"Life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent of how I react to it." ~ Charles Swindoll
Earth is a template by God created,
wherein I am caught in crosswinds of fate,
praying to powers that be that I may remain elated,
even if soporific soothsayers sorrowfully state that is too late.
"Life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent of how I react to it",
is the telepathic wisdom that one morn did suddenly so dawn on me,
that living in the here and now, if but to God’s will I do submit,
my consciousness is magically untied from mind’s tree.
Likening earth life to be somewhat like a lucid dream,
wherein I am both the actor on stage and director backstage,
enacting my ordained role, I dance with joy atop love’s moonbeam,
to the jibes and taunts of myriad shape shifting forms taking no umbrage.
In silence I invoked bliss magnetism, which now in my heart strums.
I know I am not decaying organic body-mind, I am not this,
so with seeking ended, I am nonchalant to outcomes.
“Made in God’s image, I am love, light and bliss.”
Guardians of the Shrouded Palace pt1
Royal secrets loom throughout the palace when whispers echo the shadows of the past.
Where once illusions were constructed on the altar, veiled truth, their rituals and elegies in lament stain the Kapala (skull cup) and Kangling (thighbone trumpet).
Those who once invoked the silent deity summon the solar Goddess to return.
Demanding that supernatural entities serve as forbidden guardians.
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
When she entered a room
To visit with her folks
Rather than ask about well-being
Her immediate labor they invoked
He brought them a gift
One he had labored for so long
Rather than be grateful and amazed
They asked him to go mow the lawn
She acquired accommodation
Through a connection by chance
Rather than rejoicing for independence
They worked on without a second glance
He was awarded a professional prize
Requiring a community feast
Rather than attending with pride
They saw him as feeding the beast
This is the end of obscurity
Where identity has no respect or seat
We choose to know and love self
As we release all the dirt caked on our feet
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-29-2026
Sitting in silence, heart animated,
at peace in the void, ceasing to resist,
vibrance of innocence invoked a mist,
that no longer by fickle thoughts baited,
caused pristine presence to feel elated,
which feeling tranquil with no to-do list,
then found itself by Divine Mother kissed,
infusing bliss by God’s hand created.
Fullness in emptiness as the new norm,
each breath intake representing rebirth,
metamorphosing, becoming the flame,
with throb magnetic choosing to conform,
wandering earth our soul bubbles with mirth,
radiating light scriptures cannot name.
within us magnetism dwelling
gentleness that is compelling
kundalini pervading form
presence towards God propelling
carried by currents cool and warm
in childlike trust as we conform
bliss beats vibrate in every node
each cell the centre of love’s storm
strewn with rose petals is our road
we walk lightly, on heart no load
God’s blob of bliss on our head grows
joyous soul sings to Him an ode
pinch of bliss between our eyebrows
one with crown and spine humbly bows
thus in stillness bliss is invoked
radiant in the boat God rows
time flows on yet we remain yoked
in living light of heaven cloaked
we do not attain but become
fire eternal by God’s hand stoked
epiphanies dawned are welcome
commingling with the cosmic hum
transmutation in slow motion
as Divine Mother plays the drum
A REVIVAL OF INTEREST-:-
invoked
conflated
traditional
linguistic
vocabulary
in REDISCOVERED POETICS
exerted
fascinations
without
contemporary
custom
&BEAUTIFYING TALENTS
exerting
precious
proportionate
passionate
translations
SYMBOLIZED NAIVETY-:-
draped
shaped
individual
creative
amusements
of DADAISTICAL MEMOIRS
confused
bizarre
illustrative
dreamworlds
materialise
are SUDDENLY REVEALED
invoked
transient
notions
indissoluably
linked
To make a binomial theorem from cabbage,
a rabbit invoked Boole and then Babbage,
which worked out easily,
for all powers but three.
He then used a carrot to advantage.
It is our chin chakra’s resolve,
that our heart be poised in the void,
as a sublime, flicker-free flame,
that we may breath by breath evolve,
revealing soul’s light unalloyed,
becoming thus our claim to fame.
Bereft of fear and dark desire,
with attention internalised,
throb of bliss magnetism invoked,
caress of which we never tire,
truth of oneness is realised,
with our presence with God’s will yoked.
Easy is our ascent uphill,
since we have surrendered our will.
there being no other
I Am the power within
enabling all functions
of cognition and action
related to body-mind
I Am presence observes
ego as shadow of the Self
floundering in ignorance
and so compassion stirs
creating a magnetic pulse
divine magnetism is love
omnipresent and omnipotent
once invoked ego surrenders
all that that then remains
is light of Self in the heart
searching for the seeker who seeks
inquiry being, ‘who am I’
we meld with the eye of the eye
silence plugs all energy leaks
negating all that comes and goes
in stillness we watch how life flows
flush of bliss suffuses our cheeks
it’s divine magnetism of course
invoked without the use of force
we dip in love our eager beaks
bliss beat’s rise and our ego dies
each breath intake feels like sunrise
voice of God then through our heart speaks
He anoints us with living light
soul presence dances with delight
searching for the seeker who seeks
silence plugs all energy leaks
flush of bliss suffuses our cheeks
we dip in love our eager beaks
voice of God then through our heart speaks
Through waking, dreaming, deep sleep, death and swoon,
being wave forms on the ocean’s surface,
as is waxing and waning of the moon,
the substratum of existence is grace.
God’s grace is invoked when our mind is still,
purified heart free from fear and desire,
whence yoked with God’s will, voids within us fill,
ego consigned to the funeral fire.
Made in God’s image, we are living light,
one without a second, outside space-time,
recognised upon garnering clear sight,
when we’re lost in love betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
We are not the body, we are not this ~
We are existence, consciousness and bliss
In the twilight of life, the poet seeks refuge,
In the shadow of an ancient tree or by the shore of an endless sea,
He leans against a cloud that changes hue with each thought,
And in his silence, he finds himself in untraveled places, in unspoken dreams.
He is not bound by the paths of others, nor by their destinies,
His love, understanding, and joy are found in unseen places,
In unknown hearts, in unchanged smiles,
In distant horizons where his steps have never walked.
When the world demands that he conform, adapt,
When the stars are invoked to guide his fate,
He smiles and says he belongs to another universe,
To a sky just swallowed by his dreams.
The poet, with his soul full of passion, runs toward the end,
Toward that pivotal moment where words turn into magic.
And although the signs of time show on his face,
He remains that young dreamer, rushing reunions and eagerly awaiting the scent of fresh bread.
one with the vastness, conspiring with space
magnetised palms transmit radiant light
if the receptor chooses to embrace
healing mists infuse heightened bliss delight
that by God’s hands, wrongs suffered are made right
thus in monk mode, energies with love yoked
magic is conjured, divine grace invoked
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