My
core
eludes
convinced I’m
under a moonspell’s
magnetic pulse anchored within
across bossa nova sambas strummed on nylon strings
luminous is this moonflower’s white petals contrast the deeming darkness
under a saudade of stars symmetry an opus pleasant to the ear, there in lateral
is my b u r i e d s o u l in s o i l so l o v e ’s d e e p s t e m s s t e a m ~
into sweet fragrance lingering in dawn’s ensemble, I its exhibit an external bloom only at night’s crescent-lit grace, strands of opalescent pearls, jewels face up, yet my thirst is still unquenched,
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Eons having been spent in hypnotic trance,
with indulgence in illusions the cause,
no wonder stooped is our stance,
since we opt not to pause.
Desire births thought,
which then feeds our ego,
which is why we are fear fraught,
attachment to objects unable to let go.
Mistaken that we are only this body-mind,
we have become addicted to thinking,
from pulsations of love misaligned,
blocking awareness unblinking.
If we but pause to reflect,
befriending silence the mists clear,
whence seeing that we are shipwrecked,
invoking grace, God’s presence then draws near.
God dwells in our heart so our search to jump start,
poised in silence as pure awareness self-aware,
deeming all souls as one and none apart,
with universal consciousness we pair.
God and we are already one,
so in truth there is nothing for us to do,
save through surrender slowly coming undone,
allowing the throb of bliss magnetism within to renew.
An arrow shot cannot be retracted,
so it would appear we must suffer fate
but impacted not by light refracted,
the hermit is calm in stillness sedate,
knowing that in time ripples will abate.
No target is offered by empty space,
where all that exists, is love, light and grace,
so if we be as such, we are immune,
living out our life at an easy pace,
deeming dance of destiny as jejune.
In time stretched staid stillness sedate,
ascend, pause and consolidate
tranquil poise as our default mode,
mindful that thought forms do not bait.
Though long and winding is the road,
resting mind, we let soul decode
God’s pulsations of love and light,
breath by breath lightening heart’s load.
Deeming fears and desires as blight,
in repose by day and by night,
we embody the boons of grace,
blooming and garnering clear sight.
With no earth bound goals left to chase,
all attachments as we efface,
as we shine in our inner glow,
we’re held by God in close embrace.
Within dreams conjured, we assume a role,
deeming ourself separate from the rest
but when eye turns inward towards the soul,
the world disappears in our heart’s bliss nest.
Resting as pure being, beyond space-time,
then knowing ego never existed,
all that that then remains is bliss beat’s chime,
not dream characters we had enlisted.
Knowing this truth, we may pause to reflect,
that abiding in silence as the way,
our formless presence, once by bliss mists flecked,
reveals higher truths since we cease to sway.
Shedding off concepts, one step at a time,
as the Self we have no peaks left to climb.
If we’d merge in God’s heart with ease
Reclaim innocence of childhood
Dwell in the heart, where we then stood
Each desire, embrace and release
Recognise life is but a dream
Borne by thoughts we ourselves do stream
Get rid of the thinking disease
Know there is no separation
Make heart’s pulse our meditation
That with no demons to appease
Deeming all one and none apart
We see God’s glow in every heart
Love awakens as we unfreeze
Our form is drenched in bliss delight
As is God, we are living light
If we’d merge in God’s heart with ease
Each desire, embrace and release
Get rid of the thinking disease
That with no demons to appease
Love awakens as we unfreeze
Recognising we are the universe,
one with God, as His spark within each heart,
we play our role with no need to rehearse,
deeming all souls as one and none apart.
Misaligned from love, some souls go astray,
yet we’re all entwined in a oneness field
and so with each breath we soundlessly pray,
oozing bliss mists that in time all be healed.
All worlds are but thought forms, just like a dream,
a dream we may say, we have created,
where sprinkling joy whilst atop love’s moonbeam,
pulsation of bliss is unabated.
Dwelling in our true home, beyond space-time,
we are poised in the pause betwixt love’s chime.
I dig
My target throws sigh
But to clobber siege
I need to ping
To erect distinctive peg
You dig
Looking far the bridge
You seem having edge
You need go far-flung
Where is your colleague?
