Love Dizain Poems | Examples
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“The enlightened one is a yogi devoid of yoga and absence of yoga. He is an enjoyer, devoid of enjoyment and absence of enjoyment. Thus he wanders leisurely, filled with the spontaneous joy of his own mind.”
We, as flame of God, are one with the whole
and the ‘we’ we speak of does not exist,
in as an ego performing a role,
which when it dies, on ceasing to resist,
finds out its living light and a bliss mist.
Given these facts, what is there left to do,
save in wonder watching bliss beats renew,
wherein presence in but not of the world,
dwelling in peace, no puzzles left to sew,
delights beholding flag of love unfurled.
“I never have the high, low, or middle state. I have no friend or foe. How shall I speak of good and evil? I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
All that is, is but one energy field,
within which myriad objects appear,
which we may say is power God does wield,
wherein each dream image to Him is dear
and it’s but ignorance that causes fear.
Across all domains, God alone exists,
Whose love and light wayward ego resists,
so once this truth is by us recognised,
the light of wisdom banishes the mists,
whence our true Self in heart is realised.
“In thy mind there is neither the meditator, meditation, nor the object of meditation. Thou hast no samadhi. There is no region outside thee, nor is there any substance or time. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
The Self, free from attributes has no states,
beyond space-time, resplendent in its light,
pulsation of bliss that never abates,
awareness self-aware, having clear sight,
dwelling in peace and suffused with delight.
Present in form, Self flows in witness mode,
treading mindfully, carrying no load,
recognising life as brief sojourn,
at peace always, heart centre its abode,
transforms as love and light, mind-body urn.
“The yogis consider duty in life, pursuit of wealth, enjoyment of love, liberation, and everything movable or immovable such as man and so on to be a mirage.”
Within life’s lucid dream, what do we seek,
when we know we are Self, not body-mind,
which we affirm since we’ve had a sneak peek
of our heart’s light and therefore we’re not blind
and so cravings of ego are declined,
that thus being in but not of the world,
we’re poised in peace, in our heart centre curled,
flowing gently just like the morning breeze,
wonder struck as flag of love is unfurled,
in staid stillness, mode embrace and release.
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.
Ego-mind is impacted by outcomes,
which of course has nothing to do with us,
our focus fixed on rhythm of cosmic drums
but if attention wavers, thoughts nonplus,
till we again embark on God’s bliss bus.
Wayward ego opts for struggle and strife,
a pity, thus wasting God’s gift of life,
whilst in silence, shifting from head to heart,
by invoking grace, we become love rife,
with each breath sensing bliss ignition start.
Assign not God a name, symbol or form
but rather recognise Him in the heart,
feeling His magnetism, loving and warm,
that in silence as God search we so start,
we will see Him on adding love to cart.
God, as the eye of our eye, is the source,
Who we merge with, without applying force,
when we drop all vicarious knowing,
remaining still, God guiding our life’s course,
our mood and mode blissful, gently flowing.
The world is like a city in the sky,
conjured as it were, by the will of God
and immersed therein, each soul seeks to fly,
engaged in lust, giving not love a nod,
suffering needlessly till heart has thawed.
When vibrant emptiness becomes the norm,
we’re impacted not by destiny’s storm,
recognising earth life as but a dream,
with the laws of God choosing to conform,
in blissful rapture atop love’s moonbeam.
Maya, the veil we may call illusion,
is differentiated perception,
which believing real is delusion,
sensory inputs causing deception,
conditioned belief and preconception.
As long as we believe we’re body-mind,
cravings of ego grip us in their bind,
freedom from which requires a shift to heart,
love enabled, with all mankind entwined,
eye single, whence our God-search quest can start.
Looking deeper than boundaries of skin,
we recognise God’s light in every form,
as light eternal, deep in heart within,
as the vital force which keeps bodies warm,
field of love and light, with which we conform.
God then is the source, that lights every light
and this knowing bestows spherical sight,
that thus both immanent and transcendent,
suffused with rapture of bliss beat’s delight,
we see in each form, God luminescent.
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.
Viewing dream forms as projection of mind,
an aspect of the Self entwined with God,
all fears and desires are then left behind,
transformed as love in our mellow heart thawed,
distanced from ego, whose judgment is flawed.
Our soul ascends on choosing to atone,
when our reflex response is love alone,
that come what may, we grant bliss right of way,
as breath by breath our consciousness we hone,
gentling our touch being the way we pray.
Love alone heals soul’s wounds which our heart feels,
dissolving all opposites in its womb,
sensing God in all forms, His light reveals,
as cravings of lower mind we exhume,
that throb of bliss magnetism may resume.
Recognising we are spirit, not form,
it is natural with love to conform,
breath by breath feeling the touch of God’s hand,
tranquil and at peace, centred in each storm,
that we are His child we then understand.
To be just like him, smiling as he fell,
we set out to make void-centric soul’s stance,
assured that with God within, all is well,
so melding head with heart, we took a chance,
to turn toward love, our platonic glance.
With mind unfrozen, once heart was open,
magnetism manifested as chosen,
suffused with bliss heat, our vibrance upbeat,
we savoured soma nectar ambrosian,
our soul’s presence surrendered at God’s feet.
Have ye been touched not yet by magnetism,
ushering deep wisdom, unknown to mind,
rapture of bliss pervading body prism,
causing us to become with love aligned,
with fears and desires to the bin consigned?
Befriending silence, piercing the vast void,
the demons of darkness are then destroyed,
whereupon doing nothing we so see,
our true Self as light, shaped as a spheroid,
revealing to us, we were always free.