reflections reveal radiance
emanating from deep within
enlivening bliss magnetism
around which polarities spin
tranquil stillness animated
totality capsuled in form
as transmitter and receptor
bilocates in this benign storm
divine bliss beats send a signal
that our essence is living light
whispered wisdom wisening us
drenching us in drunken delight
An etheric drill whirs in our third eye,
guru and crown chakras following suit,
the vibrant bliss hum causing heart to sigh,
as breath by breath our stillness we reboot.
Navel to crown now is the central vein,
in as cognised, as a pillar of light,
wherein capsuled consciousness we retrain,
imbibing bliss, heightening heart’s delight.
Each node renews itself within itself,
as dynamic stillness whilst in motion,
etching within luminescence of Self,
where we as the drop become the ocean.
Sipping nectar of bliss as it does spill ~
We shape shift and metamorphose at will
God taps us at the highest point of our head,
between the crown chakra and the Bindu point
and as we are most gently by His hand led,
Divine Mother does by bliss mists form anoint.
Even though body-mind is an interface,
capsuled consciousness does receive divine grace,
that herein inseparable from the whole,
in mindfulness we may fulfil our life’s role.
Positioned near the peak and then pulled back,
matters not to us since ego is dead,
for though we were denied we feel no lack,
so we shrug off those moments when we bled,
continuing to with mindfulness tread.
We will wait for as long as it may take,
for our capsuled consciousness to awake,
be it in this lifetime or the next one,
so here we are, a rippleless calm lake,
our bliss drenched presence lustrous like the sun.
A God-spark, capsuled in form,
senses currents cool and warm,
joyous on feeling contrast,
not knowing earth life won’t last.
Thought spawned illusions amaze,
so soon the soul’s in a daze,
descent chosen by free will,
so he must now trudge uphill.
To rise on an upward arc,
is easy for the God-spark,
if in heart its quest does start,
a simple shift and yet an art.
Mind has a life of its own,
which it is loathe to disown,
so continues spewing thought,
a web in which soul is caught.
A day comes when desires cease,
thoughts ebb and soul flows with ease,
propelled by bliss magnetism,
enlivening body prism.
Cessation then paves the way,
compelling mind to obey,
pulse of heart, all love and light,
filling form with bliss delight.
Heaven then descends to earth,
childlike hearts bubbling with mirth,
recognising all are one,
as God’s spark, same as the sun.
“If the Self is the negation of difference and nondifference, if it is the negation of knower and knowable, if there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the third, how can there be the fourth?”
Time makes kinetic, consciousness in space
but neither space nor time truly exist,
being but a template birthed by God’s grace,
terrains we navigate as a bliss mist.
Consciousness capsuled in form feels constrained,
since deep at its core it knows it is light,
hemmed in by space-time, to body-mind chained,
it searches for permanent bliss delight.
Power of bilocation is the key,
that as both immanent and transcendent,
poised at heart’s stillness centre, we are free,
beholding light of Self, bliss resplendent.
Dear souls, bother not about yogic states ~
We are living light that never abates
Capsuled in form, entombed in space,
caught in the swirl of sensations,
lost in dreams of mind’s creations,
we have yet to see our true face.
Remorseless is the flow of time,
with past erased, future unknown,
so in truth there’s nothing we own,
yet our soul seeks new peaks to climb.
To fix this jinx, we pause the cause,
of the movement of fickle thought,
in vibrance of silence self-taught,
blossoming as heart lotus thaws.
Intent stirs and the path appears ~
Bliss mists rise, banishing erst fears
“The Self transcends all, is indivisible and all-pervading. It is free from stain of attachment, immovable and all-pervading. It is without day and night and all-pervading. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
Words as symbols are not the thing,
which appears and then disappears,
whilst also failing to depict,
the source wherefrom vital force spears.
Metaphors are our sole resource,
which point out to but don’t portray,
that homogeneous consciousness,
to which egos kneel down to pray.
We, here and now, capsuled in form,
may be then labelled as God’s spark,
a statement literally true,
though it still leaves mind in the dark.
Suffice to say we’re living light,
one with oneness and bliss replete,
as awareness beyond space-time,
free from attributes yet complete.
There’s in truth nothing to attain,
for we’re he we set out to seek,
which we learn when heart’s free from stain,
dancing with all souls, cheek to cheek.
Consciousness capsuled in form,
when with God’s laws does conform,
suffused with magnetic heat,
vibrant presence feels complete.
Through this life, as life may test,
poised in peace, we are at rest,
transfixed in the dance divine;
bliss beats with which we align.
capsuled in this organic form
in the matrix of space and time
to throb of bliss beats we conform
which conjures a beauteous rhyme
life’s dance in ultra slow motion
unfolds petals of heart in bloom
we are the wave and the ocean
feeling within bliss rapture zoom
“He attains to the supreme, eternal Self, in whom exists no Veda, no initiation, no tonsure, no teacher, no disciple, no perfection of symbolic figures, no hand posture or anything else.”
Before we can walk, we begin with a crawl
and so we turn to religion and scripture
but when labours of our mind we choose to stall,
we then finally see the bigger picture.
Total thought cessation thus does hold the key,
for our capsuled consciousness to become free,
discarding every breathed conditioned belief,
giving our true being much needed relief.
“Descent and ascent is the game divine,
which we see through when head and heart align.”
~ quote by poet
Poised in peace as the entire oneness field,
as also capsuled in organic form,
we see there are souls who need to be healed,
enabled if with God’s laws they conform,
by invoking in their heart a bliss storm.
Each soul awakes on earth in timeless time,
imbibing the truth betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
The root of all ignorance is the I-thought,
where our capsuled consciousness asserts itself,
that thus in a web of fears and desires caught,
bemused by narrow agendas on heart’s shelf,
knowing not who we are, we flounder about,
like a dead man walking, the mind filled with doubt,
so if we truly wish to obtain release,
in tranquil silence, flow like the morning breeze.
aspects of the flame
seeded in a descending arc
have each been capsuled in cocoons
floating in perfect elliptical orbits
in the matrix of space-time
separation is illusionary
being but an idea in the mind
that hypnotised by dancing shadows
dreams within dreams the cage
the flame of Self is veiled
by power of magnetism
ever pulsating in toroidal heart
all scattered energies therein converge
union gives rise to boundless bliss
manifest universe disappears
poised outside space-time
the Self renews itself within itself
as one without a second feeling complete
bereft of attributes free from fetters
dwelling in ineffable peace
what is that clear knowing
by which everything is known
and please speak not in riddles
or preachings asking us to atone
we dwell in an organic body-mind
as do all other sentient life forms
each consciousness is capsuled
coping with turbid life storms
reflect on the truth principle
power that bestows gift of life
let us then meld with the source
the current that makes us joy rife
upon freezing the frame of time
piercing the veil of vast space
prior to all that is manifested
we see then our true face
who we are is living light
label it as heaven if we must
we exist as pristine awareness
to grow descend on earth’s crust
bereft of love, wisdom and power
we are then in form crystallised
after life’s lessons are learnt
we become God-realised
treading gently on earth
aware of who we really are
touch gentle and eye mindful
our aura shines like yonder star
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