Along the spine, thirty three rings of light,
hold erect energies in feeble form,
wherein presence suffused with bliss delight,
invokes by pure intent, love’s benign storm,
pulsation sublime, to which we conform.
The grid is now a seamless band of steel,
whose each nuance, breath by breath we so feel.
Everything I do seems to find a way to mock me.
A jeering derision to the paradox of my delicacy.
Each impulsive haste of emotion knocks on the wood of my wretch.
A doleful stimulation to invigorate the louse of my lassitude.
The inertia of my cunning shrewd howls against the odium of my filth.
Against the odium of my haste.
The odium of my humility.
And the odium of my unadulterated abhorrence.
I find myself comparing the speckled illustrations of my masked exploitation.
One of a noble morality.
One of a sinful salvation.
And one of the reprehensible dignity I carry within the reality of my reviled anatomy.
The reality of my depiction.
The reality of my void.
Every word of degradation invokes the ice of my celestial petition.
A celestial plead for an implosion so grave; it dares to uphold a cathedral of my indented dejection.
My fortitude of a sunken dejection.
My poverty of an exiled dejection.
My deception of a gouged dejection.
I am nothing but the prolonged corpus of my own vile vulgarity;
I am nothing but the corrupted potency of my own induced pallet;
I am nothing but the misdemeanour of my own cholerised pertinence.
I call myself a word girl, because words touch me
in many different ways, but memories is the biggest one
It is very interesting the tidbits of information
that your mind will hold from yesterday
Songs, poems, quotes, commercials, and catch phrases
can all take you back in time at a moment's notice
I like to listen to the classic rock station in
my car for just that reason, an old favorite
will put a smile on my face, not just for the
familiar lyrics, but for the memories it invokes
I often respond to my cat's pleas for more food
with the Meow mix commerical's theme song,
and he looks at me like I've lost my mind
My nephew also thought I was odd when I started
singing "Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is"
after a family member handed me some alka seltzer
for an upset stomach
So, I think I will "ride like the wind" and do my errands
for the day because "Life is a journey, not a destination"
Some might say,
Evidence was first found,
Outside during the day,
As shadows moved round.
Others could contend,
That it started as a force.
Coreward extend,
Causes spinning on course.
People with crops,
Would look to the sky,
Pull out all the stops,
To harvest a ready supply.
Crew on ships,
Gazed up at night,
Saw way Ursa Major dips,
To find the guiding star's light.
The North Star becomes the center,
Half math game overhead,
Orient the circle,
And answer be read.
Looks of a celestial body,
Can be observed,
Unless the weather is shoddy,
And sky libations will be served.
A container is used,
With something inside,
Keeping players amused,
And rules abide.
Sometimes our perception,
Is altered by the scene,
Invokes more reflection,
Or feels like a dream.
Sometimes it goes fast,
Sometimes it feels like forever,
Having a blast,
Or an arduous endeavor.
Many words to measure,
Other languages and ways to represent,
Covet it like a treasure,
So you will not later repent.
silence invokes grace, in our heart home grown
path of light, bliss magnetism is mapping
which having imbibed we have clearly known
ethereal sound of one hand clapping
we live within boundaries of our skin
even though mind cognises and heart feels
so with each life breath we anew begin
search for the source of bliss whose caress heals
mind has served its purpose and must now rest
that our heart radiating love and light
no longer by ego cravings impressed
invokes God’s grace ushering bliss delight
bliss thus enabled but wisdom denied
we wander with wonder looking at stars
for though divine light within has been spied
both free and yet bound we carry life’s scars
bliss energised silence ushers deep peace ~
doing nothing we await our release
heart’s creative urge
spurred by a bliss surge
invokes divine grace
as shimmering space
we feel each bliss spasm
bridging the void’s chasm
and we’re everywhere
awake and aware
the jugular notch
today is on watch
whilst blissful forehead
is to our soul wed
grace a disc of light
is God’s embrace tight
bliss beyond measure
rapture we treasure
the snake spreads its hood
truth is understood
He dances above
saying all is love
as silence deepens and ego dissolves
innocence invokes fragrance of our soul
we are still yet the world around revolves
wisps of smoke, each module playing its role
whilst at the stillness fulcrum we feel whole
in the vibrant void we keep on flowing
ushering in our heart a deep knowing
Consider three types of liberation
The first being whilst ensouling a form
Wherein entwined with entire creation
The hermit invokes within a bliss storm
The second option occurs when we die
For souls who’ve transcended fear and desire
Free from earth bound fetters they wingless fly
Ego consigned to the funeral pyre
The last option speaks of bilocation
Dweller of form and also of the void
Beyond the concept of liberation
Aura pristine white, pure and unalloyed
Such are the versions, of which sages speak
What counts is we know we are who we seek
spirit eternal, caged in feeble form
remains shrouded under a thought form cloud
silence and stillness invokes a bliss storm
exhuming false ego that once stood proud
its admittance thereafter disallowed
that thus as pure awareness self-aware
with the heart of God we seamlessly pair
Sweet nectarine
Intoxicatingly serene
Vibrancy procured
Greed un-endured
A canine embrace
Jaw locked in place
Hallucinating desire
Simply invokes ire
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
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
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
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.
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