unending beginnings as a rising
renewal continual as it is
each life flicker to our heart surprising
as God within us emits a bliss fizz
soul’s grazed by grace when we’re in cessation
poised simply as awareness self-aware
meditation our orientation
with no agenda we need to declare
all nodes in the head ovoid are aflame
air with our nose chakra making contact
blissful soul star takes us to the end game
where we forge with the void a loving pact
at the epicentre of God’s bliss storm ~
we as living light stand erect in form
We as consciousness at play in this form,
self-aware, mood and mode celebration,
poised in the vibrant void of cessation,
as the epicentre of love’s bliss storm,
constantly bathed in currents cool and warm,
are as such in all-time meditation,
as heart’s permanent orientation,
dwelling in time stretched peace our life’s new norm.
Narrow is focused whilst expanded blurred
and though we may take any position,
having chosen to dwell in body-mind,
where by magnetism nodes within are stirred,
sublime renewal of bliss ignition,
signals we are here now divine aligned.
“Neither have I conquered the senses nor have I not conquered them. Self-restraint or discipline never occurred to me. Friend, how shall I speak of victory and defeat? I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
Transcending all opposites, as light of Self,
poised in peace in our natural blissful state,
entwined with the whole life flows on by itself,
wherein we are tranquil irrespective of fate.
We are not this decaying organic form
but the epicentre of love’s benign storm,
merging with which we transmute as the bliss flame,
which though has no name, fulfils our life’s aim.
both toroidal heart and spacial forehead
align with supine spine standing erect
that all nodes of form with bliss beats thus wed
no longer in dungeons of fear shipwrecked
radiating joy as God does direct
that with fullness in emptiness the norm
we’re the epicentre of love’s bliss storm
From this man's perspective I find
the problem with society
I would say is mankind
the most dangerous animal on earth
also and for what it's worth
don't believe me take a look
too many followers of F'book
the absolute epicentre
of disinformation
of sanity an aberration
the CEO (almost) single-handedly
destroyed civilised society as we once knew it
and after his self-confessed wrongdoing
it's beyond my ken
why anyone would subscribe to it
a wise man he once said to me,
'Neither a follower nor a leader be'
yet if they take to wade or wallow in your wake
it's their choice to make
In a quiescent heart, no thoughts arise,
whence although no doubt we dwell in this form,
each life breath then is imbibed in surprise
and as the epicentre of love’s storm,
we’re transfixed in bliss currents cool and warm.
Employing power of bilocation,
we entwine with all of God’s creation,
without any need for us to rehearse,
each heartbeat a joyous celebration,
for we’re one with the entire universe.
How perversely exciting it used to be, in
the months after you made your decision
to abandon this hopeless situation
meaning [rueful laughter] the UK, not so much
the shattered bones of you and me
I was still hanging on, a faithful puppy
getting up early and heading out to Heathrow
to provide the welcome committee
and then I went straight to work? and where
did you go on those days?
I forget you had other friends, and
that strangely I wasn't the epicentre
of your multiverse
30 years have passed
the children you had with Wolfgang cycle shorts
may even have children now, but
Facebook won't furnish me with that information
On those airport journeys I always listened to
the Blood on the Tracks cassette
I found in the office 'library', a source of much wonder
which also included rare volumes, magazines
and actual vinyl. They didn't appreciate what they had
and neither, here comes the punch-
line, did I
No matter the subject or topic
tho' it may burn will I ever learn
would it hurt if my lips were to close
as whatever I submit suggest propose
she will be myopic
nay-say gainsay contradict oppose
may as well hold my breath
as every word I utter
receives the kiss of death
and melts in my mouth like butter
should I assert it's what she does it's her wont
'No I don't,' is her depiction
in contentious rebuttal
thereby confirming my conviction
and morning noon and night
she'd like to be I'll also mention
tho' none too subtle
the epicentre of my attention
is it a female thing or only her compulsion
for at the end of the day
it's not the last word she wants
it's the final say
grazed by spirit, our form is magnetised
we vividly sense our aura expand
the stillness point within is realised
soundless thunder mind cannot understand
bliss rises from a centreless fulcrum
each node the epicentre of this storm
rapture renews gong of the cosmic drum
our pristine presence chooses to conform
a disc of light above our crown rotates
the staff of power within stands erect
between earth and heaven soul bilocates
that with God’s mind we seamlessly connect
is-ness of being-ness has a new name ~
tempest of delight, God alone can tame
with the staff of power illuminated
a flame that surges forth from our very core
dance of vibrance signals heart is elated
as all nodes within form thus begin to soar
the truth of Self within us so created
osmotically penetrates every pore
that eternal presence anchored in this form
becomes the epicentre of God’s bliss storm
The strange emerges at night,
Somewhere in our slumber, it comes to life,
It refuses to be silenced,
A tempest at its core.
There exists a presence of the strange,
Hidden in the twilight of the chamber,
Resistant to the light,
Awakening with the night.
The mystery is a haunting shadow,
Holding sway in the depths of the chamber,
A battle rages in the deepest region,
With turbulence at its epicentre.
Becoming is the arrival of the strange,
It resides in the fruitlessness of darkness,
The soul seeks freedom
As it walks in divine wisdom.
March 18, 2025.
Uplifted by grace, soul breaks into song,
contouring mists of love and strobes of light,
creating a rhythm for which heart does long,
borne on wings of bliss, ushering delight.
Breath by breath as rapture refrains replay,
a sublime fragrance engulfs feeble form,
inking us with bliss hues, now here to stay,
where heart’s the epicentre of this storm.
Divine magnetism grips us in its bind,
that in timeless time we become the flame,
head and heart aligned, truth of Self divined,
fulfilling our soul’s aim in life’s end game.
In the potent pause betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
surfing sands of time, we heavenward climb.
Cataloging moments when grazed by bliss,
with gratitude we acknowledge God’s grace,
warm tenderness of Divine Mother’s kiss,
as we’re held in Her arms in warm embrace.
Unending is rapture by heart imbibed,
subtle magnetism transforming our form,
in a manner that cannot be described,
though we’re the epicentre of this storm.
Involuntary spasms of bliss delight,
betray the magic on display within,
renewing pulsations by day and night,
exhuming ego and erasing sin.
Such are the verses our soul composes,
walking the bliss-path that’s strewn with roses.
the words we pen
offers not the taste
of that moment zen
now soul’s template
we write anyway
wishing to share
emotes of a sun ray
kissing life as a dare
we know not where
lies epicentre of bliss
yet heart is aware
our being is all of this
Each node a bliss epicentre,
standing erect without support,
wherefrom grace bestowed does enter,
each pore of form love’s docking port.
The void holds us in warm embrace,
shimmering due to bliss rapture
as we see clearly, by God’s grace,
a knowing mind cannot capture.
We go where our attention flows
and as such we are everywhere
but it’s in stillness where thought slows,
we truly become self-aware.
The words we speak, are so offered,
as the boons upon us conferred.
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