when fickle fate upsets our plan
we then do a consciousness scan
playing our hand as the cards fall
poised in vibrance in a bliss squall
propelled by divine magnetism
which illumines body-mind prism
so we simply watch life unfold
as familiar stories retold
spirits the same in new forms donned
forging a temporary bond
where once ego’s cry is decried
all energies are unified
ending seeming separation
merged as one in God’s creation
so as our presence we thus hone
in time we come into our own
Majestically, she minds the masts
on a million misty mornings,
unfurling her sealskin sails
against a pearl-glass dawning;
impeccably, ivory light illumines,
shimmering softly on silver waves.
She holds her position proudly;
sails, pale petals upon the spars,
unfold in porcelain splendor.
Her gaffs and yards, bright shafts of light
banish darkness before her,
a single white rose sea rising.
Copyright, July 10, 2026
Surging storm swarms in the shattered sky,
traces tormenting terror in frantic air flowing by.
The whispering wind of joy knows not why
it should face the ruthless turbulence of despair nigh.
Afflicting anger in the spiteful mind flares up high,
smolders the sullen life to make extant ember fly.
The anguished ashes drift away, failing to find nearby
the solace of benign hope, the heart doesn’t comply.
Harrowing haze clutches the hidden horizon to mystify,
spreading the shroud of gloom in the ambiance awry.
Away from the veiled sun the charcoal clouds glide sly,
hoping from dark a bright day will appear, they’ll descry.
Seething sorrow makes marooned mind to silently sigh,
permeates pain in heart plunged in misery by and by.
Agony rescinds as divine touch illumines the soul to rely,
in blessed life’s sanctum sedate hope weaves bliss to lie.
My angel takes away my pain
And gives to me the love I treasure;
My angel comes to me like rain
And gives to me delight and pleasure;
My angel sprinkles me with stars
And then illumines me with sunshine;
To Venus, Jupiter and Mars
We fly and carry in our passion;
My angel lends a helping hand
And gives the solace to the needy;
My angel looks to sea and land
And in them all creation heeds - and
When we are talking, all is right
And then we are birds of a feather -
In day, in twilight and the night
Me and my angel soar together.
Enlivened by bliss magnetism,
which illumines mind-body prism,
we transform becoming the flame,
as our true Self that has no name,
being simply God’s living light,
aglow in heart by day and night.
Glint dances in the eye,
soul is on the moon with enchantment as treasure,
valued high.
Grand spark of light
illumines mind with large measure
delight.
Thrills greet
joyous pleasure
sweet.
Glint dances in the eye,
illumines mind with large measure
sweet.
in delicate domain
of latticed life
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky
sanguine
hermit horizon
shimmers sensibility
in paled passion
incited perception
dawned
illumines insight
radiant
on convoluted contours
of dismantled dream
adrift
whirlpool of pining
swivels in intrinsic stream
arcane mindscape
marooned
recedes unperceived
into twilight obscurity
ordained
final flow
of terminal notion
through insipid channel
on platitude plateau
obscure
constructs conduit
for contemplation current
destined for
integral fusion
with supreme sea
absolute
the end embraces
sublime serenity
reflective
psyche suffused
with sunset spectrum
fading
designs desire
derelict
entrenched in
perpetuity illusion
innate
embeds eternal efflux
in enlightened soul
sailing implicitly
to bay of bliss
buoyantly
“The distinction of quality and absence of quality does not exist in the least. How shall I worship Siva (the Absolute) who is devoid of quality and absence of quality, who is devoid of attachment and detachment, who is of the form of ether, omniform, beyond illusion, and all-pervading?”
The Self renews itself within itself,
dwelling in peace, resplendent in its light,
free from fear, no agenda on its shelf,
an ocean of awareness with clear sight.
The Self, God or Brahman, is all there is,
which we know not, since we are polarised,
yet when thoughts rest, gushes forth love’s bliss fizz,
whence the absolute truth is realised.
