My mind teeters on a cliff of eroding dust and pebble.
Above, the light shines, a rebel to the dust and pebble.
Below, the chains tighten around my frame,
as jagged rocks claw through flesh and name.
The sea smashes through me; | lie gasping for breath,
a whisper away from the clutch of death.
My mind fixates on the constant pummelling,
my thoughts tunnelling,
like honey funnelling,
the future muddling,
but the heart humbling
as my mind teeters on a cliff of eroding dust and pebble.
bliss energised stillness fixates focus
upon the play of divine magnetism
as we navigate a pathless locus
we garner truths unknown to any ism
this script is enacted in feeble form
observed by our presence in solitude
where all we do is with bliss beats conform
in childlike wonder marked with fortitude
we voice the truth without inhibition
of this dance divine underway within
suffice to say, God is the magician
His will causing ignition to begin
pardon our diction that sounds like fiction ~
leading to our ego’s crucifixion
bliss fixates focus
on God’s love locus
we willingly burn
in mind-body urn
bliss grows day by day
there’s nothing to say
since we cannot share
this joy we declare
heaven too is a domain
Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg
though bliss falls like light rain
for its pleasure we beg
dance of polarities
manifests bliss magnetism
renunciation and austerities
illumines body-mind prism
glistening chakras seven
fixates therein our attention
taking this as heaven
tarnishes our meditation
higher yet we must go
where no pheromones mingle
light of Self, white like snow
where our eye is single
dwelling in peace, feeling complete
at a singularity point
merging with God’s heartbeat
our Self He does anoint
Soul’s light in heart caged,
by ego upstaged,
when thoughts cease is seen,
mirroring God’s sheen.
Words cannot describe,
zing of bliss beat’s vibe,
cascading within,
playing on our skin.
The slow benign burn
in mind-body urn,
fixates attention
in meditation.
The table is laid
for bliss ready made,
revealing soul’s light,
in heart shining bright.
involuntary spasms of bliss delight
fixates our fickle attention within
gripping us in rapture by day and night
beckoning us in cave of heart wherein
awash with God’s light, we are cleansed from sin
simply witnessing blooming of our soul
becoming living light, scriptures extol
here we careen through the scheme
riding the vortex of the american dream
seen behind the blind scenes in hiding
keep fighting the design on the frontlines.
the career of a degenerative peer
is not measured by how they appear
or adhere the commandeer of said steer,
as long as they down beer and disappear.
clear as this fixates the mistake of the states
we would augmentate and drown hound fears
sheer will could astound the nouns quo
leaving them in tow with woe as one said so.
illuminate the sewn, find a darker home alone,
brash and beating the bone into the stone,
not grown eating scones of the blindly shown
that well-known handmade status throne.
grenade low tossed at the cost of some human loss
for fuel that is obsolete and crude at high-spreading moss
green fabric the waxen-elitism roster head boss
with a thumb gangrene, the color of his blood pulse.
down a flask of mezcal with a spliff of mary jane,
we aim to numb the pain from their dumb games -
switching lanes through the lazy river zaftig maze,
eyes glaze over, middle fingers raise at their gaze
our forehead glistens
with bliss tingles
representing
embodiment of Self
which we have become
bliss energised continuum
caress divine sublime
fixates attention
on God within
our forehead glistens
pulsating with bliss
soul core tightens
the grid comes alive
pursed lips too tingle
assimilating the offering
reverberating without end
there is no meaning assigned
to the dance thus underway
all nodes in unison exclaim
at the osmotic permeation
of the ethereal bliss mist
that so fixates attention
in this play of magnetism
Mistakenly believing we’re body-mind,
bewildered by fear and enslaved by desire,
we fail to see head and heart are not aligned
with love, so the objects we seek to acquire,
fixates attention, gripping us in a bind,
consigning our soul to the funeral pyre.
Adding to our woes is conditioned belief,
which unless undone, will give us no relief.
In the void of cessation, we’re always free
but presence soon returns to habit routine,
caged in turbid tempests, tied to our mind tree,
borne of heart’s dark desires, not easy to wean,
unless with soft whispers of love we agree,
for it’s then that the truth unseen may be seen.
Making thus in staid stillness, love our soul’s scribe,
we imbibe divine bliss, mind cannot describe.
Ron’s been striding to catch the galoot,
but his misstep was not so astute.
Though his record’s alright,
he fixates on his height,
so his lift in the polls gets the boot.
caress of bliss delight
an eddy current teasing
soft and feathery touch
fixates our focus
in the slow seduction
gentle yet persuasive
as each hue new renews
tantalising tingling teaching
tryst of light transcendent
within form immanent
Flickers in the void reveal,
what space attempts to conceal,
that we’re encased in its womb,
entrapped in a catacomb.
All realms dual are thought forms,
for soul to learn through fierce storms
and then return to God’s light,
that shimmers through space, so bright.
To see this truth with our eyes,
is known when our ego dies,
for since we’re not body-mind,
we see when we’re love aligned.
Love arises on its own,
when lower mind we dethrone,
that as pheromones mingle,
eye of soul becomes single.
Bliss fixates our attention,
to behold God’s dimension,
in, within and all around,
which divine light does surround.
We can see, if we release,
habit to think, a disease
and allow silence to speak,
to get of God, a sneak peek.
Imagine a fine conduit looping form,
over front and back, splitting us in two,
within which bliss currents, both cool and warm,
in time stretched silence, pulsations renew.
This show of delight, by day and by night,
fixates our fickle attention within,
God’s grace gifting us the boon of clear sight,
even as bliss beats prance on our skin.
Poised at heaven’s gate, in stillness sedate,
essence of presence inhales love’s incense,
reshaping fate, as nodes within gyrate,
effusing joyously our effulgence.
Truth eternal is stranger than fiction,
of rapture borne by benign bliss friction.
Bliss fixates our attention
upon formless awareness,
that in timeless time we see,
light of our true Self.
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