Reflecting on the day gone by,
we looked after ourself quite well
but paused not for the soul who fell.
Did we do something we decry,
even if an unfriendly look,
at the beggar, who his fist shook?
Atonement begins with a sigh,
simple consciousness correction,
to shift to love our direction.
Our wayward ego must now die,
which means dwelling in cessation,
poised in all time meditation.
A song on our lips, we fly high,
whence grazed by divine magnetism,
igniting our mind-body prism.
Reflecting on the day gone by
Did we do something we decry
Atonement begins with a sigh
Our wayward ego must now die
A song on our lips, we fly high
Many mount to fight evil, the evil they see, the evil that lurks each day.
Many we are, the ones that pray, the ones that seek to live okay.
Many have gone before us, they have lived and loved, and left many words, to help us on our journey through this life and move beyond.
Many we are, struggling with many issues, we suffer, we cry, we ask God why.
Many are in need, they lost their ability to take care of themselves, the apples are gone from reach, they make us pay just to eat free stuff.
Many remember the beauty in each day, the days when we worked on our farms and feed and grazed.
Many we are, we pray, we want to see all the evil go away.
Bring back the days, when we loved, when we were safe, to walk and feel happy each and every day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Touched by Spirit, we transform,
blown away by a bliss storm
but cannot transmit the mist,
which we chose not to resist.
Outwardly we look the same,
so can lay no claim to fame
but nodes within body urn,
metamorphose as they burn.
Grazed by divine magnetism,
we go beyond every ism
and yet we cannot translate,
this hum that does not abate.
As God’s direct transmission,
imagine bliss ignition,
that continues to renew,
with each life breath born anew.
The path kundalini takes,
our conditioned beliefs shakes,
as direct truth known by touch,
on relinquishing thought crutch.
Scriptures are both wrong and right,
for who can track flight of light,
surging forth from deep within,
causing worlds around to spin?
Hoping all become aware,
driven by love, we do share,
though this can only be known,
when we go in and atone.
unending beginnings as a rising
renewal continual as it is
each life flicker to our heart surprising
as God within us emits a bliss fizz
soul’s grazed by grace when we’re in cessation
poised simply as awareness self-aware
meditation our orientation
with no agenda we need to declare
all nodes in the head ovoid are aflame
air with our nose chakra making contact
blissful soul star takes us to the end game
where we forge with the void a loving pact
at the epicentre of God’s bliss storm ~
we as living light stand erect in form
simply resting in quietude
here now within the oneness field
bliss fortifies heart’s fortitude
that without touch all souls be healed
will of consciousness absolute
is no different from our own
grazed by magnetism we transmute
a secret we alone are shown
identity has disappeared
with it attachment and desire
our destiny is by God steered
we are the very cosmic fire
thoughts we witness impact us not
they arise from an unknown origin
in staid silence we are self-taught
grazed by bliss, each spasm virgin
a day in the life of the formless self …
mind’s at rest so no thoughts arise at all
there’s no narrow agenda on our shelf
we dwell in the void, where there is no wall
we do nothing yet all doings are done
patterns of old now have on us no hold
grazed by spirit, presence shines like the sun
no desire remains, that fate be controlled
bliss replete, vibrant presence feels complete
magnetism spikes, our form may well explode
rapture spasms vibrate from head till our feet
with each breath graced we sing to God an ode
vibrance peaks as life flows on by itself ~
a day in the life of the formless self …
each moment gone by is erased
mood and mode embrace and release
grazed by bliss we remain amazed
flowing unfettered like the breeze
For God-search to truly begin,
we first cleanse heart from stains of sin,
by gentling each thought, word and deed,
in prayer, going in within.
Poised in stillness, renouncing greed,
ego cravings we cease to feed,
thus invoking the grace of God,
voice of truth beginning to heed.
We trudge along and as we plod,
joyful since giving love our nod,
bliss magnetism ignites our form,
the touch of God, leaving us awed.
Grazed by currents both cool and warm,
we yield; bliss takes us by the storm,
ego dies, we become the flame,
with heightened vibrance heart’s new norm.
We seek nothing and have no aim,
knowing life impulsed is a game,
played in mode embrace and release,
there being no demons to tame.
When wayward thoughts totally cease,
formless presence flows like the breeze
and in the void we wingless glide,
outcomes any, always at ease.
Trusting God, we enjoy life’s ride,
knowing He’s close, in heart inside
and in timeless time, we see Him,
He, on Whom, we’ve always relied.
“By my making pilgrimage to Thee Thy all-pervasiveness has been destroyed by me. With my meditation Thy transcendence of the mind has been destroyed by me. Thy transcendence of speech has been destroyed by me by my singing Thy praise. Ever forgive me these three sins.”
God-search is a paradox
In as a movement from here to there
So pause awhile in silence oh hermit and detox
That of the fact we are he who we seek become aware
We seek fullness in emptiness since heart feels incomplete
But on melding with the void wayward ego vaporises
When grazed by grace we become bliss replete
Beholding in wonder how magnetism rises
The seeker who seeks does not exist
Except for a while in form as but an interface
So simply relinquishing beliefs and ceasing to resist
Separation ends and then God holds us in close embrace
A great impossible thing
Plummeting, landing at my feet
When i saw that blinding ring
I was rendered obsolete.
It knew everything, i knew nothing
I wanted a blinding ring too
I was put on this earth to be something
But the ground is not mine, so up i flew.
I grazed the sky, but i saw no light
I had no halo, a trick of the mind
What i saw was a star in flight
There is no god, I’ve been led blind.
When I was a young girl, they said I could have an empire
Careers and businesses, money and trophies, a family of my own
Lies twirled off the patriarchy's serpent tongue
For my womb became their personal storage space
I couldn't wear a dress too flowy or short
They worried my male peers would stare
Not even my favorite rugged dark jeans
Because XY chromosomes had their eyes on me
Like a stone wall only built halfway
Their promises felt atomless
We fired, but only grazed the target
And fortification didn't patch our wounds
Twisting, turning, my body was never mine
Just a vessel on their puppet strings
Only another human incubator
Because what if the kid's straight, White, or male?
I'm more than my fountain of fertility
I love and feel just like a man
But I'm given nothing to wipe my tears
Only the birth certificates of my hypothetical kids
Don't remember me for my body and face
Think of my fists raised in the air
Shouting until my larynx gives out
"I'm also a human!"
what’s there to be said
to souls not yet grazed by love ~
withering away
In the way you had led me
With raised expectancy;
Turn on wheel-turn, a breeze atop
For whose mood did heighten;
Country road, and road endless;
Still whooshed! Left idle when!
In angling off a new slant
On the world did him grant.
Up this way, that; reposed. Unspoiled.
Summer days did me steer.
Each wide vista, cow-grazed, coast-hazed
Opened out on ' Freedom'.
Once looked back on, is rolled back up
Whose mirage! Whose phantom!
I'm a gnarly pine tree. Twisted! Stunted!
A melody-filled flute once, I'm mute now!
With nightmares of winter, I am haunted.
Twigs with dry leaves I see in every bough.
My floral gardens are grazed by cattle.
Cobras crawl into my wrecked house debris.
Why do I seem to lose my inner battle?
Why, often, from myself do I try to flee?
I still see tall mountains in the distance.
The Milky Way shines in all its brightness.
Souls undergo a renewed existence.
Nature seems to tend toward boundlessness.
My movements are moments of reflection
As my pilgrimage is towards perfection...
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