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God alone is

God alone is the all there is
which means that we do not exist
in as a separate ego 
for our essence is a bliss mist 

ego is but an interface
a tool to navigate earth life
know we are not this body-mind
useless then is struggle and strife

how may we know this to be true
is the question true seekers ask
unless we see God in plain sight
we cannot shed off ego’s mask

fair enough, so let us begin
melding fickle mind with the heart
befriending thought rested silence
being the way God-search we start

unfed by thought ego recedes
heart’s intent invokes magnetism
as polarities meet and greet
bliss cascades in mind-body prism

bliss in permanence the new norm
with eye mindful and touch gentle
our consciousness becomes vast space
where cave of heart is God’s temple

to see God, first ego must die 
in timeless time we see His face
we are as is He, living light
His love holds us in close embrace

Tat Tvam Asi - That thou art

Silence layers silence, we enter deep trance
As awareness self-aware, heart invokes grace
Our formless consciousness joins the cosmic dance
Our presence expands engulfing all of space
As breath of God, in all living forms we prance
The entire universe in us we encase
This epiphany signals we are the all
Wake up hermit, truth of our true Self recall

Cessation

ceasing striving
slowing down mind
shifting to heart
poised in stillness 
we animate silence 
as humming intent
before its release 
as burning yearning
to merge with God
Who is all love

this breathless invocation
renewed in the timeless now
invokes bliss magnetism 
as the effervescence of God
enlivening our toroidal heart

So spake simple Simon

Shaped from earth’s crust, we are but dust,
yet our pulse mirrors God’s heartbeat,
enlivened by magnetic heat,
borne by His breath, loving and just.
Why then succumb to thrust of lust,
fleeting cravings doomed to deplete,
leaving us feeling incomplete,
love of God unable to trust?

Know that we are spirit not form.
Thoughts orbit cravings of ego,
which ebbs off when desires recede.
Staid silence invokes a bliss storm,
when who we are we get to know.
The path is simple: reduce speed.

Barbied Wire

Barbed wire, it sure ain’t pink
Poor Barbie, she can’t think;
she’s a smart, sharp dresser
wire’s a sharp oppressor.
She stares with steely gaze;
wire’s steel, invokes delays.
Barbie is a girlfriend, true;
wire’s no friend of me or you.
The whole world is Barbie’s kin
barbed is there to fence us in.

Invoking grace

Every form has a name but God has no form,
therefore for our earnest God search quest to start,
softening attention we choose to conform
with love and light deeming no soul stands apart,
a way of being that invokes a bliss storm,
that our formless presence shifts from head to heart.
When our wanderings are done, we return home,
discovering in heart, name of God as Om.

Befriending silence

To attain quietude,
first things first, thoughts must cease,
that thus, free from desire,
wayward ego’s consigned
to the funeral fire.

To attain quietude,
nonchalant to outcomes,
present in the moment,
staid stillness invokes grace;
bliss magnetism potent.

To attain quietude,
round the clock, all the time,
our choice of cessation,
epitomises our
soul’s orientation.

To attain quietude, 
shifting from head to heart,
truth search prioritised,
be assured oh hermit,
God will be realised.

breaking free

habit routines to which we’re bound
shape the emotes by mind expressed
as we tip toe on holy ground
our uniqueness therein impressed

breath by breath, all moments entwined
life is but music we’ve composed
cry to God that truth be divined
heartbeats against love juxtaposed

in the gap between two thought trains
void of emptiness energised
there being no ego that feigns
truth of our Self is realised

silence invokes bliss magnetism ~
illumining mind-body prism

Purple Dreams In Other Realms

Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see 
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, ~Mystic Rose Rose   
 
she shone like the midnight sun; 
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical  
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore ! ~Mystic Rose Rose 
 
Opalescent primroses wrap around the transcendental portal.  
Shimmering dragonflies swoop by,  
Inviting you to explore.  
Like glitter, endless stars adorn the sky.  

Magic reverberates off a lustrous golden handle,  
Turning it ever so slightly.  
A blinding white light shines through;  
Childish laughter fills the atmosphere.  

A rush of scintillating tiny fae buzzes by,  
Releasing a trail of silvery diamond dust behind.  
The scent of fresh summer nights invokes nirvana  
In this mystical wonderland,  
Nestled neatly in trunks of hawthorn trees.

The Dancing Feet

She dances to the rhythmic drumbeats,  
She dances despite her aching feet.  
She bears the torture;  
If only.it would turn to joy.  

She watches the priest as he calls upon the benevolent spirits,  
As he invokes the Divine.  
Will he be able to realign the pieces that would guide her away from the gloomy shoreline?  
Will he be able to summon back the soul of the departing?  

She dances to the drumbeats with a sorrowful heart.  
Will she face bereavement again?  
This time, nothing will wash away the stain—  
Not the purest water or the brightest sunshine.  

Her son lies lifeless on the bed;  
It’s past twilight,  
Just a few hours until midnight.  
There must be a summoning before the departed crosses the threshold to the beyond.  

The drumbeats take on a different cadence,  
The priest turns to her with a smile.  
They have achieved a significant milestone,  
Tears stream down her face.


April 15, 2025.

concealing and revealing

enjoying unbound freedom, innate to Self
presence invokes the power of pure intent
whence the one becomes two and then one again
in a playful game of descent and ascent
that God’s love and light breath by breath we ingrain

Oscillation

Luscious ripple
Lips invokes the heart
Is it magic or life?

©03/02/25_Chattogram

So spake simple Simon

Between action and inaction,
lies the optimal middle way,
of soul’s vibrance gaining traction,
invoking in time, divine grace.

With silence as our default mode,
feeling how polarities merge,
ineffable bliss fills our form
and as we sing to God an ode,
bliss magnetism begins to surge,
sweeping us away in love’s storm.

The simple shift from head to heart
and thereafter melding with space,
in time stretched stillness, a learnt art,
is how our soul invokes God’s grace.

before God

I Rolled over Upon Clover 
Like the Softness of Dreams

And Lo did They Become.

One eye awe the other inspired 
To Meet Beneath 
The Streetlamp of the Sun.

There you grew Amidst 
A Field of flowering Love

Stand revealed; No word concealed,
Within this Perfect Moment ever Sealed.

I can feel your breathing in my heartbeat, 
In between the beats, You are inhaled;

The Beating and the Beat become the same.
Our Rolling Dream, Life's Thundered Skies 
To Tame.

And you Appear.
An apparition felt without intent,
Heaven sent. 

To Be before.

Passing only through the Senses
God Himself, has Wore.

You are the Memory God Invokes
When Beauty Be His Way,

And I am Blessed to Share with You
The Joy of Each New Day.

duality delights

head and heart in balance
poised at the stillness centre
pure intent invokes grace
whence bliss begins to canter

no doubt heart is delighted
but though bliss enlivens form
recognising we’re not body-mind
we need to transcend this storm

as vibrant formless awareness
experiencing magnetism in body urn
gratefully accepting boons of grace
we surrender to love’s benign bliss burn

the Self in singularity has no attribute
this we know having been and seen
but be this as it may, in singularity 
there is no wisdom our being can glean

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