Written: July 24, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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Note: This is the Open (organic) VERSE created by Brian Strand and using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols; the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond, thus making this enigmatic form a two-way interplay & interpretation unique to the moment
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wordless
sanctum
portals
cleaving
anchored
in
invocations
shroud-bound
effulgence—
vellum
&alabaster
fluttering
guising flesh
in
a clean slate
fettered
by
silence
ghost-scripted
expunged
orisons
canvas
bloom
weathered sheen
of
tether-tint
a
nailing soul
interlaced
exhumed
unbegotten
ebbing voice
forgotten
in a
breach
of
canonical hours
as
seeds
sprouting—
sky etched
wave-washed
sentence
retribution
under
a dust-turn
of
ink
& oblivion
Resting thoughts, we shifted to sensation,
which in stillness, we embraced and released,
that thus presence befriending cessation,
there being no demons to be appeased,
poised in the void, our bliss drenched heart was pleased.
Is-ness of being-ness renews as such,
where with ego exhumed, we learn by touch.
With ego exhumed, something has shifted ~
Innate vibrance of heart is uplifted
“The srutis declare in various ways that all this, the ether and its like, and we ourselves, are like a mirage. If there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the comparable and the comparison?”
Consciousness is by God’s will polarised,
in Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg,
in the matrix of space-time localised,
where aspects of Itself for freedom beg.
When we are enraptured by love’s bliss fizz,
ego exhumed, poised at a stillness point,
we then realise that God alone is,
then our Self in heart, we ourself anoint.
When life we endure and make our heart pure,
that which became two becomes one again,
birthing a bliss surge, making us demure,
freeing consciousness from ego’s thought chain.
God’s boundless grace in-pours through pores of space ~
Breath by breath we may feel His warm embrace
A comma pauses coma in mid air,
released but not delivered is its serve
but in truth we have nothing to declare,
so life continues with gusto and verve,
even though numb becomes our mental nerve.
It may appear that our form has convulsed
but there’s no vibration to be repulsed,
so outcome any we remain tranquil,
accepting our fate as has been impulsed,
for with ego exhumed, we have no will.
“He who has seen his true Self, which is innate, unborn, and incomprehensible, does not, if anything desired happens to him, become tainted. Being free from taint, he never performs any action. The man of self-restraint or the ascetic, therefore, is never bound.”
As one without a second, outside space-time,
as pure living light, we mirror God’s heartbeat,
at peace in the vast void betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
poised thus for eternity, feeling complete.
Complete freedom epitomises our state,
as divine light whose lustre does not abate,
ego cravings having been long since exhumed,
that breath by breath bliss ignition is resumed.
dwelling in blissful awareness self-aware
vibrancy in aloneness our claim to fame
rapturous bliss which we are ready to share
among all in whose hearts God-search is their aim
so all we do is exude fragrance of love
reflecting God’s light as blessings from above
imbibed in an instant by hearts which are pure
with ego exhumed and persona demure
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.
Conceptual understanding quietens mind,
whilst realisation is savouring the taste,
of nectar of bliss in heart divined.
Purifying soul, our heart chaste,
dwelling in silence in the vibrant void,
in timeless time we are then by God graced.
With ego exhumed, our delusion is destroyed
and we find our being beyond space-time,
living light of Self, pure and unalloyed.
Directly experiencing the bliss beat chime,
the heartbeat of God, our true Self does mime.
we dwelt in a realm where all souls were awake
aware at all times of the light of their Self
with ego exhumed, no agenda at stake
each emotes love as life flows on by itself
which we see as the destiny for our world
an ocean of peace, with flag of love unfurled
living in harmony, aligned with God’s will
and sipping soma nectar to their heart’s fill
Our true nature is love and light and bliss
but to know this, ego must be exhumed,
that full in emptiness, nothing amiss,
beholding our heart lotus fully bloomed,
we rest in the void, with bliss mists perfumed.
On waking from sleep, ‘I-thought’ arises
and being its nature, mind apprises,
so in our waking state, investigate
the source of ‘I-thought’, till mind capsizes,
that light of truth dawns, in stillness sedate.
Awareness self-aware, free from ego,
is our pristine state when we get to know
that who we are in truth is living light,
free from delusion, aura pure like snow,
divine consciousness drenched in bliss delight.
Bliss holds attention in meditation,
being simply total thought cessation,
which is the means for us to become free,
feeling one at last with God’s creation,
as vibrant presence roaming earth carefree.
with God’s love pervading space-time
feeling the burn of magnetism
rapture spasms betray bliss beat’s chime
igniting our mind-body prism
thoughts rested and ego exhumed
as the pulse of the universe
our aura with God’s love perfumed
we dance with no need to rehearse
To behold the Self with the eye of the eye,
in as flicker-free awareness all the time,
wherein in the vibrant void we wingless fly,
guided by vibrations of God’s bliss beat chime,
luminous Self, which is all heart, makes heart sigh,
a state of completion, no peaks left to climb.
Thoughts rested, ego exhumed, the truth is known,
with presence shining as light of Self full blown.
standing erect, as a column of light
we observe dream images orbit form
with ego exhumed, there’s no cause to fight
so with God’s laws we willingly conform
rapturous bliss having become the norm
there is nothing to say, much less to do
as benedictions of grace so accrue
Though we sit alone, we are in a crowd,
hounded by thought forms we cannot repulse
and the cacophonic din is so loud,
we fail to be enthralled by bliss beat’s pulse,
until we enter silence on impulse.
If the light of Self is what we would see,
ego must be exhumed, that soul be free.
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