sliding into an equanimous zone
tranquil nonchalance laced with compassion
poised thus in blissful solitude alone
divine magnetism fuelling traction
expansive heart glows with satisfaction
dance of polarities vibratory
steers mood into mode celebratory
a game of chess
the brain wins or loses
it has nothing to do with us
since mind is merely an instrument
which has nothing to do with who we are
and therefore we remain equanimous
irrespective of game’s outcome
as we also recall in surprise
it was not so in the past
something has shifted
at our very core
so be it
were it not for
the vibrant bliss current
would we remain equanimous
in the face of adversities
twirled about by fate
sitting motionless
mood meditative
awareness expanded
enveloping the universe
as I so became and felt
God’s breath as my own
indwelling all forms
emerging from the immersion
lower mind posed a simple question:
we cannot be where we already are not
which led to the simple recognition
that we are as God when mind is still
and captive to ego when thoughts arise
it being our will where we choose to be
with each intermediate awakening
we get to a definitive knowing
enabled by so becoming
nothing changes
life goes on as before
but earlier we were ignorant
and now with this knowing
we are equanimous
relativity
evokes response
heart yet equanimous
the witness is desireless
in, within but not of
dance of illusions
27-April-2023
heart contractions arise
because we react
to nonevents
which we notice
is it not wonderful
that we’re offered a chance
to overcome illusionary adversity
within this lucid earth life dream
thereby becoming enabled
to remain equanimous
in midst of storms
we take as real
till we awake
so be it
07-April-2023
Bliss infused stillness quietude
Ever present current
Equanimous joy attitude
Presence luminescent
The divine magnetism
Fills each ego spawned chasm
Now, within body prism
Rapture in fullness
Bliss infused stillness
26-November-2021
Quietus
Conditioned to believe in this or that
Caste, colour and creed determines response
Narrow views and specious logic fall flat
Before the monk, who joy pulse does ensconce
In all honesty, have we felt within
Ignition renewal continual
As bliss bubbles thus burst upon our skin
Viewing each life breath as God’s miracle
Do we reside in thought rested silence
Awareness self-aware equanimous
Are we in resonance with innocence
Throbbing of bliss current continuous
Save choosing cessation there is no way
As long as we look outwards, heart will sway
24-November-2021
Silence
Thoughts rest
Attention softens
Animated in stillness
Becoming a magnetic hum
Essence of presence looks on
Devoid of expectations yet receptive
In an aspect of astonished wonderment
Simply present in time stretched vibrancy
Heart celebrating both void and manifestation
In equanimous tranquil rippleless spacial quietude
Becoming the very space itself that holds all within it
28-September-2021
“ego borne urges, simply follow base instinct
the monk may be found roaming the love throb precinct”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Constant vigil of our reflex response
positions us at the crossroad of choice,
one instinct driven, the other conscience.
Hermit, to retain equanimous poise,
we would do well to hark our inner voice.
All contractions in domain of ego,
narrow and shallow thoughts we best forgo,
deflecting us from innate bubbling bliss;
touch divine is seductive and mellow,
wherein we feel complete, nothing amiss.
19-December-2020
Joys,
sorrows ,
good and bad,
are dualisms
present since eternity. We all seek
good sans bad, ever thought which is better?
Hardships strengthens,
shows life truths,
ends our
sins.
~~~~~
When
we think
positive,
are calm even
in miseries, they vanish on their own.
Root cause of miseries are our desires.
When desireless,
our mind is
full of
bliss.
~~~~~
If
we have
faith in God
and think all that
he does is for our good, our sadness ends.
If we resolve to be happy at all
times nothing can
steal inner
joy from
us
~~~~~
Mind
is a
blank canvas,
we can paint on
it as per our wish. If we paint happy
thoughts our life becomes exhilarating.
Wise men know that
they are soul
not the
flesh.
~~~~~
Equanimous at all times, devoid of
all attachments,
wise lead a
life of
bliss.
~~~~~
Date: 11/21/2020
I celebrate the nimbus clouds
stealthly gathering in a silent sky.
No great claps of thunder to shock
my senses, no lightning bursts,
As the rain begins like tender tears
then cascades in stormy sheets.
Let the rain seep deep into my cells,
into my serene soul.
Let my passion grow until petrichor
is all that I breathe.
Radiance of the sun soon filters
through colored cotton clouds
Creating a rainbow in cool mist as,
diamond drops dazzle
my adoring eyes, mirrors my joys,
stills my hopeful heart.
My senses are glorified in the
aftermath of the sudden storm.
Rivulets from tiny pools run free,
sharing their sweet abandonment...
imbued and autumn hued.
Winds morph into balmy breezes
and all is at equanimous ease
except my heart yearning for more.
10-30-17
*Note: We seldom have any thunder or lightning in our tropical storms which makes them pleasant encounters. Some of us dance in the rain because it isn't cold.
TITLE: Hawaiian Storm
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