cave of the heart and centre of our head
are both joined by an ethereal thread
a secret divine which only we know
cognised by presence in staid stillness slow
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
Outer and inner vibrations drum on,
cognised by power of bilocation,
which in the eternal now is reborn,
as our ever present meditation,
birthing time stretched peace and bliss elation.
Negating nothing, embracing the all,
we are the stillness in life’s sin swept squall.
body fatigue diminishes not soul’s light
though no doubt it has to be attended to
to savour the bliss of magnetic delight
cascading within form whose each hue is new
cognised by our spiritual eye’s clear sight
as blessings of grace continue to accrue
that thus situation any we dance on
in time dissolved silence breath by breath reborn
The knowing by which everything is known,
vibrant essence of life, pure living light,
as what we are and yet can never own,
is magnetism that ushers bliss delight.
Mind cannot label each point in the sky,
the joy tingle when pheromones mingle,
involuntary spasms when heart does sigh,
yet is cognised by our soul’s eye single.
Using the power of bilocation,
skilfully shape shifting in all domains,
flame of consciousness our meditation,
we become a God-spark that wears no chains.
As both dreamer and dreamed, we are the all ~
We are the heartbeat that spurs a bliss squall
Thought forms swirl around our core,
a bliss mist, which has no door,
so since there is no fulcrum,
we but sense the cosmic drum.
Heartbeat of space is cognised,
the light beyond realised,
from here, the in between place,
where we imbibe boons of grace.
Body-mind is a balloon,
charged with bliss, that as we swoon,
whilst in deep meditation,
we behold God’s creation.
Along spine, from root to crown,
till third eye, then dipping down,
bliss magnetism loops our form,
ensuring that we transform.
As is God, we’re living light,
a spark, dancing with delight,
a wave, merging with the sea,
the stark truth, we clearly see.
The I-thought arises, then disappears,
so the practice is to get hold of it,
before we’re hypnotised and ego leers,
that lamp of awareness in heart be lit.
Blink and we’ll miss it, so hold firm focus,
examining the I-thought’s very source,
which lies far beyond the space-time locus,
cognised in silence, without use of force.
The Self when polarised becomes the ‘I’,
to navigate this earth life’s harsh terrain,
where heart feeling limitations does sigh,
when it chooses to wear the ego-chain.
Freedom or bondage, is for us to choose ~
As both dreamer and dreamed, what’s our excuse
If we yet feel duality,
know soul’s work to be incomplete,
for unless we see all as one,
life’s lessons learnt we must repeat.
As long as awareness flickers,
we have not assimilated
love, light, bliss and wisdom imbibed,
thus are yet by ego baited.
Unless flame of Self be steady,
in as by our presence cognised,
know oh hermit, we’re not ready
and God’s yet to be realised.
Liken heart to be a deep well,
where we can escape ego’s spell,
poised therein as pure divine light,
illumining mind-body shell.
Enraptured in bliss beat’s delight,
we set sail on a wingless flight,
in a realm beyond time and space,
yet cognised by our inner sight.
Hum of aliveness we embrace.
Of wayward ego there’s no trace.
We dissolve, becoming the all,
enabled of course, by God’s grace.
where within our form, is God located
a futile search to keep ego busy
doomed to failure since thoughts are sedated
all that results is we become dizzy
insentient to bliss bubbles fizzy
present everywhere, surging within form
cognised when we resist not love’s bliss storm
Betwixt bliss beats, heart does sigh,
mind at peace, a cloudless sky,
presence vibrant and yet still,
aligns itself with God’s will.
Acknowledging not space-time,
with no mountains left to climb,
love’s bliss flame, our claim to fame,
treats earth life as but a game.
We may be a mere atom,
yet we are the substratum,
that that does not come and go,
cognised in staid stillness slow.
Free from thought, we are stable,
as bliss mists do enable,
transcendent truth undefined,
breath by breath, all breaths entwined.
aided by divine magnetism
thoughts in mind no longer arise
all is cognised in an instant
just like a beauteous sunrise
breath by breath, as such we remain
as a deep peace engulfs our form
graced by epiphanies that dawn
we’re the centre of love’s bliss storm
enraptured by a show of sound and light
lower mind has never cognised before
shifting from one trance to another
ego again begins to keep a score
remaining captive in prison of mind
seeing not beyond illusion of thought
failing to comprehend the simple truth
that it is heart where we become self-taught
recognising limitations of body-mind
the vessel allotted for earth life
we make do with the vehicle
remaining always bliss rife
our true Self is love and light
cognised directly by eye of soul
we let not this dream life impact us
as we cheerfully fulfil our ordained role
silence
pulsates
vast space
flickers
cognised
by us
but who
are we
without
senses
sans mind
at peace
we yet
exist
feeling
complete
we are
the heart
formless
pure light
resting
therein
bliss mists
fill form
come dear
follow
the scent
of love
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