held within the womb of space
pampered by the flow of time
reflections in the hall of mirrors
shape shift for our heart’s delight
desire the cause of manifestation
hermits claim to have renounced
a negation that is surely delusional
for do they not celebrate each heartbeat
as dreams within dreams on earth unfold
perhaps freedom lies in vibrance of innocence
embracing and releasing each life offering
orientation unclinging, childlike heart singing
in a bubble of unknowing
stupor we chose to celebrate
doing nothing gently flowing
feeling in-form chakras gyrate
renouncing thought of loss or gain
we invoked power of zero
thus breaking free of ego chain
in God’s eyes became a hero
celebrating ignorance as an offering
enabling us to experience suffering
an orientation as such exits trance
recognising life as a divine dance
spontaneity does not paragraph
so soul laughs at its own gaffe
and with no earthy goals to chase
bilocates between earth and space
enjoying bliss even whilst hemmed in
at all times feeling bliss ignition within
We are alive and so we celebrate
vibrancy of the now, that so renews,
joyous feeling nodes within us gyrate,
bliss becoming the flavour of our muse.
Far cry is boredom, with each breath joy grows,
such is innate uniqueness of our soul,
witness consciousness always in repose,
throbs with bliss magnetism sages extol.
Just as we delight, watching the ocean
or melding with sunsets soft scarlet glow,
we savour taste of love’s magic potion,
in time dissolved tranquil staid stillness slow.
At the epicentre of bliss thunder,
our presence is left awestruck in wonder.
How Celebratory
by Odin Roark
To know romance is borne
Of definitions unknown,
Of vibrations beyond sentient grasp
Where resides imagination sans ownership,
Is to know the illusive magic.
For where else would such intuit dwell,
If not in the discovered world
Of the undiscovered,
Accessible to only those of courage,
Those unafraid of illusion’s magic
Of disappointment,
Where a fractured heart,
Made open and vulnerable
By willingness to suffer,
Finds solace in anticipation.
Experience shadows
Tomorrow’s longing,
Yesterday’s regrets,
And somewhere within,
Where past,
Present,
And future,
Are of no consequence,
Rests life’s intimate reward,
The essence of amour.
That longing
Found void so often,
Only to be resurrected
When one’s time is again ready,
Awaits the moment.
Thrown arms in the air,
Smiles of rainbow and sunset glory,
Know so well,
Like tomorrow’s sunrise,
That the true embrace
Of enigma’s prized possession
Will appear
Again
And
Again.
Dream
Such vast auras of who you are
Are floating everywhere—
Precious fragments of life’s romance.
How celebratory.
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