life is a sojourn
where to learn we burn
desires letting go
exhuming ego
each body vector
sips soma nectar
that thus bliss replete
graced we feel complete
spirit eternal, caged in feeble form
remains shrouded under a thought form cloud
silence and stillness invokes a bliss storm
exhuming false ego that once stood proud
its admittance thereafter disallowed
that thus as pure awareness self-aware
with the heart of God we seamlessly pair
songs of silence reverberate in heart
an orchestra playing for us alone
breath by breath we feel bliss ignition start
exhuming ego is how we atone
in timeless time coming into our own
with God’s omnipresence forging a bond
form dwells here, our spirit in the beyond
Having discarded all imagined knowing,
with eyes for no other, seeking God alone,
witnessing soma nectar within flowing,
poised in silence, as our consciousness we hone,
exhuming ego we come into our own.
Ego depends on thought and thought on desire,
so when there remain no objects to acquire,
formless presence tip toes into heart unshod,
which is how with the universe we conspire,
to behold in direct sight, the face of God.
Having recognised we are living light,
though for the moment caged in feeble form,
we feel in each node, bliss magnetism warm,
gripping us in rapture by day and night,
that as breath by breath, heightens heart’s delight,
mode and mood surrender, we just conform,
to the currents birthing this benign storm,
exhuming ego, bestowing clear sight.
Dwelling in the now, free from hold of time,
allowing kundalini right of way,
we watch our unfoldment in slow motion,
attention fixated on bliss beat’s chime,
one with light of Self that is here to stay,
enabled without any commotion.
Entry?
We used to post, “No Mexicans, Blacks or Dogs allowed”
No entry allowed.
There’s some semblance of ease and acceptance now, but don’t remind of us of what we turn a blind eye to.
No entry allowed.
It’s curious to see the extent of empathy; to oneself, to family, to friends, to the beliefs that hold up our mental constructs.
We run away from the threats to our convenience & comfort.
No entry allowed.
We can justify our disdain, given the stress and pressure of life. Yet, no matter how numb we are, love and empathy will always permeate into our beings, exhuming the hate that kills our joy of life.
So,
No entry to you, hate.
No entry to you, fear.
No entry to you, doubt.
No entry to you, panic.
No entry to the anger that quells humanity.
when ego truly dissolves
with no phoenix like resurrection
presence is still but the world revolves
seen then as but a thought form projection
not one with but rather as the energy field
as the very substratum of all existence
truth of God unmanifest is revealed
from Whom there is no distance
luminous darkness of high density
motionless consciousness as the all
potent power hum of infinite immensity
within itself creates worlds as a bliss squall
we as a spark of God are in fact the whole
limitation arises from flawed perception
save exhuming ego there is no goal
duality is a matrix of deception
we are God’s self-existent light
fragrance of love is our effulgence
bliss our nature that we frolic in delight
as bliss dew drops on all nodes condense
We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
the flame within burning,
being fire without smoke,
birthed when eye be single
and head and heart we yoke.
We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
current all pervading,
pulsating day and night,
exhuming the ego,
bringing gift of clear sight.
We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
heightened rapture unbound,
transforming feeble form,
wherein vibrant presence,
is centred in love’s storm.
We dwell as God’s bliss hum,
source of all creation,
the flow of life itself,
magnetism that in time,
reveals the light of Self.
Having been, seen and so known
light of Self, we now atone,
by fixating attention
on God, for soul’s ascension.
We know we’re not body-mind,
so we’ve left all fears behind,
poised always in witness mode,
heart being our true abode.
We’ve come here to love and learn,
transforming feeble form urn,
by exhuming the ego,
whence truth of God, we then know.
Tranquil silence paves the way,
to see the light, clear as day,
pure heart imbibing God’s grace,
in time beholding His face.
Holy books do have their use
but if love be our heart’s muse,
recognising all are one,
nothing else then need be done.
Cataloging moments when grazed by bliss,
with gratitude we acknowledge God’s grace,
warm tenderness of Divine Mother’s kiss,
as we’re held in Her arms in warm embrace.
Unending is rapture by heart imbibed,
subtle magnetism transforming our form,
in a manner that cannot be described,
though we’re the epicentre of this storm.
Involuntary spasms of bliss delight,
betray the magic on display within,
renewing pulsations by day and night,
exhuming ego and erasing sin.
Such are the verses our soul composes,
walking the bliss-path that’s strewn with roses.
Tricked by ego, troubled by desires, heart sank,
grieving, searching like a ghost, lost in darkness,
turning inwards, to softly slow such thought forms …
taming the tempest.
Doing nothing, poised in the void, we beseeched
powers that be, to hasten to our rescue,
that we may be bestowed with spherical sight …
before our exit.
Setting up thus childlike intent, soul softened,
gazing at the radiance surging outward
from our very core, a bliss mist enchanting …
exhuming all fears.
All around is stench of decay
Somehow the thought of death repels
Yet as soul, we choose to dwell here
That agape love be our mainstay
Our heart then casts magical spells
God’s light draws near, exhuming fear
Earth life immersion is but play
To sing love hymns to heaven’s bells
Our life path God Himself does steer
Transmuting dust as a sun ray
Rise oh hermit, from fear’s dark wells
Bliss mists have begun to appear
We’re both this as also the all ~
We are living light, standing tall
stillness, the magic that erases thought din ~
exhuming stupor, afresh we begin
With ego donned, soul's edge now rough,
discernment as the tool employed,
tranquil at both life's crest and trough,
sees demons of darkness destroyed.
Refinement is a slow process,
laboured breathing, fear forms sieving,
where we both regress and progress,
strobes of God's light, in heart weaving.
Caress of love divine sublime,
transforms feeble form from within,
bliss beat chime aiding soul to climb,
exhuming all traces of sin.
Sin's sea glass littered on soul's shore,
holds value although it is waste,
for though we choose to keep no score,
it marks the path that made heart chaste.
Akin to the void centred everywhere,
bliss magnetism fills us from head to toe,
as our formless awareness self-aware,
sets sails in the boat God Himself does row.
Pristine presence delights as bliss beats peak,
exhuming the false from mind-body urn
and in the stream of love, we dip our beak,
becoming the flame by choosing to burn.
All that that is transient, holds no appeal,
for now our aura radiates God’s light,
in the glow of which, our karmic wounds heal,
as bliss pulsates within, by day and night.
Breath by breath thus, as delusion’s destroyed,
a million suns ignite our head ovoid.
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