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“There is per say, no original thought
That that is, is as resonation brought”
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There is this and there is that
Spiralling thoughts in time fall flat
Mind body an earth interface limited
Anchored therein; seems we are sedated
Each thought form manifest, behind this moment
A bubble to our consciousness correspondent
Drawn in as of our inherent orientation
Which on thinkin’ needs correction
Fragmented thought analytical
Dwells in shallow waters perceptional
Relying on experience and foggy memory
Far distanced from the vibrant throb of divinity
We recognise moments of heightened awareness
Be it hypnotic music or sunsets beauteous
A tumbler falls releasing joyous elation
Eternity flowing, our meditation
For those who choose to seek
Plunge into still waters that run deep
Merging by melting self into the joy current
In timeless time, assimilating magnetism permanent
Getting thus to thought rested flowing awareness
We are as we are, one with the that oneness
Feeling within rapture of bliss ignition
Cessation got us there by thinkin’
28-December-2020
like a chameleon changing colour
are our responses merely reflections
mirroring the others aura odour
save the monk, ever engaged in prayer
unstable are lesser souls attention
like a chameleon changing colour
our vibrant presence, in playful caper
negates narrow ego borne suggestion
mirroring the others aura odour
dead man walking through life in deep stupor
instinct driven, prone to vacillation
like a chameleon changing colour
desirous demeanour, fearful tenor
orientation of agitation
mirroring the others aura odour
oh hermit, make not our ascent steeper
cessation offering no reaction
like a chameleon changing colour
mirroring the others aura odour
16-April-2021
Beyond mere folklore
Scriptures and sermons
Magnetism that love inpours
Vibrant throb of blissful elation
As individuated God essence
Christ consciousness spark
Innate bubbling innocence
Ignites love in all hearts
Narrow mind bisects
Distorting Gods message
Divine aligned stance erect
No fears or desires to assuage
I Am that that is the causation
Of each flicker and tremor
Expansion by cessation
In breath of prayer
Love unconditional
Arms open in embrace
I Am proof of Gods miracle
Pure of heart see Me face to face
Open secret hidden in plain sight
I Am the thread binding duality
Known in compassion delight
Breath renewal in continuity
Aglow in the cave of heart
I Am the voice of conscience
Purring within as rapture starts
Gently imbibed by inner sentience
Message thus simple: love alone real
God within is closer than our skin
Feeling of completeness ideal
Form vivifying bliss ignition
23-April-2021
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Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Weary we are or at least that aspect of identity
Considering itself to be separate from source
Exhausted oscillating in the world of duality
Encased in feeble form, relying on use of force
All striving futile, elusive is joy in permanence
Finally, void of cessation, our last resource
In silence we cognise soft voice of conscience
Gentle love pulsations emanating from heart
We meld therein, reclaiming lost innocence
A mist envelopes us as bliss ignition does start
We are astonished to see ego urges vaporise
Darkness dispelled, upon adding love to cart
Ceasing to weigh and size, over time we realise
We are not mere mind-body but love and light
Viewing here soul ascent, in childlike surprise
Oh weary hermit, awaken now to spherical sight
Rapturous bliss delight, cascading day and night
23-November-2021
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we are here but wish to be elsewhere
not in space but in orientation
as presence self-aware
vibrant in the void of cessation
what we seek is in timeless time received
though intent takes time to crystallise
so with wayward ego aggrieved
we resist magnetism that seeks to rise
we wished to know the truth so were shown
eternal light beyond space and time
but one with oneness we are alone
whilst on earth we dance to bliss beat’s chime
the flavour of our muse we ourselves choose
but descent does involve separation
so oh hermit let love ooze
that each breath intake is a celebration
“Know all instruments of perception to be like ethereal space. Know all objects of perception to be like ethereal space. Know this pure One as neither bound nor free. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
To play a game, we frame some rules,
which repeated practice then schools
but in truth we are always free,
when we see bondage is for fools.
Our luminous Self is carefree,
yet dons form for a jamboree,
in the matrix of time and space,
as a leaf bound to the mind tree.
Our origin we may retrace,
in tranquil silence, by God’s grace,
to whose presence we are threaded,
known when we slow down our thoughts pace.
Oh hermit, where are we headed,
amidst demons who are dreaded,
as dream forms we have created,
to whom we seem to be wedded?
When we wake up, as is fated,
all darkness is decimated,
whence on reuniting with source,
our freedom is celebrated.
Ceasing striving, using no force,
we can choose to shift our life’s course,
by power of bilocation,
when ego cravings we divorce.
In rippleless meditation,
in the vast void of cessation,
animating our attention,
we entwine with God’s creation.
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How long is instantaneous,
How long is the blink of an eye,
How long is a split second when
Describing time taken to die?
