eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
assuming our heart is satiated
we shed our mask and don a cloak of light
commingled with bliss beats unabated
that thus beyond space-time drenched in delight
we look at the world afresh with clear sight
but although now diminished is our fear
we nurture desire so we are still here
hark the knocking sound
at the top of our head
commingled with bliss
as we’re by God’s hand led
Om the chant that arises,
commingled with God’s surprises,
felt within as bliss magnetism,
which pristine presence cognises.
God has devised for us an ism,
illumining mind-body prism,
ushering deep peace and wisdom,
heart affirms as an aphorism.
thought brew stale is familiar tale
but if the void of silence be our home
our heart will not pale in the fiercest gale
with consciousness mirroring God’s gong Om
life as scripted is in time depicted
wherein in the vastness we wingless glide
nonchalant to outcomes, heart uplifted
aware at all times that God dwells inside
the light that lights all lights always aflame
our form is suffused with bliss magnetism
life’s highs and lows then for us are the same
as we transcend knowings of every ism
commingled with bliss that does not abate ~
such is our vibrance mind cannot translate
a body part malfunctions
there is significant pain
yet it’s commingled with bliss
signalling we wear no chain
the nose chakra vibrates
celebrating pranic breath drawn
commingled with bliss that never abates
God’s boundless grace is what presence counts on
the thirty three stringed spine as always stands erect
with tranquil heart balancing all energies in its fold
as a receptor we simply do as God does direct
revealing our aura aflame in hues of gold
awareness bilocation is now the norm
dancing in form and motionless in the void
kundalini moves as she likes birthing a bliss storm
whilst Shiva facilitates existence in stillness unalloyed
with ego erased we no longer weigh, measure or size
assigning no meanings to benedictions of grace
as we metamorphose we slowly do realise
God always holds us in close embrace
If we abide in the Self, we are free,
else trapped in narrow cravings, we are bound,
so unshackling presence from our mind tree,
external impulses do not confound,
for we are at all times, in bliss mists drowned.
May we shine as Self, by day and by night,
commingled with fragrance of bliss delight.
Commingled with the Self’s bliss storm
A pillar of light is our form
Around which myriad worlds swirl
As Self we, to God’s will conform
God is the supreme light that lights all lights,
commingled with throb of bliss that delights.
“Meditation on) Pranava, the divine sound of Aum, is the only way to Brahman (Spirit), salvation.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
The root mantra that pervades the universe,
is the gong of Om, the cosmic vibration,
within which if our attention we immerse,
we enter the vibrant void of cessation,
imbibing God’s grace with no need to rehearse,
attuned to the cosmic reverberation.
In time Om becomes our inner sound current,
commingled with throb of bliss beats recurrent.
It is from heart that all desires arise
so therein too they must be satisfied,
which requires our ego to vaporise,
whence light of God in cave of heart is spied.
We affirm we have been, seen and so known,
God as the supreme light that lights all lights,
which is also called light of Self full blown,
commingled with throb of bliss that delights.
Smaller than an atom, vaster than space,
this wisdom is imbibed when heart is pure,
mode embrace and release at a slow pace,
heart lotus in full bloom and yet demure.
In life’s game of hide and seek, God’s been found
in the cave of our heart, free and unbound.
In God’s heart an intent arose,
which we may simply call His will,
to manifest the universe,
where agape love may overspill.
God conjured earth, water and fire
which are present in every form
and once this knowing we acquire,
bastions of wisdom we can storm.
These three elements God combined,
to create all that’s manifest,
by force of His absolute mind,
each form being by His touch blessed.
There then are only these three things,
within all diverse forms beheld
and in each heart God Himself sings,
that soul may choose with Him to meld.
Reworded, we do not exist,
as a separate entity;
of highest truth, this is the gist ~
false is ego identity.
All we see is an appearance,
diverse spectrum of vibration,
wherein all that is, is entwined,
commingled with God’s creation.
Scripture read, differing we say,
air and space deserve inclusion;
we need them too in form of clay,
five entwined in perfect fusion.
As a child of God, we have His power
commingled with divine love, light and bliss
but since we know not, in fear we cower,
sinking deeper into desire’s abyss,
though our heart tells us something is amiss.
Recognising we are not body-mind,
we then play our life role as God assigned
as spirit ensouling organic form,
transmitting vibrations loving and kind,
with our eye mindful, touch tender and warm.
A gentle breeze blows, commingled with light,
each morn greeting our presence without fail,
our senses coming to life with delight,
in thought rested calm where no fears assail.
Nodes within form are suffused with cool heat,
God’s disc of light rotates over our head,
with energy peaked at our palms and feet,
our vibrant presence is by bliss beats led.
In this manner, in but not of the world,
with all doings on earth done by God’s hand,
we breathe in grace, in the nest of heart curled,
in witness mode, imposing no demand.
Innocence plays, heart prays, awareness stays,
in time stretched stillness in form that decays.
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