Having granted bliss magnetism consent,
meaning we have agreed to be transformed,
there then is no end to rapture’s ascent,
as every bastion of our form is stormed.
We are the candle and bliss is the flame,
so we can no longer tell who we are,
as we metamorphose in life’s end game,
as God’s light, brighter than the brightest star.
The soul star chakra and the crown converse,
on how they may work for influx of grace,
pouring ceaselessly from the universe,
as pulsation of release and embrace.
The truth is this, in words simple and plain ~
We are torn apart, then put back again
Its never been an object..So why?
reiterate that as a reality.? While never acting
On the opening.' Of interaction with the
Enormity of possibilitys, summarily.'
staying as we are in a thought rested state
we notice all chakras in our head have merged
so as a globe of bliss we reshape our fate
in body urn where energies have converged
mirroring light of Self that does not abate
that we may anoint ourself having been purged
assigning no meaning to bliss magnetism
motionless yet vibrant in mind-body prism
right from the time we wake up till we sleep
we flow with tides as they arise inside
sensing bliss mists osmotically seep
each cell of form bridging every divide
that formless presence may then wingless glide
in the void standing tall as a bliss squall
responding mindfully when life does call
a disc of bliss is implanted in our spine
at a point which is parallel to our heart
wherefrom magnetism spikes making us divine
and so in this way as God search we jump start
in time dissolved stillness epiphanies dawn
here now in body urn where we are reborn
as pure living light pulsating with delight
as is-ness of being-ness by day and night
Myriad souls wander, lost and confused,
so whilst respecting the journey of each,
of that they are bemused, we’re not amused,
so share with those who pair but do not teach,
knowing God’s light in time, all hearts will reach.
Flickers in space reveal God is so close,
breathing us gently whilst we’re in repose.
No one can save me, its sad but it's true
It's not a reflection of how I love you
It's something within me, deep down inside
A feeling of numbness that I've tried to hide
It's recurring presence is tiring me now
I want it to stop but it puzzles me how
Why does my body not work like it should?
Why does my mind believe I'm no good?
I want to feel joy, live life to the max
See goodness in others, take comfort in facts
It makes me feel sad that my mind is broken
Writing this now, a pitying token
I do not want pity, I do not want shame
I do not want loved ones taking the blame
I wish I could be so much better at life
I wish I could be a good mother and wife
But when sadness consumes me, I don't want to stay
I want things to end and to just get away
I'm angry because I know its not right
So I stay here today and continue the fight
But deep in my soul there's a truth hidden there
That one day I'll give in to the returning despair
It will catch me one day with its challenging sneer
Directing my actions 'cos I shouldn't be here
from the vantage point of stillness
we see the world going around
we view this dream with nonchalance
to no illusion are we bound
bliss drum beats with our heart gong
we are both this form and the sky
there then is nothing to be done
as are that who can never die
When time immortal has passed me by,
and under the ground I shall lie,
who will remember me?
What faithful person shall it be?
I lived a life of little note.
A few mediocre poems I wrote.
Oh life wasn't always kind.
I left precious little to remind.
Yet I feel from here to eternity,
I left room for thought, to some degree.
Some deed done with a contrite heart,
some valiant gesture in which I played a part.
I fear that my time will not be forgotten yet,
by folk I loved or even some I just met.
Will the presence of my smile, linger a while?
I set no fashion trends, never one for style.
I have always told stories, ever since my youth.
Quite often been known to embellish the truth.
I never liked to be beholden to anyone.
I was quite partial to the way I got things done.
I guess a one never really knows how much,
depth of feeling to those whose lives you touch.
Will anyone lay fresh flowers on my grave?
Is there any one in life I had the chance to save?
My body will slowly disappear.
There will be less of me from year to year.
Will my soul be here from now to eternity?
Will it linger endlessly? Will it still be me?
accepting the unexpected
without our heart skipping a beat
in mood and mode embrace-release
is enabled by cool bliss heat
continuum of now-moments
leaving behind no residue
is the canvas we paint upon
wherein each rapture hue is new
each point in space is the centre
wherefrom we feel the potent pull
of magnetism divine sublime
heart is empty and yet feels full
So here I am
Nowhere else to go..or be
Aimless and happy to be lost
Walk among old stones and trees
Here I sit..im.here
On moss and lichen
Breathing cold air and mists
That chill my bones
Here...sitting next to a grave with my name
But she wasn't me
Just found her by chance
I'll be her one day
Dust and bones
Here.i am
Watch me sitting here
Observe..Here.. Here.
Coffee, that invigorating liquid
changes occur between each sip
– relish the rich taste
Life, that chronologically dimensional timeline
between here and eternity
The battle garb of the ages is in constant motion
revolutionary – a curvature of time, a drastic alteration
An immediate recognition
the poison that has accumulated within our souls
If eternity is an afterthought
something that follows the present moment
– then what is the true reality?
It is time to remember who we are
j u s t i f i c a t i o n
Form, a mirror in which we see our face,
reflection of living light drenched in bliss,
Cupid’s caress, gripping us in embrace,
as nodes within freely mingle and kiss.
Vibrance of innocence does not rehearse,
since God as our guide dwells in heart inside,
that we as He, one with the universe,
plunge into the void, where we wingless glide.
Empowered with gift of bilocation,
poised in a bliss squall, we become the all,
playful flirtation as our vocation,
a pillar of light always standing tall.
As we so metamorphose in repose ~
Divine love and light from our aura glows
we shamelessly affirm we will not trade
bliss rapture birthed by divine magnetism
since with each breath in streams of love we wade
with fullness in emptiness our lived ism
as tease of delight in mind-body prism
which holds us erect and becomes our song
in the timeless now taking all along
Crystallised light liquified,
within form begins to glide;
silent hum, the cosmic drum,
that light itself we become.
Seven hues of a rainbow,
are thirty three as we know ~
the vertebrae in our spine,
where we see bliss beats align.
Lost in love’s magnetic chime,
we transcend both space and time,
yet return on earth to burn,
in feeble mind-body urn.
Immediacy of bliss,
as Cupid’s lingering kiss,
is the music that plays on,
where with each breath we’re reborn.
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