silence
energised
by bliss beats
it is our being-ness
unadulterated and so pure
enlivening emptiness
wherein we rest
magnetised
peaceful
Om
Peace
I am as am
Luminous nothingness
Vibrant emptiness
Radiating bliss
Here now
eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
time stretched peace in a flat line awareness curve
ever present flowing orientation
positions us in state of bliss we deserve
transitioning to all-time meditation
that as we go about with gusto and verve
although we dwell in the void of cessation
tranquility is the fragrance of our soul
enlivened by bliss beats that make us feel whole
when the new normal is rapturous bliss
as that that does not come and go or fade
it makes the void a luminous abyss
an ethereal mist in which we wade
in the timeless now for us readymade
is-ness of being-ness has a new name
a tempest of delight we cannot tame
Om!
We acknowledge with gratitude
The beauteous pull of bliss magnetism
Transforming us as a pillar of light
Here now in mind-body prism
tidings boding all is well
divine light in every cell
higher heart now in focus
dances along love’s locus
spine to crown till the third eye
band of bliss that makes us sigh
as Divine Mother’s implant
vibrates as a soundless chant
though we cannot label bliss
birthed when polarities kiss
we pen these words just to share
body of light which we wear
21st Century is Here
Is it good or bad thing?
21st Century is Here
humming static flat line awareness screen
where time stops, space ends and boundaries blur
this pulsating bliss dome is now our home
silent potent thunder, a loving purr
Our tryst with bliss is a nightingale’s song,
having no motive and without an aim,
prismatically refracting God’s gong,
poised in the void as a flicker-free flame.
To the throb of bliss magnetism we swoon,
in sync with the rhythm of the universe,
be the night pitch black or graced by the moon,
dancing without any need to rehearse.
Rapture rises ushering surprises,
each petal of heart opened by God’s hand,
enlivened by spirit that baptises,
as His grace available on demand.
Flickering space lowers her eyelashes ~
For now we see God’s face in such flashes
cave of the heart and centre of our head
are both joined by an ethereal thread
a secret divine which only we know
cognised by presence in staid stillness slow
carried in the arms of Divine Mother
we hop from one realm into another
until all desires birthed are satisfied
whereupon we are from ego untied
to which end always positioned at source
we attain clear sight without use of force
at chakra nodes bliss spikes yet the grid is whole
a continuous seamless energy band
wherein tranquil witnessing is our sole role
with our joyous heart imposing no demand
content in currents of kundalini’s play
as delightful epiphanies here to stay
so as it is everyday here now this morn
innumerable bliss bubbles usher dawn
the moment we choose to seek
we cause an energy leak
and so clear sight is denied
for we have to ourselves lied
waking, dreaming and deep sleep
in each exists a bliss beep
which dissolves both time and space
to allow influx of grace
endless are layers of mind
being veils that make us blind
so all dreams must be destroyed
to reclaim Self unalloyed
let’s take waking as dreaming
and in it silence beaming
we step behind silence too
wherefrom life pulse does renew
by softening attention
as love and light’s extension
we be, so become the flame
and thus fulfil our life’s aim
life calls to us and we respond
without any load on our heart
with thoughts silenced ego is dead
attachments too have receded
breath by breath we’re by God’s hand led
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