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As we embrace-hold-release
Rotating polarities with ease
Disappearing by vaporising
Again playfully materialising
By choiceless choice
Following our inner voice
Reflecting empathetic behaviour
Yet no crusader and nobody’s saviour
Living illusion as reality
Yet determining not any finality
There being no doer
Who may act as a chooser
Heightened ecstasy internal
Stillness in movement external
Our flowing renewal
Continual
Even as Divine does form magnetise
Each moment a delightful surprise
Being to become the very bliss rapture
Looking now at form as a caricature
And yet lest we forget
Such conclusions too are suspect
Any conclusion we make a limitation
Interrupting our flowing meditation
Our presence as the void in any field
As gentle power Love alone does wield
Is regeneration of The Love vibration
Outpouring impulsively without cessation
Felt within by us as the experiencer
Without blockage by any interpreter
No judger or seeker or doer
We are the immaculate viewer
Our innate divinity the awareness fulcrum
Witnessing movement of the maya pendulum
Such is the flow of dynamic stillness
Cognised & imbibed by each in aloneness
Who is the doer
Or non-doer
When a God alone is the mover
We are at best a cogniser
An experiencer
As layers of ego we uncover
If distilling attention be a doing
So then is quietude prioritising
Even the breath we are breathing
Also not quite a happening
For it too is varying
With our attention fluctuating ...
Surrender too requiring a surrenderer
Who within is the astonished wonderer
Upon the pathless path the wanderer ...
Where lies the fulcrum of the cogniser
What makes unique dreams of each dreamer
Why use discrimination manifesting a thinker
The truth discerned in contemplation
Is that moment to moment every resonation
Requires alignment with chosen vibration
Ah! Choosing requires a chooser
Thus resurfaces again the doer
Or is it non-doer?
17-August-2020
Brains in this group were graded according to a binary system.
1 winner 0 as in loser.
A hypnotic mantra often -
“Winner, loser, hopeless chooser.”
There were even signs such as a straight finger for 1 or orb like finger sign for loser.
One might wonder aloud if this clique with their uncanny gestures would fit in anywhere else except this setting of their choice.
Hazy plume, rainbow eucalyptus, sylvan zephyr, amber leaf cascade,
lambent shroud, halcyon xanadu, wonder world cocoon, among the zany names they had thought of.
The staff each had nicknames linked to the above enterprises.
The brainstorming sessions they had had no drama or plot could “match.”
“Often have the feeling we are pawns to our ideas.”
Amber leaf sighed.
Lambent :
“This place is “dead on” for the wrong reason.
Smart is always in season.”
Lambent nodding to his “imaginary” sidekick “Shadow”
that seemed glued to his desk.
After all, they were used to that sort of thing as innovative university students.
This unusual alliance though city based had links to different areas.
But nothing would daunt this oddball eccentric clique and their very imaginative and oft bizarre aims.
They were nothing if not colorful.
They had this impressive office garnished with wallpaper having pictures of their various businesses and the names associated with them.
This franchise had been in existence now for over 5 years.
It was coping to an extent but there was an underlying desire to go beyond that.
A glorified high tek office routine secretly horrified everyone.
Lambent shroud, ICloud expert in the group was perhaps the zaniest of them all.
He had a fetish about hazes and how the term could be used.
Haze was his buzzword and
of course his very own in the ether mate.
He had a virtual sidekick called “Shadow.”
They used to speak to each other in rhymes.
“Hi there, going nowhere shadow.
I’m really stuck. Yuck!”
This female three
Of Norse myth
Bring their chosen ones
To be with
The fallen ones
In the afterlife hall of the slain
Where in Valhalla
They will remain
These daughters of royalty
With their ravens so black
To be with their warriors
Who can't go back
These einherjar
Bravely, in battle died
Where they feast on the Saehrimnir
Viking pride
Herja, Svipul
Herfjotor, the three
Attested to
Norse Mythology
The chooser of the slain
These Valkyrie select
To live with the gods
Ultimate elect
As they enter the hall
Beside Odin and Thor
Baldr, Bragi
And Dellingr
Not to become gods
But in Norse afterlife
To die by the sword
In battle strife
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I heard the word "ok" in my spirit
I don't know if He meant it's okay to do what
I want to do
Or everything is okay
Who knows?
I just know that everything seems to be okay haha
I didn't have any major upheavals - just kidding
Everything seems smooth
Things that bother me before don't bother me now
Seems like there is a peace
I don't get worked up as I did before
I don't feel stressed
Such major change
I remember I was asking about something else
And that is when I heard it
I almost thought it was for that something else
But God it's good
And I appreciate You
You just know just what to do
And just what to say
Hooray God
You can say anything You like
Because everything You say is good
I am not choosing
Beggar can't be chooser lol
Love it Lord