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Encased within form
Yet not restrained
In the continuum graced
To so expand consciousness
Or let us say, awareness
Enveloping all that is manifest
As also the unmanifest
We alone are
There being no ‘other’
As God essence
Which is all there is
We, as spirit Absolute
Feel all entities ensouled
Empowered
Breathed
Energised
Vitalised
By God Himself
With our true essence
As He
Indivisible, inseparable
From God
Thus, God alone is
We alone are
As He
However
By our own hand
As of choiceless choice
To feel limitation
Contrast of duality
We are here
To so experience
This reflected reality
When the entity disappears
When identity is vaporised
This truth is known
Clearly
Without mirrors
07-December-2021
I chance upon her
in the far reaches of the backyard,
a place I never go. There she trembles.
A tiny tiger, whose newborn eyes blur the world,
secreted in mother-scented-shadows
below blackthorn shrubs.
Faint mews draw me closer.
The power of her vulnerability
fills my veins with a ripple rising,
brimming me with a nectar needed,
like a dry stream bed restored by remedy rains.
How helpless she is with new eyes open.
Her eyes like skylights — clear
and filled with new-wild-blue innocence.
Neglected yet beautiful, I sense in her
the familiar phenomenon of the impulse to pulse.
Her outsized feistiness belying
such a petite package of plea and need
with teeny needle claws and barely a wisp of a hiss
...and I recall when I felt the fear
of being small and voiceless in a choiceless world.
Born a feral kitten, her mother likely lost
to speed-wheels of a car or snap-jaws of coyotes,
whose throats float steaming howls above black
saw-toothed pines to haunt the long night moon
...and I wonder, if she wonders,
if the sweet-milk-purrs with soft belly fur
will ever return to snuggle her.
She’s been cold and alone for far too long.
So I gather her in the hug of my hands
warming her as I draw her in and curl
my chest around her littleness.
A shield formed against her lone-ness.
...and I, a long-ago-child abandoned,
a child whose silent cries heard only by stoic walls,
reclaims a voice that helps me make a choice
not to let Nature decide how birth and fate collide.
So I sit with her, swaddle her, love her.
Nourish her with eye-dropper milk where
hearth embers still glow after the fire,
to heal the orphan and raise the phoenix within.
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.
Some get over a bad childhood,
they rise to the top of a hill
to set fire to the bloody rags of a choiceless youth.
The beacon flares, below a forest
of wide-eyed animals
watch as the sacrifice, now a smoldering fawn,
blunders among them, its throat cut and bleeding.
Others drag around a blind doll,
day by day the macabre manikin grows larger,
its face a picture of apathy,
for apathy is the ghostly dress of
all long dead ballerinas.
That hand-stitched doll
gets too heavy to bear, and so daily,
they must give it away to beggars and saints,
The doll is insane, its pain is a robber's key
that returns to unlock any cardboard castle,
or iron fortress.
When the wild dogs come
to scavenge among the bones of a childhood,
throw them something raw and still wriggling,
let them slaver and chew it over,
until they sicken,
then chop off their gray heads,
one by one.
Singular self-existent light
Of choiceless choice made day and night
Manifesting bubbles in space
Love’s essence making dark spots bright
Cut to chase, no puzzles to lace
All that is, is but divine grace
By polarity inversion
We find ourselves trapped in this place
Earth sojourn, our soul's excursion
To feel desire and aversion
We exit the way we came in
By repeated bliss immersion
We have a choice of love or sin
Negating cravings, we begin
Ceasing needless struggle and strife
Choosing light, to ego's chagrin
Soul's ascent, here now in this life
Requires us to become bliss rife
Ego dies, we become twice born
Smooth’s rebirth, for love's the mid-wife
We are between opposites torn
But that changes when ego's shorn
We see then by spherical sight
Body's a vessel we adorn
01-November-2022
The sun had been courteously shining,
But disappeared progressively.
The clouds became dark and rushing;
I heard several thunderous thunders.
Small and scattered drops of rain started falling.
Then, it started raining and pouring;
With no umbrella, I compacted my paces.
I was critically soaked but paddled forward.
I became like a homeless dog in a desert,
Roaming around with no company;
I was devastated, completely desperate
On a foreign land, like in a mangrove.
No one to talk to, except my inner person
That called for death, but it never came.
I cried, I moaned and sniffled over and over.
My small heart was quickly pumping.
All my tears were wiped by the rain.
Choiceless, I seemed to like that shower,
Though it disturbed my journey.
In loneliness, my legs were wobbling.
I sat on a wanderer’s huge stone,
Bent my head on both my knees.