Could that perception of time
Take on a whole new state
Could time and mortality
Combine and participate
To expand that brief instant
Into a scale eons long
Maybe of pain and suffering
Before life is finally gone?
The inevitable mystery before
The cessation of life
Maybe a pleasant calm or
One last storm of mental strife.
Answers a body can’t ever know
Until until they are finally gone
When so far as we know
It’s too late to pass them on.
How long is instantaneous
How long is the blink of an eye
How long is a split second
When describing time taken to die?
As the gatekeeper of both time and space,
surfing the bardo that lies in between
aether and form, wherefrom radiates grace,
existence reveals its throbbing bliss sheen.
Singular Self has an urge to create
a domain where ascent follows descent,
that by piercing the veil, soul shapes its fate,
requiring simply, to grant love consent.
This choiceless choice to ingrain deep learning,
that emerging from the cocoon of bliss,
soul may ascend by willingly burning,
it opts to plunge into a dark abyss.
The stage is set for the soul to forget,
that love may grow, placing on love a bet.
That love may grow, placing on love a bet,
appears on first glance, there’s nothing to do
but memory erased, caught in fear’s net,
the soul finds it difficult to break through.
Mistaken that it’s merely body-mind,
soul’s awareness becomes externalised
and bemused by illusions, it is blind
and thus truth of Self is not realised.
Having itself set life into motion,
joy of union, pangs of separation,
silence alone ends thought flow commotion,
invoking Spirit for bliss gyration.
In timeless time, the bliss energised form,
swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm.
Swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm,
earth life interface, the ego, recedes,
transmuted finally by this love storm,
whereupon it follows and bliss throb leads.
Cessation by kenosis is the way,
softening attention, with touch gentle,
ego cravings no longer holding sway,
that soul effusing love transcendental.
Love being the pure divine elixir,
all opposites dissolve within its womb,
causing nodes within feeble form to stir,
bringing to life thus, a bliss catacomb.
Ego takes a backseat, heart is upbeat,
light dawns when polarities meet and greet.
Light dawns when polarities meet and greet,
melding in the cauldron of agape love,
wherein heeding love’s pure endearing tweet,
head and heart conjoin, acting hand in glove.
On soul seeing that it is living light,
it begins to employ mind of the heart,
feeling bliss pulsations by day and night,
deeming all souls as one and none apart.
Separation ends when egoic will bends
and all beings on earth, with love entwine,
each soul as God’s essence, slowly ascends,
all gathering under the oneness sign.
Self knows that there are no puzzles to lace,
as the gatekeeper of both time and space.
Each realm we visit is a dream template,
wherein our essence is cloaked in a form,
that memory erased, we may tempt fate,
our lifeline at all times, touch of love warm.
Mistaken we’re only this body-mind,
even though we see it is doomed to die,
we spurn soft whispers of our conscience kind,
bemused by desires, reaching for the sky.
Drifting through life in this way sleep walking,
on reaching the point when we’re exhausted,
we recognise ego’s cravings mocking,
as the cause why our heart’s cold and frosted.
Looking all around at life in motion ~
We notice vast space, free from commotion
We notice vast space, free from commotion,
omnipresent yet without attribute,
a deep stillness worthy of devotion,
screen of consciousness nothing can pollute.
Nurturing all existence in its womb,
enigmatic silence all pervading,
evidently code of life does entomb,
concealing in its heart, light unfading.
Scriptures and sermons offer no solace,
offering us not the taste of what is,
so unless we behold God face to face,
we’ll be denied too throb of love’s bliss fizz.
Humbled by this line of contemplation,
silencing thought, we sense God’s vibration.
Silencing thought, we sense God’s vibration,
in as, as the life source, the cosmic gong,
outside space-time, the cause of creation,
hues of a rainbow, a nightingale’s song.
The one becomes two and the two, many,
wherein each entity is hypnotised,
breezing through life, path as may be any,
hoping truth of Self may be realised.
Simply shifting into thought cessation,
poised as tranquil awareness self-aware,
our orientation meditation,
doing nothing, with God’s heartbeat we pair.
Our quiescent heart stifles all debate;
each realm we visit is a dream template.
We do now see why our elders did sigh,
when called upon to share their inner light,
for unless feral cravings, we decry,
awakens not divine spherical sight.
There is no way to portray bliss tingle,
borne of silent, cascading bliss thunder,
or describe how bliss pheromones mingle,
as childlike presence looks on in wonder!
Perplexed are souls, when we request silence,
in as cessation of turbid thought flow;
far cry seems rekindling heart’s innocence,
since fleeting desires, unendingly grow.
In midst of hectic mind games violent,
no wonder Buddha chose to be silent.
21-March-2022