Crystallised light liquified,
within form begins to glide;
silent hum, the cosmic drum,
that light itself we become.
Seven hues of a rainbow,
are thirty three as we know ~
the vertebrae in our spine,
where we see bliss beats align.
Lost in love’s magnetic chime,
we transcend both space and time,
yet return on earth to burn,
in feeble mind-body urn.
Immediacy of bliss,
as Cupid’s lingering kiss,
is the music that plays on,
where with each breath we’re reborn.
with fortitude drifting into quietude
attention effortlessly internalised
bliss beats making spiritual attitude
in staid cessation clear truth is realised
that we are living light crystallised in form,
vibrance of silence centred in every storm
where all that’s manifest and unmanifest
is God consciousness in movement and at rest
if we are to judge nobody
we must also excuse ourself
whilst witnessing dawn and sunset
as earth life flows on by itself
such are musings that today dawned
born in heart, crystallised in mind
vaporised Self is the witness
poised in stillness divine aligned
It was in the depths of winter 2010
At minus ten degrees.
There were silver wires of spider webs
And bare hardy trees.
Through the mist of my exhalation
A feeling beyond belief -
I stop and admire with fascination
The glittering outline of this hedgerow leaf.
It was stiffened by the hoar frosts sting,
Glossed by the kiss of daylight,
Holding on tight in a breezy swing,
Its crystallised edges sparkling bright.
Is it true that if you imagine cold scenes
You'll feel cold too? Worth a go!
In this heatwave I'll think of crystallised leaves
And how frost on frost can grow.
EXPECTANT THRESHOLDS
suddenly
conscious
of
perceived
patterned
memorials
beginning
to
crystallised
in
strange
experiences
reflecting
the
uncertain
mixed
tense
activity
indicates
transparent
unearthly
anticipates
awareness
immediately
surrounding
shadows
creeping
pictorial
spheres
veiled
unmoving
dissonant
transitory
fragments
swamped by vibrations crystallised as forms ~
we sense in all hearts, love’s benign bliss storms
ARTISTIC INCARNATIONS-:-
intense
concentrated
conceptions
utopian
utterances
as SYMBOLIC SENTENCES
elevated
purified
crystallised
intact
senses
now SUPPLANTED
exotic
swirling
shimmering
glowing
geometric
crystallised
conceptions
silhouetted
illuminated
tender
&wistful
enigmatic
filtered
framed
mimicking
&
embodying
the
impenetrable
to fuse
&evince
inspiration
coaxing
evanescence
light
expressive
intent
intensified
in
an
expectant
repertoire
of
the opaque
Words
verbs
aimless
adjectives
amalgams of verse
unshaped until
imagination's birth
bursts
fly free
on unfettered wings
blown to
&fro
to settle
long
forgotten dreams
as words floating
as petals
on a stream
a fragrance that lingers
a passage of light
inspiration
delineated
as
a thought
ribbon
originality
conceived perceived
crystallised
in relief
living light crystallised dances on earth ~
memory erased, contemplates self-worth
in the heart of the absolute
an intent arose
to manifest as a soul seed
then see how He grows
hiranyagarbha: cosmic egg
shaped like head ovoid
was the first manifestation
pure and unalloyed
both immanent and transcendent
Self as living light
crystallised then as body-mind
where ego blurred sight
earth life’s real and yet a dream
twirled by gunas three
yet light innate cannot be caged
silence sets us free
knowing this not, we pray to gods
concepts we’ve been fed
adept at brainwashing ourselves
truth’s as good as dead
in a state of inner conflict
head and heart apart
God smiles at us when we choose love
that’s the way to start
boundaries blur when love awakes
pheromones mingle
in samadhi we transcend mind
our soul’s eye single
the seeker who sought disappears
Self alone remains
this is the way, weary hermit
to shed ego chains
The cosmic egg, Hiranyagarbha sleeps,
which simply means we’re yet to awaken,
in as hatch out of the womb, when grace seeps,
that balanced polarities when shaken,
recognise that soul’s never forsaken,
descending to heart, which is God’s abode,
imbibing bliss, thus paying Him an ode.
In case these terms mystify, just know this,
that our soul’s light, is in form crystallised
and when so graced by Divine Mother’s kiss,
objects on earth no longer weighed and sized,
our true presence, is in heart’s realised.
Along kundalini’s blooming process,
whilst awake, we make in our heart ingress.
Just as all our limbs are integrated,
though each organ has a different role,
know everything is interrelated,
each one inseparable from the whole,
which we too are, as the light we extol.
Meditating thus, that we are the all,
from cave of our heart, bursts forth a bliss squall.
The sun is our eye and heaven our head,
breath is the breeze and blood crystallised light,
wherein once we are by throb of love led,
radiance of our aura pristine white,
engulfs the universe with bliss delight.
Meditating thus, our form is transformed
and bastions of heaven, peacefully stormed.
what is that clear knowing
by which everything is known
and please speak not in riddles
or preachings asking us to atone
we dwell in an organic body-mind
as do all other sentient life forms
each consciousness is capsuled
coping with turbid life storms
reflect on the truth principle
power that bestows gift of life
let us then meld with the source
the current that makes us joy rife
upon freezing the frame of time
piercing the veil of vast space
prior to all that is manifested
we see then our true face
who we are is living light
label it as heaven if we must
we exist as pristine awareness
to grow descend on earth’s crust
bereft of love, wisdom and power
we are then in form crystallised
after life’s lessons are learnt
we become God-realised
treading gently on earth
aware of who we really are
touch gentle and eye mindful
our aura shines like yonder star
all that is, is a play of light
crystallised as myriad forms
known by sages who have clear sight
bravely weathering life’s fierce storms
if we’re enabled, we can see
all that is, is a play of light
the sky is veiled by our mind tree
fear makes day too seem like the night
soul has fallen from heaven’s height
this manifest world is but smoke
all that is, is a play of light
dear heart, it’s high time we awoke
if but our consciousness we hone
embarking on a wingless flight
in staid silence, the truth is known
all that is, is a play of light
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