We dig
Best groove to clinch
Driving with efforts much
To elevate our urge
Need endorser(s) to bag
They dig
By virginal strength merge
Pledge-driven set them step-on-the-gas
Success to make marks
Not adequate of gang
He digs
Striving to reaching for star
Thinking of going faster
There is an adage
Stop thinking of dotage
Backup the seeming fig
She digs
Deeming it so overlong
Curiously wants to dodge
Wishes for early log
Ends up in marriage
He's enough an energy
Bad balloon
Harassing the enchanting moon
Covering song performed by wham
While playing lead singer in the legendary contra band
Dropping buds
Not knowing what?
Is going on
Fooling around, dropping potential cancerous bombs
Smoking I mean
Luring teens
Turning them ugly, abusive and mean
Disrupting travel
Unleash verdict’s parachute gavel
Sentencing the trip, ‘unravel’
Due to going pop
Taking a sniper shot
Sending the cargo towards the ground
Hopefully, found
Going down
Identified not the telescope, Hubble
Now in major, government trouble
It’s fantasy bubble
Has no one to cuddle
Realizing action was a must
Peaceful bust
Sending bad balloon to an eternal rest
Deeming it the best
Allowing the mess
To confess
And surrender, accepting arrest
We are not body-mind, we are not this,
concept of ‘I’ being knot of the heart,
which divine grace dissolves, bestowing bliss,
so if God-search we truly wish to start,
shift from ’I’ to ‘we’ deeming none apart.
Feeling deep in our core, bliss beats humming,
we don’t attain but be by becoming.
Is religion just a rule book,
whose author’s intent we mistook,
reading not in between the lines,
creating divides hearts can’t brook?
God within us, for our love pines,
waiting for the day our soul shines
but since we dwell not in the heart,
we remain in ego’s confines.
Deeming all one and none apart,
shift to heart is the way to start,
knowing we are eternal light,
to behold which, is a learnt art.
Mind, we took as boon is now blight,
for it veils our aura bright white,
caging us in narrow belief,
dimming our spiritual sight.
Let us choose to turn a new leaf,
giving soul much needed relief,
embracing all, judging no one,
for our sojourn on earth is brief.
Let us here now then come undone,
for we’re the light that lights the sun,
dwelling in God’s heart, one with Him,
spreading love and light, having fun!
latent muted newfound observations, quests raging
bemuse our heart and confound the mind
maverick ego is at play again
inducing cravings we must leave behind
beguiled, confused, depraved ego feels guilty
such pangs of conscience usher dawn
entering silence the ripples cease
betwixt bliss beat’s rise we are reborn
prayerfully quiet radiant soul tames umbrage
deeming thought forms as but illusion
thus by doing nothing at all
flame of our innocence exits delusion
delightful empowering favours God Himself infuses
bliss magnetism cascading in feeble form
on choosing to shed our resistance
heart’s swept away in love’s benign storm
free from thought and free from desire
no earthy goals left to aspire
vibrant without a to-do list
he who has become a bliss mist
knowing this world is but a stage
impacted not by other’s rage
nonjudgmental eye, tranquil heart
deeming all souls one, none apart
outcomes any, at peace within
a purified heart, free from sin
egoless and bereft of pride
recognising God dwells inside
equal to birth death, rise and fall
walking path of truth, standing tall
present in the now, all the time
drenched in rapture of bliss beat’s chime
“Not all souls are willing to burn to learn,
transmuting as light in mind-body urn.”
~ quote by poet
Krama, step by step energisation,
simply stated, is kundalini rise,
gripping us in all time meditation,
each rapture tremor embraced in surprise.
Awakening occurs in slow motion,
in a manner that leaves no room for doubt,
where presence sipping love’s magic potion,
from the world of ego, opts to walk out.
The prerequisite of course is a pure heart,
without which we cannot board God’s bliss bus,
growing in love, deeming no soul apart,
breath by breath we ascend without a fuss.
This path leads to God realisation,
wherein mood and mode is celebration.
Every form has a name but God has no form,
therefore for our earnest God search quest to start,
softening attention we choose to conform
with love and light deeming no soul stands apart,
a way of being that invokes a bliss storm,
that our formless presence shifts from head to heart.
When our wanderings are done, we return home,
discovering in heart, name of God as Om.
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