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
God’s grace in-pours
from our fontanel
soma nectar drips
boding all is well
God’s disc of light
hovers over our head
nothing need be done
we are by His hand led
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.
a stream of bliss
enters the fontanel
third eye glistens
boding all is well
toroidal heart hums
rapture fills form
we’re poised in peace
centred in this storm
centred deep within each and every cell
lies the spark of God wherefrom bliss mists swell
caress divine sublime is intimate
seductive tingles that do not abate
boding all is well in mind-body shell
we are the flame and in it ego dies
each breath ushers a new blissful sunrise
We’re he who spirit has chosen to christen,
transforming within form each and every cell,
which reflecting God’s light, sparkle and glisten,
synced to rhythm of bliss beats, boding all is well,
that thus gentling attention, as we listen,
we sense vibrations of Om, the cosmic bell.
In time form becomes a flame that has no name;
tempest of bliss magnetism, we cannot tame.
the tenth door pulsates
boding well for soul’s ascent
even though we are in surrender
seeking nothing save caress divine
transmuting decaying form made of dust
a crepuscular forest of shadows,
of fierce animal boding -
devout day-mare crossfire
Softened attention, marked by pure intent,
agendaless, yet trying to connect
with music of the spheres, for soul’s ascent,
delights as bliss beats within rise unchecked.
When eye be single, pheromones mingle,
resulting in a thunderous bliss surge
and we feel an ethereal tingle,
as male and female polarities merge.
The path is simple but mind complicates,
conjuring beliefs of heaven and hell
but heart’s innocence always celebrates,
with caress divine boding all is well.
Thought is overrated; shift to the heart,
for that’s where we feel bliss ignition start.
Dear Memories,
You are so precious to me.
Especially the fond delights;
Which keeps my mind afresh of past moments,
To which I make renewed and informed decisions today,
Sustain ancient renowned trends,
And become a better version of myself.
I put you in high esteem,
For there won't be an iota of change if you hadn't existed.
And to the ill-boding and unsuitable ones;
Thanks for growing and exposing me to glare reality.
For you taught me to learn,unlearn and re-learn.
It has been a hell of a ride.
But , ohh ! I've got to admit,
My desired transitions are visible and laudable.
You are the best companion.
Last year she belonged to you
Giving her all
For you to breakthrough.
Chimes at twelve
Fireworks exploding
Yet no Good-will came from your boding.
She picked up her heart that
Dragged on the floor
Dusted it off
Deciding she was worth more.
Resoluting to be the very best
That only she can,
She stopped her influence
Sobered again.
Then she was free from things
That bound her
Became a fresh experience
Happy, joyous and free!
I
One more my friend, one more
ice cold beer golden filled,
till I alone face my mortal end
by death’s emissary killed.
Where haunts a ghost of mine
whom I once much owed...
one more my friend, one more,
just one more for the road
II
One more my friend, one more
boding self-evident truth,
but fear not a day of reckoning
nor an everlasting reproof.
Behold the virgin and the whore,
alas both have sins to bear…
one more my friend, one more
fork in a road to nowhere
III
One more my friend, one more
lost courage for me to find,
to forgive a troubled weary soul
and rest with peace of mind.
Let church bells ring for brides
and infants in holy baptism...
one more my friend, one more
old demon for my exorcism
IV
One more my friend, drink up
and seek a blessing now,
seek a true salvation and pray
that you find it somehow.
And if I pass before my time
among the grateful dead…
drink up old friend, drink up
and live long in my stead!
Written: December 1996
I am being held hostage by a pressing force of incognizant, and I am impregnated in a world of spiraling storms of confusion.
Fragments of memories prods my mind. Sudden and swift memories of my failings and sins are but a measured minute of my life.
Why can't I remember slipping into this fog of incertitude, this doom pressing force of incognizant.
My heart grows numb against the days and nights that I spend in despondency.
Familiar faces shifts to peculiar and ill-boding images.
Solitude is a conundrum of emptiness. A bittersweet embrace.
My tongue is locked in an aphasia space.
My brain has forgotten its ability to command, and so my legs and arms have no will of its own.
I want to run away, run to a place that will strike a familiar note in my brain.
I hate being handled by strangers who pull at me and torture me with applications of abuse.
In a regular diurnal, my dignity is decomposing.
Despair is the song of my wretched soul.
I can not stop crying.
copyright Labyrinth of Life
In all our days upon the earth
they are clouds all around
some are light but others dark
amidst them there’s hope to be found
These dark one’s can be awful
black and over boding to the soul
your mood seems always cast down
hopelessness fills you as comfort’s stole
Remember to lift your drooping head up
for over your hill lies your eternal hope
there’s a God in heaven waiting patiently
to see you passing down your rope
So this is our God of hope
Jesus who wipes away our cloud
keep your heart embraced in His
eternally secure the Lord has vowed
I miss you, my love; oh, how I miss thee
each moment you are absent from my sight;
for when you are gone, I feel the dark night
pressing round, thick and cold, though my eyes see
the solar sun still shining brilliantly.
The world it shines on with you out of sight--
oh, my beloved-- it is not colored right,
but strangely keyed and void of symmetry.
Make your absence from me brief. Speed your sun!
its warm rays of love and truth and peace
make burn upon my world. Night is undone;
my soul from clutching darkness finds release,
when you its boding powers overcome,
and clothed by your light all black terrors cease.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
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