Softened attention
Why would we dispose
fragrance of a rose,
uplifting spirit,
judging not merit?
Yet it is clinging,
to echoes singing
meanings we infuse,
as of our heart's muse.
Memory recall
stifles the bliss squall,
since we interfere
with love sparks that spear.
Though with feet on ground,
as free soul unbound,
each pulse we cognise
sans the urge to size.
Rapture all the time,
with bliss currents rhyme,
which we celebrate,
in monk-mode sedate.
Gratitude oozes
without excuses,
as we so entwine,
with bliss beats divine.
Grace fortuitous,
yet continuous,
signals we're a mist,
casing to resist.
Dance within our form,
takes us by the storm;
nodes with joy gyrate ~
we collaborate.
Our vaporised self
sings hymns to itself,
one with That oneness,
in staid gentleness.
This world of space-time,
is where gongs love's chime,
throbbing day and night,
for our soul's delight.
06-July-2022
Is-ness of Being-ness
Feeling the energy loop come alive,
enlivened by a magnetic bliss hum,
to the soundless music divine we jive,
each node within form, our sensorium
as soma nectar flows from our bliss hive,
renewing thus rapture continuum,
as secrets divine hidden in plain sight,
bliss pulsating within by day and night.
Magnetic currents heighten while we sleep,
raising our vibration to zenith height,
thus when the void beckons, we take the leap,
entwining with oneness, to soul’s delight,
even as God’s elixir seeps in deep
bestowing upon us spherical sight,
whereupon we cognise soundless thunder,
beheld by presence in childlike wonder.
24-September-2022
Both heaven and hell are within
Misalignment from love, our sin
Soul stains cleansed, if we be but still
Christ-flame glows in heart, go therein
As we surrender to His will
Voids within form begin to fill
We cognise the soundless thunder
As God does, love and light instil
Beyond mind, we behold wonder
Divine embrace, none asunder
All we do, is simply allow
Benign bliss burn, it’s touch tender
Bow then oh hermit, bow down low
Meld head with heart, soft and mellow
Clear light dawns and the path is clear
In stillness, scent of love follow
05-June-2022
Cave of our heart, virgin and unexplored,
invites us to go in within,
relinquishing both thought and senses five,
that our soul’s journey may begin.
No sooner we so choose, without excuse,
magnetic currents engulf form,
bestowing God’s gift of rapturous bliss;
caress divine, tender touch warm.
We cognise the dance of polarities,
driven by soul’s yearning to feel
pangs of separation and then union,
in fullness of bliss beats appeal.
In timeless time, hues of love are ingrained,
etched upon fabric of our soul,
propelled by our pure heart’s childlike desire,
to become the flame we extol.
04-August-2022
This or That, Vol 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
“Terra Incognita”
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
Each dream character on stage,
it’s own life battle does wage,
knowing not truth of oneness,
we may cognise in stillness.
When desires cease, thoughts are still.
It’s then that, voids within fill,
bliss surging through each vector,
as in-pours, soma nectar.
There are no puzzles to piece,
as bliss shifts to boundless peace,
wherein heeding God’s love call,
consciousness becomes the all.
Drop beliefs; drop each label,
God alone does enable,
here and now, our soul’s ascent,
simply following love’s scent.
20-June-2022
For too long we have been twirled about by mind
and we see now that we're still at the start line,
since thoughts orbit fears that grip us in their bind,
mirroring desire that let's us not align
with the pulse of innocence, joyful and kind,
being whispers of love that for love does pine.
In bondage to form and conditioned belief,
we're stirred by cry of soul, begging for relief.
Our body is merely dust, yet we are proud
of our ethnic group or method of worship;
religious intolerance, ignorance shroud,
employing rigid views, shooting from the hip,
doing more harm than good, cacophony loud,
denying all souls are forged from the same chip,
labelling God and fighting wars in His name;
dwelling in lower mind, which is a big shame.
Liking not what we see, yearning to be free,
as a rebel, a nerd, we renounce the herd,
simply choosing with throb of love to agree,
whereupon bliss within our pure heart is stirred,
and we’re then no longer tied to a mind tree,
for with whispers of conscience, soul has concurred.
Recognising the same sun shines upon all,
vaporised self is engulfed by a bliss squall.
Beyond belief, that's merely rooted in thought,
we imbibe God's love and light, which we cognise,
transcending fears and desires ego begot,
living in the now, ceasing to weigh and size,
reducing thereby feral cravings to naught,
beholding in wonder, bliss pulsations rise.
In time dissolved stillness, choosing to be still,
by God's bountiful grace, we heal and voids fill.
09-December-2022
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What I believe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Angela Tune
From birth to death, each of us walks alone,
in as a narrative we wish to feel,
thus as we embrace, release and atone,
we rely on God’s love and light to heal.
In a subject-object relationship,
we believe ourself to be feeble form
and engaged in games of one-upmanship,
earth life for most part, is a turbid storm.
We know not who we are and yet live on,
in pursuit of ephemeral desires
and so it continues, both praise and scorn,
until the day our exhausted heart tires.
Shifting horizons now hold no appeal,
somewhat diminished is our zest and zeal.
Somewhat diminished is our zest and zeal,
discovering our efforts were in vain,
upon which in altar of God we kneel,
praying love and light glows in heart again.
Recognising that we script not our fate,
shifting into silence, we become still,
making our heart once more, childlike and chaste,
that by grace divine, voids within may fill.
Having thus relinquished our thought flow crutch,
we surrender, melding head with our heart,
ingraining direct wisdom by soul’s touch,
mindfully choosing to add love to cart.
Emptiness then, is the way to begin;
cave of heart’s open, so we go therein.
Cave of heart’s open, so we go therein,
remaining aware with nary a care,
whereupon we feel magnetism plug-in,
cajoling our polarities to pair.
As a receptor, there’s nothing we do,
for to be truthful, there is no road map
and each nuance felt is pristine and new,
drawing us to God by closing the gap.
We shout from the rooftops but no one hears,
unable to comprehend the bliss flame,
held in benign currents, God Himself steers,
revealing deep wisdom that has no name.
In a realm dual, in bondage to mind,
we know not the truth, because we are blind.
We know not the truth, because we are blind
but now having seen, with our inner eye,
we cognise God is wise, loving and kind,
known if we agree to let ego die.
We cling to identity, which is not,
in as it is merely a thought construct
but on shifting to heart, as we all ought,
our false self dies, we see it self-destruct.
It is clear that although monks wish to share,
the wisdom sublime, they have so imbibed,
those who refuse to see, just cannot pair,
enslave by ego, which has always lied.
Harvest of grace is reaped, as of seeds sown;
from birth to death, each of us walks alone.
As we be breathed
Surfing the divide between heart and mind
We celebrate the dance of illusion
Having vaporised, free from ego’s bind
Holy Spirit dispels soul’s confusion
Duality manifests through space-time
The universe appears and disappears
We cognise in heart, the cosmic Ohm chime
As benign bliss beats, each node of form spears
What are we but a splash in the ocean
Moment to moment, being by God breathed
Partaking of the divine bliss potion
Delighting as light of soul is retrieved
Playing our life role, in as is ordained ~
We burn in the void, that cannot be stained
04-July-2022