Piercing pores of space and transcending time,
we see manifestations as dream forms,
knowing which no mountains remain to climb
and we remain calm through life’s fiercest storms.
What’s there to be done; God and we are one ~
We are the light that illumines the sun
though mind is fickle our heart is stable
synced with pulsations of the universe
polarities entwine to enable
perfumed endearments in shape of a verse
eyes for no other with love the fuel
boundaries blur obliterating time
ignition renewal continual
illumines our soul betwixt bliss beat’s chime
aflame in love for sake of love alone
with each breath new like pristine morning dew
vibrance of oneness as the throne we own
aura shines like a rainbow in full view
mirroring the gong of the cosmic drum ~
strings of our heart’s harp continue to strum
“I am not the doer or enjoyer. Work have I none, now or formerly. I have no body, nor am I bodiless. How can I have or not have a sense of "my-ness"?”
From the stillness fulcrum wherefrom forms emerge
As the motionless potent hum before we exhale
Spontaneous intent causes a bliss surge
In the void of no-thingness we set sail
Resplendent as eternal Self aglow in our light
Dew drops of love and light illumines our life’s trail
We are the source of bliss pulsations that delight
Transcendent and immanent flicker-free flame
Heart unblemished pristine and snow white
Both highs and lows for us are the same
We breeze through life which is but a game
feeling within form, the dance divine sublime
being an epiphany mind cannot name
all we do is gently meld with bliss beat’s chime
that thus poised in stillness we become the flame
resplendent in our light, beyond space and time
vibrance of consciousness which as we reclaim
empowered by boons bestowed by bliss magnetism
light of heavens illumines mind-body prism
An unseen lamp hidden in the realm of the mind
someone kindles to light up the dark gaps of thought.
Unperceived, it creates the beams of contemplation,
illumines the concealed pathway of the destined journey.
The paused thoughts create an intricate mental fresco,
the time transcendence makes it ostensibly self-radiant,
enmeshing the soul within the maze of the craving ego
that designs the forlorn corridor for the lonely journey.
As the lamp gets extinguished by the self-created gale,
awareness is lost in the abysmal depth of darkness.
The willful psyche clings to the sense of entrapped self,
getting confined within the bubble of illusion.
The obsessive free-will seemingly dormant,
enwraps the misty mind with an unreal veil,
for the free-rule tenets morph the ego into a trap
in the sphere of the fantasized self-deception.
In the ensnaring realm of fabricated passion
the cage of self-image captures the deceptive being.
As life swings on the cradle of the lingering time,
reflective pause causes the polarity interchange of acuity.
Star-dusts punctuate the dwindling daylight.
The moon enkindles the nooks of the skies.
Restless charcoal clouds yearn to be quiet.
The fog-clad blossoms still seek the sunrise.
As foretold by the mystics and sages
His advent is an act of upheaval.
He rewrites the history's ripped-up pages.
His strife is between the good and evil.
He pitches his tent among meek humans.
He blows as silent as the tender breeze.
Cosmos, into lustrous light, illumines.
Creatures, in adoration, bend their knees.
Creation, at his descend, stands astounded.
Times in timelessness stand suspended.
Heart midst hurts does prevail
expressing realities of humanity so frail
for hope and love to triumph since they never fail.
Spirit strives to weather coldness' pain
exposing freshness and revival-gain
conquering angst, vibrant upon solitude's terrain.
Wisdom exemplifies mindfulness-glow
against skepticism and doubtfulness-woe
toward exuberance of blessings' flow.
Yes, my pen as a poet defies deceit's blight
while faith in truth illumines soul's delight
writing with gratitude along freedom flight.
sense organs are instruments, as is mind
it is God’s light that illumines our form
thus leaving thoughts and sensations behind
feeling the hum of bliss magnetism warm
flowing with ease poised in love’s benign storm
melding with the source we see the truth stark
whilst thus ascending on an upward arc
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