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
we sense grace influx at the crown ~
stream of rapture in which we drown
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
in stupor we sink but then we see space blink
meanwhile within, kundalini is at play
with the formless void our consciousness we link
allowing influx of grace to have its way
with pulse of divine magnetism we concur
whence nodes within stir and all boundaries blur
that thus without doing anything at all
we stand tall centred in love’s benign bliss squall
consciousness static
our heart ecstatic
as bliss beats renew
whose each hue is new
divine grace influx
is the very crux
of our God search quest
invoked when thoughts rest
we are a God spark
who lights up the dark
wherein He is still
as we trudge uphill
we as he who seeks
in consciousness peeks
but finds nothing there
save light self-aware
as flame eternal
in body’s kernel
ego vaporised
truth is realised
aboard God’s bliss bus
such thoughts come to us
as verses we pen
in mood and mode zen
walking the tightrope of silence bliss suffused
insulated from thought forms swirling around
pristine presence is by illusions amused
lifelike dreamy realms where ego was once crowned
but with truth deduced we beg to be excused
as influx of grace continues to astound
we are yet sometimes called upon to engage
to play with smoky shapes upon this world’s stage
habit routine draws us to our i-pad
and so we may say there is addiction
to pen emotes which makes our heart feel glad
that on influx of God’s benediction
we go beyond our mind’s jurisdiction
to depict in symbols bliss magnetism
igniting head to toe mind-body prism
I am a dangerous dream,
might I add an influx of disdain on your judgements of me,
Distant mirrors dancing in the image of coddled leaps towards your faith,
Turned to shadow, staining my internal bed once clean,
Intern I sprouted wings for flying far from thee,
Your image I flay,
You’re becoming a memory,
I am a dangerous dream yet not as deadly as thee,
Running in molten thought for the melting of me,
Dancing all the while slaying my prophetic dreams,
In an instant turning like a page for wiping the slate clean,
I see through you now,
yet to you, I’ve become unseen,
All your mischievous doings found ashened and wrinkled never reaching me,
You are a dangerous vision,
A weakened image,
A comedic nightmare,
I remain a dangerous dream…
Far from being empty, silence is full,
bliss pulsating, soma nectar flowing,
as we’re propelled by the magnetic pull
of bliss, that keeps fire of rapture glowing.
Let us reflect on where we are this morn:
the soul star chakra’s throb is dominant,
all other nodes mirroring God’s bliss horn,
with forehead and Bindu point prominent.
The spine as always stands firm and erect,
with orifice at the crown expanding,
that as pace of bliss influx grows unchecked,
in tranquil heart we make a safe landing.
Nose, soles of feet and palms deserve mention ~
Their tingles signalling our ascension
all nodes in form are humming together
the grid looping form is a seamless whole
vibrant heart feels as light as a feather
we’re poised in the void without a fixed goal
both sun and moon fulfil their ordained role
soma nectar gentles magnetic heat
tingling aura feels day and night upbeat
jugular notch to navel, bliss mists drip
third eye vibrates, saying it is open
kundalini never loosens its grip
perhaps unsure if we have awoken
so as this magic sublime is woven
we imbibe with delight, influx of grace
eternal dance of release and embrace
What seemed good luck as the influx of grace,
as hurriedly judged by logical mind,
was the outcome of slowing down life’s pace,
by leaving cravings of ego behind.
Connected to God through our heart centre,
shifting to feeling rather than thinking,
we drew in bliss, which began to canter,
bringing about awareness unblinking.
In time ego died but it never was,
being but a bubble of illusion
but no one knew that we dwelt in the pause,
peace the result of head and heart fusion.
God’s benedictions rain down on souls pure,
whose hearts are childlike and presence demure.
gaze unfocused, awareness self-aware
entwines with enigmatic space
with the vast void we seamlessly pair
flickers of light signalling influx of grace
Renouncing conditioned belief,
gives our heart much needed relief,
in moments when we’re free from thought,
when ego drops like a dead leaf.
Nothing sought, no longer fear fraught,
in staid silence we are self-taught,
reclaiming the light of our soul,
truth divine bliss magnetism brought.
As Holy Spirit makes us whole,
with God search being our sole goal,
each new breath inhaled in surprise,
in vibrance we play our life role.
Ceasing to weigh, measure and size,
influx of grace opens our eyes,
whence we clearly see our true form,
knowing scriptures had fed us lies.
We are living light, a bliss storm,
drenched in currents both cool and warm,
as spark of God, made as is He,
oozing love, touch that does transform.
Oh hermit, do nothing, just be
and through eyes of innocence see,
that were spirit, not body-mind,
child of God, blissful and carefree.
On the question of destiny and free will,
though life as impulsed will unfold as ordained,
feeling influx of grace, which God does instil,
our consciousness expands, from thought forms unchained,
whence the love dove perches on soul’s window sill,
revealing the light of Self, pure and unstained.
Spirit in form is here for a brief sojourn,
imbibing benign bliss burns in body urn.
When debts of love are repaid, in bliss we wade,
impacted no longer by the quirks of fate,
our non-judgmental eye assigning no grade,
knowing tempests that rise, will in time abate,
path of the heart offering bliss readymade,
propelling our presence straight through heaven’s gate.
Free will is the manner in which we respond,
choice of purity, forging with God a bond.
Contemplating, to whom does destiny come
and who is the doer, who seemingly acts,
in tranquil silence, betwixt bliss beat’s soft hum,
noticing how nodes within forge loving pacts,
aligned to the cadence of the cosmic drum,
whence negating the ego, since it reacts,
we see we’re not form but the life force itself,
recognised clearly as the light of our Self.
Both past and future depend on the now,
as dreamy thought constructs birthed in the mind,
so ceasing thinking, grace influx allow,
essence of presence with bliss beats aligned,
surfing the vast void, by God’s will defined.
Time being relative, does not exist,
save for souls nurturing a to-do list.
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