Fontanel Poems | Examples

Zen mode

magnetic heat rises at the palm centre
orifice at open fontanel pulsates
each pore is a door for bliss mists to enter
we get to a knowing that transcends debates
heart is quiescent since God is our mentor
Who with love and light body cells decorates
the aim of the game is to become the flame
as the light that lights all lights that has no name

Zen mode

God’s grace in-pours
from our fontanel
soma nectar drips
boding all is well

God’s disc of light
hovers over our head
nothing need be done
we are by His hand led

Zen mode

our fontanel pulsates
we pause to listen
to whispers of God
sensed as bliss strobes

love’s embrace tightens
our soul yields
breathing in the elixir
of heavenly delight

Zen mode

soma nectar slowly drips
into the cave of our heart
all nodes within come alive
each life breath a new start

the head ovoid glistens
third eye and Bindu pulsate
the fontanel is pierced
where God for us does wait

Zen mode

guru chakra pulsates
grace in-pours
invisible yet remain
our mentors

glimpse is offered
of light of Self within
God calls from heart
we plunge in therein

orifice at fontanel
hums with potent power
bliss from it in-pours
blessings that empower

Say it like it is

We feel God’s hand placed right over our head,
His grace in-pouring through the fontanel
and as we are in this manner spoon-fed,
bliss rapture rises boding all is well.
There’s no urgency for soul to ascend,
for there remain no goalposts to defend,
as breath by breath we behold in surprise,
the dance divine taking us to new highs.

Zen mode

a stream of bliss 
enters the fontanel
third eye glistens
boding all is well

toroidal heart hums
rapture fills form
we’re poised in peace
centred in this storm

Zen mode

head ovoid
an empty drum
is bliss magnetised

the energy grid
loops organic form
wherein kundalini moves

God’s grace
a disc of healing light
descends from the fontanel 

toroidal heart 
conjoined with spine
holds erect all energies

formless presence
witnesses this dance
poised in the vibrant void

Zen mode

fontanel pulsates
toroidal heart sings
the guru chakra speaks
in strobes of silence 

the signs are there
the mark is etched
recognised by those
who have eyes that see

Zen mode

the fontanel conceals a secret door
our soul’s way out from this realm
but to pass through the orifice
God must be at the helm

God’s abode

Where is God hiding,
within this organic form,
a question as old as time.

Oh revered hermit,
both heart and the fontanel,
shine with light of the heavens.

Zen mode

orifice at fontanel tingles
signalling influx of grace
our steps toward God thus
in staid stillness we retrace

slow motion awakening

Feeling our fontanel pulsate,
enlivened by the pulse of bliss,
there then remains nothing to do,
save in childlike delight to wait,
awestruck as polarities kiss,
betwixt light strobes that so renew.

There is nothing to be divined,
since we have become the bliss flame,
positioned outside space and time,
all nodes of form, divine aligned,
fulfilling in part, our soul’s aim,
as we thus do heavenward climb.

One with oneness, we are the flow,
that transmutes soul in stillness slow.

Zen mode

subtle bliss tingles in toroidal heart
personify is-ness of our being
enlivened spine holds erect energies
the disc of grace at fontanel rotates
steadying thereby our third eye’s blink rate

soles of feet and palms glisten as light dawns
cool heat pervades every cell of our form
though we’re void-centric we cannot deny
heightened delight as our soul so blossoms
being both immanent and transcendent

Zen mode

the orifice at fontanel deepens
wherein God pours bliss with His hands
this knowing imbibed perplexes mind
but our pure childlike heart understands

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