Though we cannot transmit the taste of bliss,
through words as symbols we try to translate,
the rapture felt by Divine Mother’s kiss,
tingle magnetic that does not abate,
God’s touch, immediate and intimate.
Likening body-mind as a balloon,
in which sun’s warmth and cool light of the moon,
entwine in heart and joyfully explode,
creating bliss bubbles that makes us swoon,
reflecting thus, let’s sing to God an ode.
bliss energised stillness fixates focus
upon the play of divine magnetism
as we navigate a pathless locus
we garner truths unknown to any ism
this script is enacted in feeble form
observed by our presence in solitude
where all we do is with bliss beats conform
in childlike wonder marked with fortitude
we voice the truth without inhibition
of this dance divine underway within
suffice to say, God is the magician
His will causing ignition to begin
pardon our diction that sounds like fiction ~
leading to our ego’s crucifixion
Alex Jawlensky
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to emphasise for thee&me
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Each pulse is unique, so of this one we write,
tip of our nose, entwined with third eye and crown,
a vibrant throb of bliss magnetism so bright,
ushering wondrous rapture in which we drown
and as we are carried thus to zenith height,
demeanour of joy replaces heart’s erst frown.
We gratefully receive bliss waves that cascade,
causing the mundane external world to fade.
We are advised to show, not tell
but if the abstract be real,
to speak of when the ego fell,
requires us not to think but feel.
The light we see, when eye’s single,
may be pointed out to, not shown,
as when polarities mingle,
birthing rapture we alone own.
Silence holds cosmic vibrations,
known as sound of one hand clapping
and within spine bliss sensations
are known not to those who’re napping.
To speak of truth that transcends mind
in language that’s dualistic,
is discerned by mind of the heart,
cognised only by a mystic.
Spiritual seekers try to label
the pulse singular in thought forms dual
but find out soon enough they’re unable,
since instant knowing is unusual
for stuporous lower mind, that’s old school.
Imagine a throb beyond senses five,
bliss magnetism that keeps soul’s light alive,
propelling the flow of soma nectar,
that oozes incessantly from heart’s hive,
piercing each and every in-form vector.
Rising from within,
bliss bursts on our skin,
furrowing each node,
played out as an ode.
Vaporised presence
ignites love's incense,
astride God's bliss beat,
vibrant head to feet.
Thus simply present
in this joy current,
tingle renewal
is continual.
Dance of bliss delight
at play, day and night,
churns to birth nectar,
piercing each vector.
Borne of cosmic drum,
magnetic bliss hum
surges to expand,
our cognitive band.
Each cell stands alone,
dancing on it's own
gyrating in rhythm,
within body prism.
We would if we could
make bliss understood ~
rapture intimate
and immediate.
Bliss is a secret,
which none can ferret.
When God's our sole aim,
we become the flame.
30-August-2022
Silence ushers magnetism
within our mind-body prism,
felt as a blissful current;
piercing of nodes concurrent.
Soma nectar within drips,
focus therein does transfix,
much to delight of our heart,
feeling bliss ignition start.
Beauteous dance enchanting,
bliss bubbles in us planting,
blossoming in timeless time,
as divine love mists sublime.
09-August-2022
I visited your house,
and its face
devoured by vines
left me desolate
I remembered
hurrying to live,
your hands
cracked,
they now lay
crumbled
to dust
The mysteries
scoring your face,
pitting the pores,
mimicking skin,
are now forever
closed in pine.
Suddenly beauty rose
in your wild garden,
and dragonflies
grazed my mind,
I silently conceded
with a sigh,
That the equation
and the totality
of your lifetime,
will now never
be solved.
Some conundrums
are pure splendor,
and shall in no time
be deciphered.
Between us no line exists-
sans demarcation of where you end
and I begin.
Your lips caress my neck
sinking through flesh
to converge with spine –
no boundaries.
We together are miscible,
at all levels
melting into each other,
in any and all proportions-
alike.
Distinct personalities,
molten from heated emotions,
meld to form
alloys of incredible strength,
durability –
last forever.
Transparent thoughts
creatively intertwine-
commingle.
Juxtaposed bodies ,
bring into existence
liquifed love,
passion flowing-
together the epitome,
perfection.
Simply complete –
we are one.
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