liken pure being as a pillar of light
around which myriad worlds as thought forms swirl
where the stillness point pulsates with bliss delight
while our polarities at rest in heart curl
as sublime intent before emanation
our awareness self-aware in cessation
which we recognise as divine magnetism
illumining head to toe mind-body prism
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ The Humanity in deadly sleep
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ Emanation, the Spectre and its ¦¦¦¦¦ Shadow.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the Past, Present and Future existing ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Before me. O Divine Spirit, sustain me ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
That I may awake ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Like iron scourges ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ reasonings like vast serpents
¦¦¦¦¦¦ around my limbs, bruising my ¦¦¦¦¦¦ articulations.
I turn my eyes to ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Europe
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ behold the Loom of Locke, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ as those in Eden, ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in freedom ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ in harmony and peace.
(Blackout of )
“If the supreme Reality is only one and stainless, how can there be here the hosts of gods beginning with Brahmã, and how can there be here the worlds of habitation, such as heaven? I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
The knowing ego has, is caged in space-time,
with body as the subject looking outward,
always joining the dots, seeking peaks to climb,
knowing not what is meant by, ‘God is the word’.
During sleep we dream as an actor therein,
forgetting we have created the landscape,
a make belief world where we indulge in sin,
till all thoughts cease and we imbibe love agape.
On befriending silence, ego cravings fade,
whence transcending space-time, our eye now single,
as living light, in nectar of love we wade,
heart delighting as bliss pheromones mingle.
Resting as pure consciousness unmanifest,
before the emanation of heart’s intent,
we mirror God’s heartbeat, by Whom we are blessed,
as wisdom of the sages makes its advent.
Light as an emanation
Of hope-filled joy.
Light as a revelation
Of divine birth.
Drawn to each type, selfsame toned
Whilst sung to, as
Child, reverts back to: angel
Of divine worth.
I am creating my container,
To hold more of what I came for.
Exploring my experience,
I build my existence.
Using resistance,
I remain distant.
Able to contain each instant,
Imprinting memories into time.
I climb up to the top,
Popping the lid.
Skidding to a halt,
Falling back down,
Filling the crown.
Building a sound foundation,
To contain the information,
Needed for transformation.
This container I play in,
Is a vessel for the translation
Of the emanation of light I Am .
The gong Om encompasses existence,
which we may call God’s first emanation,
melding with which there remains no distance,
since all that is, is in this vibration,
encompassing His entire creation.
When we are graced by Divine Mother’s kiss,
in stillness we recognise we’re all this,
meaning whatever is contained in space,
that as an eternal flame, drenched with bliss,
boundaries blur; we see God face to face.
softening attention
unfocused awareness
by cessation of volition
rests in its natural state
whereupon without seeking
heart’s hidden intent stirs
in playful spontaneity
and childlike simplicity
invoking immersion of soul
in love’s enchanting fragrance
osmotically pervading the void
as that sublime emanation
divine effervescence eternal
oozing forth from heart of God
absorbed by the Self
which we are in singularity
now polarised in duality
and so mirrored in body-mind
enacts the will of God
What is life?
What is life?
And why?
Who needs life?
Who wants life?
Who needs our life?
Who needs my life?
Who wants our life?
I don’t want my life.
I just want life
Without my life
No more dust
No more illusion
Sufferings fly far
Why do I have to live life?
Who is forcing me into my unwanted life?
‘Your life is a stream, you just live in this river.’ Master said.
‘ What about the pains, sufferings?’ I asked.
‘Ask the Creator.’ Master answered.
Life is life and sunshine sometimes
Life is life and a lovely hell sometimes
Life is life and a dark world in a hellish life
‘Life comes from life. Please understand the life.
You come from life. But dust is your earthly life…’ Master said.
Life is just a speck of dust in the dark universe
Life is just your heart in my non-existent heart.
