if erst fears no longer nonplus ~
why does trance have a grip on us
senses bemuse
thoughts amuse too
our goose is cooked
negating form
each life storm ebbs
conform with love
no fears remain
feral stains cleansed
heart’s pain is healed
in body urn
bliss burns erst sins
we turn inwards
in hermit mode
we decode truth
an ode to God
Horizons blurred, goalposts shifted
The genie granted three wishes
Yet our heart aimlessly drifted
Weary at doing the dishes
Hall of mirrors made heart shiver
Horizons blurred, goalposts shifted
Soul thanked not God, Who’s the giver
Till erst dark desires were sifted
With veil of delusion lifted
Though soul was free, ego was bound
Horizons blurred, goalposts shifted
In silence, peace within was found
We let lust die that soul may fly
Bliss bestowed, we’re truly gifted
Why’d we regret moments gone by
Horizons blurred, goalposts shifted
Without a silver spoon I was born,
Caused no riches that I morn.
It's not an excuse to say,
To a generation that you need to pay.
Erst a lawyer, he had a hopeless plight
Now, his future's bright and light.
A doctor, who was nearly a dead,
Now helps to save lives embed
The celebrity, with rags to wear,
Now dresses dapper, and without a care.
So no matter what your life has been,
You can still make a brighter scene.
Though the journey may be long and hard,
The rewards, will be your future's card.
So take heart, and keep your faith strong,
And your future, will be where you belong.
Notice the decay
of form, here to stay
but our heart yet sings,
minding not life’s stings.
Notice the stark fear,
that dark thoughts draw near
but if we be still,
joy will overspill.
Notice heart’s desire,
now a raging fire
but if we look on,
erst cravings are shorn.
Notice staid stillness
ushering wellness,
so let us choose peace,
turning a new leaf.
Who
or what
is the Self,
of which sages
speak in metaphors,
pointing but not showing,
pointing out that we are that
but know not, since we’re deluded,
thinking that we’re but this feeble form,
which will perish, unlike our consciousness?
The truth cannot be known till we become
the light which we have set out to seek,
for which discarding erst beliefs,
freezing in time, all movement,
the outer world recedes
and in staid silence,
without mirrors
we behold
truth of
Self.
Each pulse is unique, so of this one we write,
tip of our nose, entwined with third eye and crown,
a vibrant throb of bliss magnetism so bright,
ushering wondrous rapture in which we drown
and as we are carried thus to zenith height,
demeanour of joy replaces heart’s erst frown.
We gratefully receive bliss waves that cascade,
causing the mundane external world to fade.
Walking the pathless path,
requires resting thought flow,
that in staid stillness slow,
we see without mirrors,
our soul’s innermost glow.
Walking the pathless path,
means we befriend the void,
whence delusion’s destroyed
and we imbibe pure bliss,
no longer by fears toyed.
Walking the pathless path,
we see the road appear
and God’s presence draw near,
provided we let go
of erst desires held dear.
Walking the pathless path,
is not for everyone
but if we come undone,
relinquishing concepts,
we are with God then one.
With no mindless questions to ask
Swathed in blissful moonlight, we bask
The vast void is where we belong
Facade of form, a cloak, a mask
Vibrant presence sings a love song
Childlike heart taking all along
Ambling along gently with ease
Cognisant of our heart’s love gong
As erst patterns of old unfreeze
From this dream life, soul gets release
No longer by thought forms decoyed
Love wafts joyously like the breeze
it is easy to speak of love, light and bliss
when one has somehow imbibed grace
but have we so soon already forgotten
erst days of darkness in life’s rat race
Growing up we find that head rules the heart,
that we may navigate earth life with care
but from light of love now standing apart,
of soul’s fall from grace, we become aware.
As a child free but now tied to mind’s tree,
with fear stalking, we’re a dead man walking,
for with pulse of love, we do not agree
and find ourself, from path of truth balking.
Growing up we realise we’re not wise
and we soon tire of objects of desire,
therefore ceasing to weigh, measure and size,
in silence we ignite our inner fire.
Taking a u-turn from erst pathways stern,
in the flame of love, we willingly burn.
When erst fears to rest are laid,
within love’s heavenly glade
and a little divine aid,
bliss is readymade.
“Mind-body prism refracts soul’s soft white light ~
Each unique hue heightens our heart’s delight”
~ quote by poet
Beauteous are rainbow colours seven,
one end is violet, the other red,
mirrored in form, with promise of heaven,
provided we are, by throb of bliss led.
Red is the chakra at root of our spine,
which stirs when we begin our God search quest,
above which orange asks us to align
with God’s pulsations, that we may be blessed.
Yellow at navel, is power renounced,
whence we move to heart, whose colour is green,
transcending which, erst feral instincts trounced,
we ascend to throat’s surreal blue sheen.
Higher octaves at head, set soul aflame ~
Divine entwined, we’re no longer the same
Futile are words, which we emote,
being symbols of perceived truth,
which we may taste, if we free float,
plunging into our heart forsooth.
Trauma bonding with lower mind,
we’ve knelt in darkness for too long,
so let’s leave now, erst fears behind,
standing erect, joyous and strong.
Allowing love to steer life’s course,
embracing souls we chance to meet,
never employing use of force,
we imbibe soma nectar sweet.
Ceasing thinking, begin flowing ~
On becoming, clearly knowing
I hush heart’s blush to gently listen to
“the silent song of the sighing breeze”,
which sublimely wafts a divine fragrance,
imbibed by presence with nonchalant ease.
Discarding all vicarious knowing,
relinquishing erst conditioned belief,
I meld with the flow, transformed as a mist
and thus in stillness, soul turns a new leaf.
Time and space dissolve, in this warm embrace,
as nodes within form pulsate with delight,
that entwined with existence mindfully,
heart’s rapture rises to zenith like height.
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