Impulsed Poems | Examples

Zen mode

although all debts of love have been repaid
and we no longer assign souls a grade
life as already impulsed does flow on
which matters not since in bliss streams we wade

Dream world

as a character in this lucid dream
within which we are now somewhat awake
although we do dance atop love’s moonbeam
in the background we are calm like a lake 

life as already impulsed will unfold
and as a wave in the ocean we dance
but fears and desires have loosened their hold
both our mood and mode being nonchalance 

we are that stillness, the eye of a storm
observing thought forms orbiting the heart
suffused at all times in magnetism warm
sensing with each breath bliss ignition start

having seen and so known God as a fact 
within this dream we have ceased to react

Parallax

The way we look at other forms,
views appearance, not their heart’s storms,
failing to see God dwells in each;
within us too, He’s within reach,
thus the singularity field,
is God’s mind to which we should yield,
for which the way we may begin,
is to find Him in heart within.

By relinquishing mind’s thought crutch,
doing nothing, learning by touch,
in this way, feeling not thinking,
poised in awareness unblinking,
we reconnect with light of Self,
whence impulsed life flows by itself,
viewed as nothing more than a dream,
we once long ago chose to stream.

The essence of all forms

Bereft of attributes, Self is living light,
which is our true being, shaped as God Himself,
in a realm outside space-time, where we shine bright
and so recognising this as our true Self,
we weave our way through life in drunken delight,
knowing what’s impulsed will unfold by itself.
God dwells in the Self and Self dwells in the heart,
which is why illumined living is an art.

Boundaries blur

When no division remains
and our soul is free from stains,
everything that is beheld,
is within consciousness held.

The pulse of life in space-time,
echoes chords of love’s bliss chime,
wherein as boundaries blur,
dormant nodes begin to stir.

As both subject and object,
magnetism rises unchecked,
held firm at a stillness point,
where light of Self we anoint.

Ascension by cessation
here in body play station,
the way we metamorphose,
gently in blissful repose.

Though ego cravings are shorn,
life as impulsed still flows on,
unfolding in slow motion, 
beheld without commotion.

As both dreamer and dreamed,
bliss strobes are from our heart beamed,
mood and mode celebration,
as our soul’s meditation.

What is destiny

Earth life is a school and we are here to learn,
in time promoted from one class to the next,
life lessons are stern but even as we burn,
knowing the purpose, there’s no cause to be vexed,
for as God’s breath transforms soul in body urn,
the secrets of higher wisdom are annexed.
Life as already impulsed presents itself,
until we reclaim the light of our true Self.

Desire is the cause of repeated rebirth,
the cause, delusion that we are body-mind,
so seeing that transience has no real worth,
in staid stillness, with God’s love and light aligned,
there then remains no need to descend on earth,
since we are in permanence, divine entwined.
Vibrant in the now, in but not of the world,
in God we trust, as flag of love is unfurled.

In the bardo

Resting in our natural state,
as both feeble form and vast space,
mood and mode, release and embrace,
we watch thought forms rise and abate,
soon doomed to die, for that’s their fate,
doing nothing steps we retrace,
back to heart where boons of God’s grace,
bestow bliss as our soul’s true trait.

Life as impulsed still continues 
but now in this dream we’re awake,
at ease in this world’s shifting hues,
in time stretched peace, calm like a lake.

With light of Self to us revealed,
no secrets are from us concealed.

Zen mode

no one comes and no one goes
life as impulsed gently flows
soul exits ego’s thought quiz
all that remains ~ a bliss fizz

monk mode

Opportunities galore come our way
but since ego has long since vaporised,
we look at this seduction as mere play,
having been by Holy Spirit baptised,
no longer by illusions hypnotised.
Life as impulsed unfolds all by itself,
so we have no agenda in our shelf,
more so since we’ve invoked bliss magnetism 
and have beheld in clear sight, light of Self,
which fully illumines mind-body prism.

Thought of the day

life as impulsed, unfolds in time ~
our role’s to feel love’s bliss beat chime

Benign bliss burn

Slipping into silence, invoking grace,
feeling within hum of bliss magnetism,
flowing in mode of release and embrace,
rapture divine suffuses body prism.

Destiny impulsed continues to flow,
without any involvement on our part,
for we’re in the boat God Himself does row,
centred in prayer at peace in our heart.

That life’s a dream, to us has been revealed,
so there is no cause to engage in strife,
more so when mind, body and soul are healed,
awash in light of Self, fully bliss rife.

God’s sacred fire glows in mind-body urn,
wherein all we do is willingly burn.

Zen mode

easy breezy
in time stretched calm
poised in the void, so to speak
in childlike wonderment we behold
enthused polarities dancing cheek to cheek

as we walk the bliss-path strewn with roses
which we may add is as was meant to be
thoughts rested and no agenda tabled
life as impulsed flows on by itself
divine bliss within is enabled

Zen mode

after waking up from trance like sleep
which may be termed as a consciousness leap
life as impulsed goes on as before
but distanced from outcomes we keep no score 
being drenched in bliss currents that do not abate
nonchalance is our offered response to fate

Streets of solitude

let’s say it like it is
no one else can feel
zing of bliss magnetism 
that imparts zest and zeal

alone in midst of many
we share but none can pair
rapture within that rises
of consciousness self-aware

life as impulsed unfolds
we play our role as ordained 
yet from fears and desires
soul’s been long since unchained

we see through subterfuge
with a kindly eye
within each form we see
God’s presence draw nigh

vibrant in aloneness
as we are breathed day and night
boundaries blur, clear light dawns
betwixt bliss beat’s delight

both immanent and transcendent 
encased in feeble form 
how may we delineate 
our heart’s toroidal storm

Ascent

Dipping in and out of spectrum of light,
which vibration should we prioritise,
given all heart seeks is heightened delight,
whilst mind is prone to weigh, measure and size?

Befriending silence, dwelling in the void,
sans thought flow, ego cravings too recede
and no longer by illusions decoyed,
light of Self manifests, taking the lead.

Divine entwined, now aligned with God’s mind,
benign bliss burns reshape our body urn
transforming us to be loving and kind,
reclaiming soul’s light as we slowly learn.

Life as impulsed will play out in space-time
but we’re enraptured by love’s sublime chime.

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