receptive, attentive and acceptant
feeling bliss magnetism within cascade
recognising ego is decadent
with all erst fears and desires to rest laid
mindfully in the lake of life we wade
moment by moment, all moments entwined
our formless presence with bliss beats aligned
Capsuled in form, entombed in space,
caught in the swirl of sensations,
lost in dreams of mind’s creations,
we have yet to see our true face.
Remorseless is the flow of time,
with past erased, future unknown,
so in truth there’s nothing we own,
yet our soul seeks new peaks to climb.
To fix this jinx, we pause the cause,
of the movement of fickle thought,
in vibrance of silence self-taught,
blossoming as heart lotus thaws.
Intent stirs and the path appears ~
Bliss mists rise, banishing erst fears
even though we know we have impulsed this dream
from time to time maverick ego taunts us
we just smile and move on atop God’s moonbeam
so thoughts as wisps of smoke no longer nonplus
that earth life is unreal as we so deem
we dwell in peace, having boarded God’s bliss bus
simply enacting our role here as ordained
from erst fears and cravings of ego unchained
From riven ways and lent-for heaven’s vault
we clime on breath enwrit with slender ink,
each word a sworn avouchment ’gainst the dark,
each line a stout denial unto Lethe.
Hands erst in thrall do now the aether shape
with sigils forged of cinder, ash, and balm;
the orphan’s moan, the widow’s fervent cry,
lie twinn’d upon one consecrated leaf.
No tongue herein is beggared or despised—
the hush’d confession, clamant plea alike;
the scripture born of weal and wounded flesh
doth pace as peers in kingly even-stead.
We sing of marches loos’d from iron will,
of Right relearning how to quicken fair;
for Peace is not engender’d out of hush,
but sired by heedful ear to elder griefs.
This labour is no idle courtly sport,
nor dalliance of metre, wit, and breath—
it is a synod call’d by mortal hope,
where Mercy mounts the throne of trembling Fear.
Here, in these staves, the world recalls itself:
that Freedom waketh when all tales are weigh’d,
and Concord draweth first untroubled breath
when every soul long mute is bid to sing.
Before creative impulse arises,
poised in time stretched peace of stillness sedate,
tidings carried by God’s will apprises
our presence to embrace its destined fate.
Living in the now, we simply allow,
the rising and subsiding of life’s tides,
trusting divine magnetism to endow
our form with bliss as in the void it glides.
Knowing all is one vaporises will,
that flowing with ease like the wafting breeze,
sipping soma nectar to our heart’s fill,
no demons remain for us to appease.
Having left erst fears and desires behind,
with ego exhumed, no fetters now bind.
I weep in streets where erst the faithful trod,
Churches stand void,whilst taverns brim with glee,
And cry I out for mercy righteous God.
The painted panes grow dim,their light is flawed,
The pulpit soundeth naught but mockery-
I weep in streets where erst the faithful trod.
The sacred choir's song is hushed,outlawed,
Their silence bought with coin of blasphemy,
And cry I out for mercy righteous God.
The alehouse glows; each drunkard is applauded,
Each sin doth shine as virtue seemeth be-
I weep in streets where erst the faithful trod.
The holy house now dealeth wine unawed,
And maketh crimes to save the its dignity,
And cry I out for mercy,righteous God
Yet still I kneel,though mocked by men flawed,
Lord,breath anew Thy breath in sanctity-
I weep in streets where erst the faithful trod,
And cry I out for mercy,righteous God.
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
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