Longing flickers like a spell
loose in the dark...
a small, bright predator
pursuing the shape of you.
You appear where reality thins,
a shimmer of mist,
a spirit wearing light.
Desire opens its hidden door
and the door becomes sky.
I reach,
and my reach turns luminous,
a quiet magic
that conjures your presence
from memory,
from myth,
from the soft ache
that knows your potency.
Here,
in the enchantment between worlds,
you rise...
a mirage,
a star,
a dream
I can almost touch.
Gurgling stream invisible,
drawn to its blithe bosom,
by edge of dawn kismet,
whose loiter and lurk in,
my peep of day ear satin,
taunts drowsy pallette vein,
with velvet sonic swerves,
unique, unseen, unfolding,
conjures a deep sensory,
whiff of innuendo imaged,
blurred eye phase paused,
red sun sears sleep crust,
salt gust imp tickles twitchy,
nose, my loyal guide dog,
whilst morning slumber,
thaws in trancelike mien,
to shed blind spot tramp,
a faint backwash swoosh,
now flags receding eddy,
near rapids hazy vision,
one can intuit in a blink,
but not quite glimpse!
Aunt Edna’s cauldron was full of elixir green and high
I’m making myself a date, a wonderful, attentive guy.
The rest of us snickered at her unusually clever wit.
But in a few hours she had created a man named Chit.
Chit was the perfect date; he laughed at every joke.
Patted her back when he thought she might choke.
Kept quiet unless Aunt Edna squeezed his head.
Make me one too said her sister, I’ll call him Ted.
At night, my friend,
the whispering wind,
as I lay still in bed,
puts thoughts in my head.
In the disappearing light,
he conjures pleasing sights.
In the cool, dark above,
I see my lady love.
Oh my, what a tease -
you, the whispering breeze.
no thought hence no speculation
love conjures a beauteous rhyme
poised in all-time meditation
the heartbeat of God bliss beats mime
a disc of bliss covers our back
let’s call it a divine implant
we’re stretched on a magnetic rack
where gong of Om’s the sacred chant
bliss furrows adorn our forehead
soma nectar drips through our veins
boons of grace within our form spread
metamorphosis God sustains
The whit of peeve groans
slopes & rise,
slopes & rise as looping voices under disguise,
heave of raving voiced begrudge,
slopes & rise these inward knolls
burden streaming brooks
and un-foraged load,
so far, the mile, path to uneasy soul,
therein mirage fairing inward ethos’
grave starved quieting the mocking groans;
in the real, not so.
O suffering,
those unconscious woes’
deprave, hast wander’d thorough.
Still I sleep. Still I dream.
Whilst dormant conjures probe
tiniest relate with ancient lunatics,
inward hidden.
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
When we as a bubble swallow the ocean,
enveloping so to say, the universe,
in staid silence, free from thought flow commotion,
we transcend space-time with no need to rehearse,
that here now sipping soma nectar potion,
our heart spontaneously conjures a verse,
employing the power of bilocation,
one with oneness and manifest creation.
Epilogue:
Ramana verses are here concluded ~
Those yet in mind will remain deluded
“The avadhuta, alone, pure in evenness of feeling, abides happy in an empty dwelling place. Having renounced all, he moves about naked. He perceives the Absolute, the All, within himself.”
We flow like the fresh morning breeze,
mood and mode embrace and release,
having obliterated time,
with no demons left to appease.
Poised in peace betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
having no new peaks left to climb,
focus fixated on the void,
on its own heart conjures a rhyme.
Our presence, pure and unalloyed,
no longer by desires decoyed,
enlivened by bliss magnetism,
is no longer by thought forms toyed.
Grace igniting mind-body prism,
we thus transcend every known ism,
transforming as pure living light,
by a magical mechanism.
That all’s one is known by clear sight,
truth stark that banishes the night,
so here now, each moment reborn,
breath by breath heightens heart’s delight.
At each instant in time, mind knows but one chime,
but our heart instantly cognises the whole
and thus divine entwined, conjures a love rhyme,
fulfilling without effort its ordained role.
Over dependence on thinking is a curse,
for we’re meant to dance with no need to rehearse,
so if we live out our life in surrender,
each life breath is imbibed in childlike wonder.
There are two ways to exhume the ego;
the first being prayerful surrender,
the second inquiring and letting go,
that we feel within rise of bliss thunder.
That ego manifests is a wonder,
caging the light of Self in feeble form,
till grace conjures within a benign storm.
A night before Christmas and I’m not asleep
Finished gift wrapping and watching TV
Or really I should say TV is watching me
The family shows inspire I reminisce in peace
Christmas music so melodic and happy
Reminds me of love and laughs you see
Conjures up times in mind festive eve
I’ll do what I can to make new memory
So I’ll bake pies cakes good food to eat
Some deserts to crave for taste so sweet
In the den the fire will warm your feet
Have every desire satisfied a treat
We are the dreamer who conjures the dream,
including play of emotions therein,
being but thoughts we ourself chose to stream,
including concepts like virtue and sin.
We created space and the flow of time,
as also moments of joy and of pain,
imagining mountains we need to climb,
imposing on ourself a needless strain.
The actor on stage wishes to awake,
which strangely he can because he is us,
so in stillness, no earth bound goal at stake,
living in the now, he boards love’s bliss bus.
Thus doing nothing, save coming undone,
boundaries blur and all is seen as one.
upper rib cage below jugular notch
along the central axis of our form
a node glistens which we patiently watch
whilst enraptured in divine currents warm
as kundalini conjures a bliss storm
delight’s unbound as pheromones mingle
whence poised in peace our eye becomes single
Relying on thought as a crutch,
insentient to bliss beat’s touch,
no wonder we feel incomplete,
so perhaps it’s time to declutch.
Instinct driven patterns repeat,
without feeling magnetic heat,
as grace of God, divine sublime,
birthing bliss that does not deplete.
If Jacob’s ladder we would climb,
poised in silence, marking not time,
as pure awareness self-aware,
our presence conjures a love rhyme.
Melding head with heart, as they pair,
save joy, we’ve nothing to declare,
mind rests and with no dots to join,
cravings of ego we outstare.
Soul and God, as they so conjoin,
wisdom of sages we purloin,
that in this dream life, it’s a fact,
all are one, sides of the same coin.
Forging with love and light a pact,
the God code is by us thus hacked,
that as we so metamorphose,
attachments held onto retract.
Breath by breath bliss radiance grows,
more so when we are in repose,
brightening glow of our aura,
which exudes fragrance of love’s rose.
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