I recalled the days of good weather,
But I was optimistic to get dry someday.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile.
The sea of boundless Oneness
Cognised by ascending consciousness
Transitioning to pure awareness
We are as such in stark aloneness
Within deep meditational stillness
Our form blending with our formlessness
The beginning is non thought presence
In humble innocence
With no memory linked remembrance
Our innate magnetisation
Divine harmonious vibration
Is our intuitive orientation
The third eye active
Funnels energy to the crown receptive
Dispersing the flow into space enigmatic
Our consciousness pauses momentarily
Has to choicelessly choose here voluntarily
To dissolve in the stream unhesitatingly
A soft pinkish white light does shine
From a multi-petaled lotus divine
Partly shielded by violet clouds as a sign
We are then in the sea of formless oneness
Vibrant, aglow, complete be-ness
Consciousness is now pure indivisible awareness
We are absolute awareness all encompassing
Within & without form, linear time vanishing
Separateness dissolved, singularity resonating
We are here in the ocean of bliss
Where nothing is amiss
We know that WE ARE IT & IT IS THIS
By choiceless choice we descend into matter gross
All nodes, chakras within in a dance synchronous
With pure awareness replacing delusion anomalous
05-November-2020
Flashback to 17-December-2018
Since gales do by Nature’s arm blow
In dizzying storms far from the shore,
So even choiceless boats must move,
As unyielding gusts so restless prove.
Not every motioning vessel afloat
High waters as ship or small boat
Chose to tease furious ocean tide,
Or test mild sharks' waspish pride.
Some swift sea-faring boats would
Anon stop if winds in unison stood,
And relish a sober long-wanted rest
From hard sails by another pressed.
The wavy sail isn’t necessarily sweet
Just because that fast-voyaging fleet
Seems to glide over bubbly bounds
In unwillingly smooth gleeful rounds.
Remember gusts by Nature’s arm roll;
And mortals' temporal boats must fall,
Or rise along sternly unyielding trails
Left by glum oceans' unresting gales.
Spiritual light of the Source
Piercing through casings of form coarse
Shines forth!
The pillar of living white light
Energising energy zones scintillating bright
Requiring no path, self existent, enables highest sight!
There are as many doors
As there are pores
Each lifetron within dancing in ecstasy galore!
As one with Oneness Absolute in co-creation
Of choiceless choice Divine Love our transmission
Limitless, boundless & pathless healing vibration!
Knowing by so becoming Divine Love energy Itself
Knowing that any lesser vibration is lessening ourself
We are as we are outpouring The elixirous effervescence!
05-November-2020
Flashback to 29–May-2019
As deepening silence and stillness become our fulcrum
We cognise an energy grid dividing form vertically
We flow with awareness at the pivot of the pendulum
Whilst witnessing the meridian coming to life magically!
Our attention now internalised unendingly meditating
We feel all chakras resonating with the life force
Frequency of each node varying and yet blending
With the reverberation Ohm emanating from the source
Slowly becoming empty within with the pulse of love we align
Boundaries between form and formlessness begin to blend
Our emptiness rich in fullness of elixirous magnetism divine
The residual ego we have now pliable begins to bend
The soma nectar flow increases in potency as of our worship
It is irrelevant to speculate or debate as to its origin
The upper ovoid of Ajna-Sahasrara-Bindu combine in partnership
To enrich our being with vitality and tranquility sanguine
In timeless time the Universe opts to reactivate & renew
The fused unity of kundalini seated at the crown humming
Thus Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg splits into two
Shiva & Shakti descend into their abode in heart entwining
Following the union there is then an explosion in slow motion
Teleporting us into climaxical ecstasy & rapture ineffable
The omnipotent burst of power manifesting as bliss celebration
Root to crown ignited & alive as the rod of initiation! A miracle!
The blissful energy benign and yet roaring with full power
It seems that fragile form cannot contain the energy
Yet the gentle curve of unfolding the divine grace shower
Aligns all lifetrons within in beauteous synergy
Energy heightened at chakra zones and alive throughout the grid
Unknown centres and nadis open up as we look on in wonder
In acceptant doerless childlike simplicity we just do as we are bid
Being to become one with bliss in permanence; the soundless thunder!
This phase of consolidation becomes an embodiment of our being
Bliss within always ceaselessly purring
From time to time as of choiceless choice it begins roaring
Be it day or night, such is is-ness of blossoming
Thus we see that at the heart we began
With a simple burning yearning
Give kundalini any name, it’s power Brahman spans
Finally within the cave of heart humming
02-August-2020