separation and then union
giving rise to bliss ignition
exhumes ego spawned delusion
light of Self seen seems like fiction
“Emancipation (Kaivalya) is obtained when one realises the oneness of this Self with the universal Self, the Supreme Reality.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
from jiva, Atma to Paramatma
our ego, the Self and God absolute
this is the pathless path we need to cross
attained in stillness, if heart’s resolute
thought cessation exhumes fear and desire
starved of attention, our ego then dies
we then behold our Self as living light
where seeking ends, each heartbeat a sunrise
yet beyond Self is Brahman absolute
luminous darkness containing the all
God is the substratum of existence
the consciousness within which we stand tall
body-mind alone is caged in space-time
whilst transcendent Self mirrors God’s heartbeat
we all dwell in God and He dwells in us
recognising the truth, we feel complete
when our ego thins out, God takes control
which reworded means that boundaries blur
as we become the flame scriptures extol
nodes within stir and with bliss beats concur
there is no earth goal we need to fulfil
each breath ushers dawn as life just flows on
bliss exhumes last traces of egoic will
that here and now we become the twice born
Gifted.
A round clay grey chalice
just outside the kitchen door
filled to the brim
with dark brown nurture,
frothy feather greens trimmed.
She eats the fresh smells
with all her secret senses...
Even her ears hear subtle
strong notes as she chews the cud
breaking down her defenses.
Handed some leaves in a bag-
not big enough to contain
her gratitude and pleasure...
buries her face in notions
of growing her own treasures.
Coriander, sweet basil, dill-
lungs balloon with pungent perfume
caught, breath held until
heart gasps, thankful-exhumes
breath of life with CO2, awake
to symbiosis give and take.
Thank You, from the abyss of my heart...
It is a Pleasure to return!
Aqua Marine: 09/12/2024
Acts 20:35
Acts 17:28
James1:17
Ephesians 5:1
Proverbs 12:25
1 Thessalonians 2: 8
Afterthought...
The sandwich...
Red, white, green...
Tomatoe bright red
Sweet basil next green strong
Mozzarella cheese.
Mama Mia!
truth though known by clear sight
is not as yet assimilated
slow, slower and slower yet we become
until each illusion is decimated
within this body vessel we adorn
divine magnetism is as yet at play
benign bliss burns slowly exhumes ego
that we shine like a rainbow on a clear day
breath by breath, throb of bliss resumes ~
touch of God, delusion exhumes
The sword God wields is made of light,
transforming the dark gloom of night,
freeing souls from bondage to mind,
that His caress, loving and kind,
exhumes fear and bestows clear sight.
when Holy Spirit pervades form
there rises within, a magnetic storm
rapture of which nothing may be said
save we are being to heaven by God led
as a benign bliss burn slowly exhumes ego
vibrancy of our presence begins to grow
we are in time, consumed by the flame
transformed thus in life’s end game
Nevermind what the outside says to you just
listen to your heart
My words speak to the part that sees the truth
& has known it from the start
Let lies rest in the dirt where they lay the dead
to be covered by sands of time
My words are food for the starving soul so please
consume these healthy rhymes
Bury my thoughts within your mind & wait for
the day your soul exhumes
The hourglass is never empty despite the absence
of sand, at the end of day we run on fumes
Follow the tune of the one that beats his drum
while surrounded by holy bands
His fire is hotter than the sun at noon in the midst
of summer but he's cooler than ceiling fans
Before moistened grief crystallised in eyes dries,
humming aliveness of our heart exhumes pain
and positioned thus in the bardo, we rise,
as pristine soul presence, free from ego’s chain
invokes bliss magnetism to gently baptise,
wholeness of being in Holy Spirit’s rain,
moment by moment thus, all moments entwined,
dwelling in love and light, each breath reassigned.
We’re alive and aglow, so all should be well
but perchance if we begin to feel withdrawn,
as feelings of melancholy in heart swell,
a shroud of depression, darkening the dawn,
making us gloomy, life then a living hell,
know wistful soul exhumes darkness with a yawn,
nonchalantly choosing to sing a love hymn,
thereby averting possible outcomes grim.
Innate vibrancy of soul, our mood and mode,
employs will for polarity rotation,
stagnating nowhere, for joy is it’s abode
and each vibration is but a play station,
so once love and light, within heart we encode,
moment to moment, we’re in meditation,
unaffected by the highs and lows of life,
empty like vast space and at all times bliss rife.
23-May-2023
__________
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
will i ever find a love?
a love my father failed of thought
a mother's love i never got.
a love with abundant craziness with right amount of holiness
a love which respects, aspects with complex in vertex
will i ever find a love?
a love which is a permanent compassion rather than a temporary obsession.
a love which is neither a temptation
Nor will never give me neglection
A love which turns my pressure into composure.
will i ever find a love?
a love that consumes me which doesn't exhumes thee
a love which make me less of resilient more of emollient
a love which provides me romance like in France without a glance
will i ever find a love?
a love that gives me what I deserve preferably not what it reserve
a love which is an artisry with ruthless honesty and shameless constancy
a love books taught me which dwell, swells and expels reality
Finally will i ever find a love?
a love which is timeless turns me fearless
A love which accepts my flaws without shoving claws
a love that exists and exhibits
not exits
Freedom from thought forms that anchor
Exhumes fear and desire
Bereft then of lust and rancour
We reclaim our soul’s fire
When thoughts cease, ego dies
Love takes us to new highs
Enabling rapture rise
Be thou self-taught
Freedom from thought
19-February-2023
Quietus
the master’s touch
exhumes desire
all is grace
fruits of pleasure
vaporise in the void
leaving nothing to cling to
all the doings are done
though we do nothing
the dream plays on
10-February-2023
Each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
I wander like a wraith through empty rooms
A phantom in both life and memory,
the ghost a long abandoned oath exhumes
I hover like a spirit over you
each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
so desperate to believe what isn't true,
I make the best of ambiguity
This specter in the mirror isn't me
These lines belong on someone elses face
Each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
it's loneliness that holds me in your place
My worth so long defined by your extremes;
extolled by love, or birched by perfidy,
I find it's just the first that haunts my dreams
each night, while you lay breathing quietly
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