As light ineffable illumining form,
with heart that feels, mind that thinks and senses five,
caressed by the breeze, currents both cool and warm,
the vehicle ensouled seems to be alive,
though it is but dust, swirled about in the storm,
wherein formless presence is he who does jive,
so as that, not this, polarities rotate,
where from the void, we watch torrents in full spate.
Soar me skyward with you.
Teach me to be stress free.
Show me how to read the wind
and leave all care behind.
Send me home with wisdom.
Hold me safe and guide my dreams.
body speaks
we listen
after all we live in it
there is a dividing line however
between need and greed
so we do what feeds the soul
without stifling spontaneity
mind is an instrument
we must use it when needed
when the task is finished, rest it
throne of awareness to heart ceded
recognise mind stagnates, whilst heart flows
dwelling in heart, we are in our true home
we are aglow therein, in spatial peace
synced with the cosmic gong Om
Opting to feel, rather than think,
sensing energy flow in form,
as a non-doer we receive
hues of bliss flavoured with love’s ink
and as we’re centred in this storm,
soul’s at peace when ego begs leave.
The simple shift from head to heart,
is really all that’s needed
for soul to transmute as God’s light,
causing bliss ignition to start,
that with will to Him conceded,
we see Him clearly in plain sight.
God calls to us, let us respond,
forging with love, a lifelong bond.
What’s our love index,
if out of sight, out of mind,
is our orientation?
We do not obsess
on forms that are manifest,
knowing God’s omnipresence.
we need ego-mind
to cross the road
and solve a sudoku puzzle
as for life itself
dwell in the heart
for that is where God lives
events anticipated by us
may or may not occur
it is up to the universe
whether or not to concur
either which ways
vibrance of surprise
dies a premature death
strangled by ego that tries
roles are yet enacted
but we are not the doer
so we live in the moment
knowing God is the doer
Feel heart glow, in life’s flow,
moment to moment thus,
sans cravings that resist
God’s grace which so in-pours,
as a sublime bliss mist.
Feel heart glow, in life’s flow,
melding with the vast void
wherein our nodes tingle,
suffused in waves of bliss,
where pheromones mingle.
Feel heart glow, in life’s flow,
joyful in the current,
simply by being still,
sipping soma nectar,
soul aligned with God’s will.
Feel heart glow, in life’s flow,
as lifetrons gyrate;
when love for love does pine,
resounds soundless thunder,
of soul music divine.
25-May-2022
Notes: https://www.yogapedia.com/definition/5824/lifetrons
In continuum of stillness
Void as object of awareness
There then thus being no fulcrum
All that is, is vibrant oneness
Sways not attention pendulum
There’s no ego residuum
Save the bliss mist, nothing intrudes
Enlivened is our body prism
20-March-2022
Piercing and distinct, yet soft and subtle,
bliss pulsations within, thus stretch and yawn,
radiation inside out, spherical,
ushering each moment, beauteous dawn.
Divine magnetism, heightened rapture spawns,
ignition renewal, joyous delight,
wherefrom pristine presence never alights.
The external world, takes care of itself,
as we remain bliss ensconced day and night,
with narrow fears and desires, off the shelf.
16-February-2021
Feel the touch subtle
Alive in each vibration
Deep intimacy
27-October-2020
Orientation
Tranquil and joyful
Yet there is a thirst
For divine connect
A fire within
Steadfast resolve
In staid stillness
To God within
We surrender
Thus centred
We slowly
Vaporise
We hear
The sound
Ohm
06-October-2020
We delude ourselves, always have, still do.
Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature!
We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago.
Started by those who knew next to nothing of
where they lived. Their place in a universe they did not know.
Our universe unimaginably large may be just one bubble in a multiverse of infinite time and size. Always was always will be some say.
There are those where we live who’ll claim they know god’s mind, have faith they’ll say.
Specks on a speck that know it all.
They’d say, following ancient rituals is where the truth lies. As if the ancients knew.
There are those amongst us who claim to know the way and tell us what to do. Tell us to bow down, and how to behave. Power and control is all they have, a few controlling the many with all the privileges that entails.
Most that we know from a speck of dust we have learned, but there’s so much more,
Infinitely more, infinitely more to know!
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