“If the yogi is always related to knowledge and perception, to duality and unity, how can he be free here? How can a yogi be natural and free from attachment here? He is the enjoyer of the pure, stainless, and homogeneous Being.”
Knowledge is of objects and therefore flawed,
given that we dwell in shape shifting dreams,
being illusions created by God,
in the womb of space-time, where His will streams,
where sun’s light is refracted as moonbeams.
The source is one indivisible field
and if we be still, this truth’s not concealed.
“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 am not the doer or enjoyer. Work have I none, now or formerly. I have no body, nor am I bodiless. How can I have or not have a sense of "my-ness"?”
From the stillness fulcrum wherefrom forms emerge
As the motionless potent hum before we exhale
Spontaneous intent causes a bliss surge
In the void of no-thingness we set sail
Resplendent as eternal Self aglow in our light
Dew drops of love and light illumines our life’s trail
We are the source of bliss pulsations that delight
Transcendent and immanent flicker-free flame
Heart unblemished pristine and snow white
Both highs and lows for us are the same
We breeze through life which is but a game
rumbling bliss reverberations
radiate forthfrom the fontanel
piercing all nodes within form
pristine soul presence
is the sole enjoyer
of this unending rapture
who is the enjoyer of bliss thunder
that reverberates in feeble form
all nodes are one, none asunder
enlivened by currents cool and warm
space our garment, boundaries disappear
we bilocate everywhere as we please
God within cave of heart is so near
with this knowing, we flow on with ease
Alabaster streaks of warmth
in its dewy first glow,
tepidly stirring the senses, as
my gaze roams to the
trickle of ebony beads;
in the distance,
chimes of granular dustings,
with fragrances rich in
mahogany earthen grounds,
shaking the last of the
quondam night’s moon specks,
as life’s poignant rays
seep deep into my sights,
coaxing myself out of
hibernation,
longing for the first sip
of sunshine,
basking in the early beams of
balmy dawns and
sepia sunsets,
blessed to
start and end the
sands of time with you—
upon my soul’s sanctuary,
my lucid dream ablaze.
"God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste"
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma,
like this dopamine boosting flavor I taste.
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart,
breath by breath so that my soul may be chaste”
He is the one that loves me and watches me night and day
as I sip my coffee I ponder on my future and His way
How can I yield to Him when my hopes are on the fringe ?
A caffeinated woman highly stimulated by life, unhinged
like the fences of my childhood past, ...
He is the scent that clings to my bones at my most secret hour
the shadow that never leaves me, my Babel Tower
How can I be obedient until death when life continues to shower?
Juiced up to the max by life's contours I tend to cower
like the deer in the forest I shrink away fast, ...
He is the light at the end of a long and darkly tunnel
a few prayers on the lips and I am able to leave this jungle
How can I serve Him best, when all I do is stumble
revved up like a strong cup of espresso I can only guzzle
like a thirsty beggar, without a solid repast.
God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavor I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste—Unseeking Seeker
An iron-grey sky I encounter along my path
With God’s will a flight abroad will transport me safely
An abiding faith inside, my spirit guide watches over me
With consoling embrace and the warmth of the mug
A morning prayer to begin the day:
Please give me the strength and wisdom to face
whatever challenges come my way
A frothy display; foam adorns my top lip
Now ready to devour a breakfast continental
as I slowly savor my final sip
Downloading in my coffee machine
Is sacred sanity peppered peace
Relaxing all the violet vanity
With a powerful cocoa bean
I like the taste and the smell
It really is my aphrodisiac
I will celebrate will not yell
If you offer it even just black
Beam me up a cup of love
Of coffee never get enough
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
Whether it's perked or left to drip
I drink coffee after I quip,
"Cool enough not to burn my lip."
Ahh... that first sip Ahh... that first sip
A spoon of sugar, splash of cream
Aroma woke me from a dream
From the cup rises vapor steam
In sunlight's gleam In sunlight's gleam
My eyes savor the morning scene
More than the flavor of caffein
I hear songbirds as they convene
Their songs serene Their songs serene
I'm content after yawns and sighs
Enjoying a cup at sunrise
As dawn chooses to colorize
Aurora skies Aurora skies
I recognize God's hand in this
Reminding me not to dismiss
These moments as if nature's kiss
A time of bliss A time of bliss
My cup and sunlight keep me warm
Daybreak serves as a tranquil balm
Reading scripture nurtures my calm
A hallowed psalm A hallowed psalm
I am the coffee cup,
holding the coffee which is God.
He fills me with sweetness and warmth,
so others can enjoy my aroma.
I sip from the knowledge of God,
to taste His beauty.
I breathe in the freshly brewed coffee,
knowing His presence is here.
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
To be a millionaire
With all of the fanfare
May never be my fate
Since I started too late
Sure I have some savings
But they’re barely shavings
Compared to the stout tree
That a millionaire be
I’m not a malcontent
But I kind of resent
That my saved pile of dough
Is short one more zero
Though I keep working hard
I think that I am barred
In becoming a ‘naire
Which seems so far from fair
But that got me thinking
I’m not a ship sinking
I could become a ‘naire
Maybe one that’s quite rare
How ‘bout a husband-naire
Though with some graying hair
With home as my palace
It has a smug status
Or be an enjoyer
As a great employer
Of huge business affairs
When I’m a boss-inaire!
Or let life unravel
When I go and travel
And visit everywhere
As a vacation-aire
I’ll become debonair
As the best lover-naire
Since something was missing
Like passionate kissing
Yet don’t start concluding
There’s no wife eluding
For in all due fairness
She is my babe-nairess
Yet I cannot deny
I’m that everyday guy
Who is always there
A regular-guy-naire!
And since I do well at
Or rather excel at
I have become that rare
Normal-guy-tycoonaire!`
Life is changing genre
Every moment is story
Silence can enjoy
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
26/08/21
“where is the fulcrum of fear or desire
which nuance of love sets our heart afire”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Who is the enjoyer of our pleasure
Which aspect within us, feels suffering
Where resides our ego, as the doer
Hidden is fulcrum of joy uplifting
These questions as old as the universe
Mind, in limited form, has no answer
Spiralling about, singing its own verse
Delusion consuming us like cancer
Let us then ask the genie of the lamp
As to how we may ascertain the truth
At which point does a flowing river camp
Void of breath exchange reveals truth forsooth
Mind body instrument but a sensor
Soul formless, is the experiencer
15-December-2020
The enjoyer of each experience,
taking delight in each life throb within,
joy ever bubbling on his countenance,
immersed in flow of softened attention,
dances to the beat of bliss ignition.
Aliveness continuum is the flow,
moments entwined thus keeping him aglow,
purring humming renewing in constancy,
imbibing bliss divine in stillness slow,
celebrating is-ness with vibrancy.
15-November-2020
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