Chrysalis convenes with Night
Larva soon lost from Sight
Golden Goddess Delight
Emoting Eternal Light
Joy,
wisdom
and power
along with will
to create magic
manifesting ripples
emoting our pure intent,
that unfolds in linear time
as the innate freedom we enjoy,
is the being-ness of our consciousness.
Surfing lucid dreams of our heart’s desire,
we’re both the subject and the object
but know it not since we’re in trance,
freed from which when we are still,
by slowing flow of thoughts,
that ceasing to seek,
we react not,
waking up
from the
dream.
To invoke God’s grace, we slow down life’s pace,
that we may cognise each offered surprise,
beholding in wonderment bliss beats rise
in the cave of our heart, soul’s dwelling place.
On recognising life is not a race,
we distance presence from the web of lies
spawned by lower mind, whence our ego dies
and then we see our true Self, face to face.
Our true being rests outside space and time,
made in God’s image, resplendent with light,
in ineffable peace, feeling complete,
renewing within itself bliss beat’s chime,
consciousness aware in drunken delight,
with pure intent emoting its love tweet.
senses five and a mind that can discern
as we be breathed by God in body urn
inspirations that in-pour, as heart seeks an encore
because effervescence of agape love keeps no score
emerging alive through waking, dreaming and deep sleep
in the void of silence taking a consciousness leap
God steering our soul from darkness to light
bestowing His grace that we be drenched in bliss delight
our childlike heart emoting joy without need to rehearse
recognising that our soul is in truth one with the universe
The life of pain enters suffering
Molds together righteous gain and restructuring
Of self love emoting happiness
The mistakes create foundational lessons
With so many unanswered questions
What to do with this information
Needing liberation
Stay consumed in weakness
Or to always be tough and fearless
Knowing what is best
It’s life’s test
Showing how to prepare for the review
Process of a redo
Helping others bond together in life’s journey
Discovering what is really worthy
You today and everyday!
Following subtle scents of love in the void,
childlike presence emoting heart’s pure intent,
having vaporised, no longer by fears toyed,
grants vibrations of God’s spirit its consent,
that in its native element unalloyed,
by remaining present, assures soul’s ascent.
There then thus is really nothing we do,
save letting throb of bliss magnetism renew.
Our hosts were attentive, yet displayed fear
in their demeanour, noticed by our soul,
so emoting love, we let hearts draw near,
that thus invoking grace, they may feel whole.
They spoke of dark fate, caused by black magic,
of demons they needed to exorcise,
that future life by joyous, not tragic,
for which they asked for help from a priest wise.
Cajoling them to shift into silence,
we asked our hosts to be still and observe
vibrance of stillness sans thought violence,
reclaiming soul’s light with gusto and verve.
Affirming God’s light shines within each heart,
we smiled as we saw their demons depart.
wherefrom arises the urge to share
with fellow souls who care to pair
the cry of our heart emoting pure joy
born of innocence that is never coy
for far too long we have been confined
stuporous awareness not with love aligned
but now recognising that freedom is at stake
we remain by day and night always awake
Given that spirit can assume any form,
the manifestations that in dreams appear,
may conceal intent, appearing to be warm,
revealing their true colours, as they draw near,
so be it a placid lake or a dark storm,
if our eye be single and heart free from fear,
God in us embraces, God in shape beheld,
that so emoting love, darkness is dispelled.
Gentling touch, emoting love pure
Gentling touch, emoting love pure,
we see God’s light in hearts aflame
and whist ego’s always unsure,
it plays no role, in our life game.
Each soul is God’s reflection, so
gentling touch, emoting love pure,
we flow in tranquil stillness slow,
with desires holding no allure.
For all conflicts, love is the cure,
still like the eye of every storm.
Gentling touch, emoting love pure,
with God’s laws, let us all conform.
In staid silence, garner clear sight,
making our childlike heart demure.
Let’s enter God’s light in delight,
gentling touch, emoting love pure.
Knock, knock, knock
seething at her core,
it's your older sister
emoting once more..
Knock, knock, knock,
bar that door.
She's launching missiles
in hopes of a sibling war..
Knock, knock, knock.
You've been there before.
If you don't want her angst,
then just ignore..
akin to stars twinkling in the sky
emoting to all, their heart’s delight
feeling soma nectar drip within form
bliss effervescence radiates God’s light
lower mind rests, no meanings are assigned
to the magical play at our core underway
suffice to say, that having vaporised
grace imbibed is now here to stay
surrounded by unconscious minds
souls who are yet to awake
respecting their journey, we plod on
emoting love, for love’s sake
As much as I love music,
I’m not sorry to admit
That opera’s the exception,
For I like it not one bit.
It’s not that I don’t understand
The words (although that’s true),
But rather it’s the voices
All the critics ballyhoo.
Sopranos, tenors, baritones -
They all get on my nerves,
Then you toss in some vibrato
(Which no audience deserves),
Add some overdone emoting,
Make-up way beyond the top
And the flashiest of costumes -
I’d go on, but here I’ll stop.
Opera fans the whole world over
Are both cultured and refined,
But, though classical I covet,
Opera leaves me disinclined.
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