‘You have no life. What you feel is an emanation of God
You are just an accidental fall from the radiation of God’
Explained Satan
‘Where is life?
Where is my life?’
I asked my satan.
‘In my life.’
Answered Satan.
Another generation of himself
unzipped his soul like a banana,
stepping instantly
into another dimension of
the same dream.
Never died - never born,
it was an implanted imaginary life,
knowing this, was of course
as useless as a map of the sky.
The only thing not imaginary
was the emanation of God
looking from human eyes.
For a brief moment he thought:
"If I am alive, I must have been dead
or else how could I know I am
alive now?
Nothing had really changed,
he was still 75 years from the grave,
also, a lifetime nearer to
the next womb.
It came upon him
that his liking for chocolate ice-cream
had abruptly become
an insatiable desire
for strawberry vanilla.
Upon a stone plinth
an inanimate frog
flickered,
as once more
it changed into a stone
Buddha.
"Nirvana is that close!"
Hollered a ruby-cheeked Cherub
speeding past
on its tricycle.
the void of polarity interchange
touches the core of absolute silence
that pristine motionless singularity point
peaked potential present everywhere at once
reverberations of all vibrations before emanation
arise by force of will from this stillness fulcrum
being the seat of undivided consciousness
so nothing is separated from source
shifting gently into the heart of God
in that instant transcending space-time
soul presence may bilocate spontaneously
vibrationally in any realm or domain self-aware
as one becomes two and the two becomes many
as the breath of God we can too ensoul any
with the caveat that we be love and light
the throb of magnetism all pervading
Strobes of light emanating from our heart,
brings to life energy centres in form
and with each breath we feel ignition start,
erasing delusion in this bliss storm.
Over time we dissolve to so become,
the vital essence of magnetic beats
and as the emanation of God’s hum,
we delight in love’s refrain that repeats.
With fortitude in mindful quietude,
choosing to dwell in the vast, vibrant void,
we grant not ego cravings latitude,
that we reclaim light of Self unalloyed.
Recognising light as our quintessence,
we enrich soul with God’s loving essence.
Eye of Horus
in the dead of the night
we stir from dreamless sleep
meditative and in deep quietude
as of an impulse from the universe
we polarise our consciousness
taking opposing positions
as both the lustful beast
and also hapless fearful victim
we are both yet none in the drama
roles rotate as dream forms orbit
the eye of Horus rooted in love
birthing a strobe of light
the darkness is illumined
the light beam enters our eye
or does it flow forth; we know not
quiescent toroidal heart hums on
withdrawing the emanation
in time dissolved peace
Within the lucid dream heart manifest,
pristine presence opting to remain still,
chose to vaporise all objects in jest,
to peep in the void, through soul’s window sill.
The bardo shone with a translucent light,
wherein sounds of silence hummed with power,
of God’s bated breath just before its flight,
into creation as a bliss shower.
One with oneness, our astonishment grew,
yet our formless awareness was at ease,
for though this was not the image we drew,
no demons remained for us to appease.
Poised for eternity, outside space-time,
the surreal silence sounded love’s chime.
a thousand nodes in the head ovoid
light up all at once humming in unison
emanation of bliss manifests as cool heat
subtler than the subtlest magnetism thus far
these luminous implants pulsate without cessation
as inner polarity of senses savours boons of God’s grace
osmotically absorbed within each pore of feeble form
as it is transmuted gradually into living light of Self
perceived by presence in slow motion beauteous
revealing how seeds of love implanted blossom
magically thus in time dissolved staid silence
Into a warm, welcoming family born
a child so blessed now wanders forlorn
imbued with divine love's transmutation
a lost object of his world's lamentation
for a soul so pure no quarter is given
to rage and revenge it is often driven
in a land of wrath is tempest torn and tossed
by the demons are found, by the angels are lost
However, such divine emanation never subsides
through grace the pure constant spirit abides
though despite humanity's harsh vicious roar
we shall approach the warm, welcoming shore
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