Sprightly walk on landing,
then I step down each rung,
with habitual due dispatch,
an enthusiastic heart beats,
mind awash with apt fervour,
whilst fixating on elation,
that weaves rose bud tints,
to dawn townscape purliue,
on a fair earthborn agenda,
whose brief a germ kernel,
mission sprouting benign,
seeds among the coterie,
red sunrise street dwellers,
who sense crimson aura,
a fond radiant saunterer,
that tonic touchstone,
oops .. watch the last step
Bright midsummer heat
ignites the vibrant
kaleidoscope, blending
cerulean cascades and
magenta splendors beneath
incandescent skies.
THE CHROMATIC SOLSTICE
Beneath the resplendent
architecture of July,
We unfurl the convoluted
fabric of our dreams,
Immersed in an effervescent
alchemy,
Where cerulean cascades
and magenta splendors
gleam.
With meticulous constriction
and chromatic grace,
We subjugate the pristine
cotton's stark expanse,
Applying pigment in a
labyrinthine embrace,
A kaleidoscopic,
psychedelic, sunlit trance.
The solar zenith acts as our
alchemical fire,
Fixating hues within the
cellulose domain,
A symphony of shades, a
visual choir,
Untied and resurrected from
the dye- bath's stain.
Om is the eternal gong,
that carries spirit along,
fixating our attention
in all-time meditation.
Even when we lose focus,
we flow along the locus
of magnetism within form,
silent thunder, a bliss storm.
The initiation done,
by the light that lights the sun,
we gently metamorphose,
whilst poised in blissful repose.
Deep wisdom unfolds in time,
as we bloom betwixt love’s chime;
our unvoiced prayer, God hears,
Who by His hand our life steers.
“Happiness comes when the individual merges in God”
~ last words of Swami Sivananda
‘Who am I’ being the question
Is what we first need to probe
Before we wonder Who God is
As wayward ego we disrobe
All that comes and goes is unreal
So it’s clear we’re not body mind
Space and time seems to be a cage
In which desires grip us in a bind
Taking refuge in staid silence
Ego in head melds with love in heart
As formless presence poised in the void
We feel within bliss ignition start
Bliss in permanence is a boon
Fixating focus in all time meditation
In time identity falls away
We then feel one with God’s creation
Mirroring the swami’s heartbeat
Divine magnetism bestows clear sight
The mists clear and then we see
That our true form is living light
bliss is the subtlest of the five sheaths donned
a steady hum of divine magnetism
fixating focus, taking us beyond
symbols, forms and labels of every ism
igniting here now our mind-body prism
simply stated bliss mirrors God’s heartbeat
rapture unbound that never does deplete
life calls
we pause
to discern
heart’s impulse
as Self
divine entwined
then act
in spontaneity
fixating focus
without effort
in nonchalance
on tasks
that await
fulfilling them
with zest
and zeal
in this
lucid dream
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.
as form, we dissolve
in the stream of bliss
as divine magnetism, we engulf
body urn so yearning
to connect
who on earth can name
the resultant rapture splash
brought about by love’s embrace
fixating attention thus in meditation
in an unbroken continuum
feel the compelling pull
of divine bliss magnetism
toroidal effervescence radial
surging in all directions at once
arising from a centreless fulcrum
fixating thus our focus within
that as we are transformed
clear light in time dawns
Dear Valentine.
It all began in 1970, some 55 valentines ago.
Initially, there was a beautiful citing of YOU.
And quite suddenly, there was a thought of US.
That thought led to a longing desire for execution.
Deep within me was a fixating calculation of means.
The actual procument of resources came next,
Which led to a joyous celebration of YOU and ME.
Resulting in pure elation and satisfaction.
Happy Valentine, my bride.
Close your dream filled eyes
Quiet your anxious, loud mind
Run wild from the intrusive taunts
Fixating, gossiping over you in silent,
Yet understood tongue.
Let the lies of yourself fall through
Unravel the programming stringing you along.
Step in surety, embrace the unknown
Befriend uncomfort - watch yourself grow.
Beneath your sadness and tears of dew
Rests a welcoming child your heart once knew.
Greet them in play, spark up a chat
Let dance the flow of life as it once was.
Invoke change, shake it’s hand
Say hello to strangers you may never know.
Spend days away from civil happenings
Only passable roads lie between you and freedom -
From all that is truly needed.
Recognising thought as but play of shadows,
aimed at fixating attention on this form,
befriending silence we strike a tranquil pose,
distancing ourself from this ego spawned storm.
Being as we are, as love and light and bliss,
heart delights as polarities within kiss,
brought forth by the dance of divine magnetism,
igniting head to toe, our mind-body prism.
Accepting omnipresence of boundless space
and fixating our attention upon it,
we notice that from its pores in-pours God’s grace,
recalibrating consciousness bit by bit,
as our steps to heaven we slowly retrace,
requiring lamp of love in heart to be lit.
Silence, stillness and total thought cessation,
pierces the veil of space in meditation.
Who in truth we are, we know not,
no wonder then, we are fear fraught,
since it's certain we will soon die,
reducing consciousness to naught.
Save in moments when love draws nigh,
we rarely reach bliss rapture's high,
drifting rudderless in the void,
nurturing thoughts that makes heart sigh.
Day and night, by dark desires toyed,
negating truths sung by Pink Floyd,
we ponder how we may reclaim
light of soul, pure and unalloyed.
There's no use to play the blame game,
so fixating on God our aim,
upon melding our head with heart,
bliss then becomes our claim to fame.
No doubt silence is a learnt art,
causing bliss ignition to start,
revealing we are living light,
enriched on adding love to cart.
This is how we garner clear sight,
byte by byte adding bliss delight,
in cave of heart, where God resides,
who reveals His form, lustrous white.
nothing much to report
except renewal
continual
of vibrant stillness
that betwixt bliss beats
enlivens presence
with the flow
of soma nectar
dripping through nadis
bringing thus to life
dormant nodes
that all then conjoin
tango dancing in unison
creating a rhythm
that amplifies
bliss reverberations
fixating fickle attention
in the world within
aglow aflame
with magnetism
transmuting our form
into living light
at our core
wherefrom stirs
ethereal reverberations
fulfilling will of God
here and now
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