Exhuming Poems | Examples

Fire without smoke

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.

The direct path

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.

Say that again

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.

From darkness to light

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.

Rise oh hermit

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

Thought of the day

stillness, the magic that erases thought din ~
exhuming stupor, afresh we begin

Sea glass

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.

Say it like it is

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.

Zen Mode

love calibrates not
value systems
there is no judgment 
nor any hesitation 
in plunging into embrace 

the echo may not return
it matters not
love is an effervescence 
exhuming darkness 
as God is our witness

Pastor At the Pulpit

spiritual discourses
address lower mind
offering not flavour
of bliss magnetism 
that ignites our form

therefore silence
is the best teacher 
requiring release of
ownership of thought
thus exhuming ego

awareness animated
poised in the void
entwined with existence 
breaks the mirror
invoking Holy Spirit

Golden Shovel

In truth we are not and yet our
turbid mind births the sincerest
trance, which somehow stifles laughter
of our heart, not quite aligned with
pulsations of love, until some
quirk of fate, brings to us deep pain,
whence we see clear truth as it is,
whereupon no longer fear fraught,
befriending the void, we free our
soul, imbibing grace of sweetest
outpourings of celestial songs
and thus divine entwined, we are,
as we are, bliss drenched, beyond those
narrow ego spawned desires that
bind and confine, so freed we tell
of our journey within, made of
love and light, exhuming saddest
delusions borne by egoic thought.

Inspired by these lines ~ 

“Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those 
that tell of saddest thought.”

by Percy Bysshe Shelly – To a Skylark

The Good Lord Was Sent

Ready my pen
My beautiful green eyes 
Upon our hearts you do rise
Through our loving arms
Your soldiers are armed
I too, felt the sun upon my face 
Through the warmth of your embrace
Bright purple, white and pink
Beyond the beauty which others may think
Flowers protruding
Your love found exhuming
Deliverance from above
Surrounded by your love
Blessing to our land
True miracles are at hand

Bilocating Consciousness

From singularity, we descend, touch, immerse, create
To feel duality fully, we choose to enter trance
Attempting to cling to altered circumstance
Death alone makes sensations abate

Unless

Head and heart unite, taking a stand
Exhuming from lower mind, ego residuum 
Nonchalant silence animating the continuum 
Who in truth we were and are, we then understand 

Thus

As we bilocate gently between singularity and duality
Though heart may choicelessly seek an encore
Our vaporised presence keeps no score
And ego death is the only fatality

Awake Within This Dream

Knowing life has been already impulsed
We embrace and release both joy and pain
There are in truth no foes to be repulsed
Touch gentle, is free from blemish and stain

Mind-body unless ensouled is but dust
We know our organic form will decay
Why for then do we nurture thoughts of lust
Law of cause and effect will make us pay

Feeding not dark desires, our false self dies
There is no regret, for it never was
Our unshackled soul then flies to new highs
We are living light and God is the cause

Exhuming then, cravings of lower mind ~
Whilst immanent we transcend ego’s bind

29-May-2023

Simple Recognition

We behold our form, that’s but dust,
so wonder at our acts unjust,
which but serve cravings of ego,
we are somehow loathe to forgo
and with this knowing we begin 
slowing down thought, exhuming sin,
that we may recognise our soul,
to feel joyous, blissful and whole
and no sooner we make this shift,
we find we’re no longer adrift,
having woken up in life’s dream,
where myriad illusions stream.

25-May-2023

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