“One being freed from the grip of Ahamkara attains his unmanifest state like the spotless moon becoming full after eclipse.” ~ quote from the Adhyatma Upanishad
thoughts seem to arise without volition
but mindful eye traces heart as the source
wherefrom vibrations emoted in morse
seek from mind as symbols, their rendition
desires of heart cause intent’s emission
but is the impulse rooted in remorse
ego-driven, prone to applying force,
unlike vast space that has no ambition
negating transience, our ego recedes
and yet object-free awareness remains
whence stepping outside space-time we then see
self-existent light within which love breeds
representing flame of heart free from stains
made in God’s image, vibrant and carefree
A nice prescription of sleep
I took when the day proved awry
And found myself when I blinked
In a dreamscape so wide.
Tho' it was hard to believe -
I saw a meadow without end;
My crying stopped to think
Of where the Tiller went.
I saw in hues I'd never seen;
The sky emoted rest.
I searched the horizon -
Sure that there were secrets.
And of time? What did it mean
To the birds above the field?
To the excitable bee
Nourished by a fallen tear?
And then - I startled -
And facing a morning sun -
Felt my heart's wound dulled -
Almost like it'd never happened.
Our heart sought a rhythm known to soul alone
but its blush was hushed under ego’s weight,
so what echoed was a dull baritone,
of dark desires that refused to abate.
Love’s rainbow adorned a part of the sky,
sublime work of art yet judged incomplete,
since voids in space continued to defy
pure intent emoted by heart’s bliss beat.
Duality, a canvas contorted,
offers us not taste of the noumena,
with all manifestations distorted,
in dance of shadows as phenomena.
Be this as it may, love seeks no echo,
as radiance of the sun, we all know.
Emoted investment
dividends high
Buying then selling
as spirit contrives
Unlimited resource
consciousness fares
In debits and credits
— whose riches ensnare
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
one with oneness
all there then is
is bliss energised calm
we are love and light
a step distant, polarised
yet interconnected
tweets of love are emoted
attention oscillations begin
what is there to be said
of separation and ignorance
where feral lust dominates
darkness shrouds darkness
When we abide in restful quietude,
divine energy gridlines come alive,
held still with vibrancy and fortitude,
causing nectar to drip from soul’s bliss hive.
There is no mystery in words we speak,
being simply devout intent of heart,
wishing to be still to get a sneak peek
at sparks that cause bliss ignition to start.
Though the seeker who seeks does not exist,
heart’s desire emoted needs a response
which it receives, manifest as a mist,
throb of bliss magnetism, held in love’s sconce.
The aspect of us entwined with the whole,
is imbibed in heart as whispers of soul.
deepening communion
in an unending continuum
with the totality of all there is
embodied within this form
magnetises presence
a soundless exclamation
of prayerful gratitude
emoted by our soul
electrifies the void
That the heart was free from desires was his claim
but if that be so, what caused his soul to sing
songs ethereal, music that has no name
and yet when emoted, seeks with love a fling,
radiating magnetism heart cannot tame,
vibrant, joyful, full of zest and zeal and zing?
We asked him to reveal, source of his appeal,
to which he whispered, “I do not think; I feel.”
innate aliveness pulsates
renewing soul’s creative urge
inspirations inflow by resonance
heart radiates bliss beats upsurge
all of creation then is a collaboration
between the soul and the universe
no entity can claim authorship
over the final emoted verse
evil elise either emitted or emoted expansive everyday E’s
elroy elephant embodies extemporaneous entrails with ease
ellie eggplant embroideries endometriosis, exacting it to its knees
emma emissary’s elderly eels expect eyes to show off their ESPs.
etta elegance extravaganza excites earthworms, electrician’s tease.
edward expectations entices earaches edging out evergreen trees.
elise, edwina and eloise eagerly expect estimated exactness in sprees.
evil elise either emitted or emoted expansive everyday E’s.
So here we are, within this lucid dream
appearing to have free will, though not true
for we control not images that do stream
even as pulse of our heart does renew
Our scope of action is type of response
emoted to the fall of the hammer
wherein optimal choice is nonchalance
standing erect in a soulful manner
Upon ceasing to react, dream sequence ends
since there remains in our heart, no desire
our lower mind to will of Gods does bend
love divine being all that we aspire
Oh hermit, please stand still, ceasing to sway
through day and night, as we devoutly pray
09-July-2021
the words we write
they simply come to us
once emoted, we feel alright
heavenly conduit makes no fuss
our effervescent silence holds the key
renewing splendour of its sublime radiance
dwelling therein in a joyous bliss spree
we dance in uninhibited exuberance
mindful eye yet discerns an urge
to express in melodious verse
pulse of elixirous bliss surge
in-pouring from universe
is this need a yearning
of ego nurtured lower mind
or love for divine embrace pining
an outpouring of soul once so aligned
06-May-2021
rotten molars unnerved her moribund hunger for living on
she extracted the pain with blunt scalpels pliers and hammer
damaged her smile as well but with the cornerstones removed
in the aftermath of destruction nothing was left but a stammer
loops of denial and self-incrimination established more pain
she tore her heart out under the shelter of drugs and booze
abuse self-incrimination and injustice festered in her mind
emoted a cardiac bypass for feelings leaving nothing to lose
a spiritual minefield exploded and she gathered rapid speed
performed a lobotomy with a manual and surgical precision
hysterical psychedelia and amphetamines furthered the cause
reached complete numbness from the screwdriver’s incision
only after all operations uppers downers and morphine failed
she realized that life was to seize no matter how it panned out
checked into rehab and abandoned jigsaw super glue and fear
took up painting and poetry and excised her vile needless doubt
25th September 2020
What lies just beyond the horizon
Evolution has sped up to speed quite frightening
Before we know it
Things emoted
As unfamiliar to us as a foreign asylum
Harp and flute
Fingers bled of love by the strings of the harp,
Eyes filled with tears, mingled in the drops of blood,
As the flute elated sucked and kissed the slaughtered,
Love and hate, tears and blood, such are the broken hearts.
A song of love and sadness poignantly dejected,
The harp so majestically and queenly on it mimicked,
The flute so princely and so kingly on it emoted,
So eternally, beautifully and so perpetually, such achingly is how it hurts.
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