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“The enlightened one is a yogi devoid of yoga and absence of yoga. He is an enjoyer, devoid of enjoyment and absence of enjoyment. Thus he wanders leisurely, filled with the spontaneous joy of his own mind.”
We, as flame of God, are one with the whole
and the ‘we’ we speak of does not exist,
in as an ego performing a role,
which when it dies, on ceasing to resist,
finds out its living light and a bliss mist.
Given these facts, what is there left to do,
save in wonder watching bliss beats renew,
wherein presence in but not of the world,
dwelling in peace, no puzzles left to sew,
delights beholding flag of love unfurled.
If, in my fate, it has already been written
That I shall be an enjoyer of my fifties
Pray,
I hope then
To have, at that time
A healthy state,
Both mentally and physically
Why
By then, it would matter not
If I am not as slim as I was when I was eighteen
It would matter not
If my hair looks not so brushed up or even so black
It would matter not
If quite a few wrinkles have made themselves seen
What would matter
Is whether I have grown in wisdom
Yes, whether I have attained the right maturity
As to forgive all those who hated me
As to give love to those who need it from me
As to share with the rest of the world, my own experience
So that the younger ones may feel inspired
And of course,
Whether I have worked hard and struggled
Towards the making of my dreams
Yes,
Right now, eyes closed,
A snug smile on my face
I see, in my mind, myself at fifty
And I see, a content lady
One most probably still single
For of the falsity of love, I have written enough about
I see, a lady, most probably childless
For in leaving in this world,
A remnant of myself
I had never had the slightest interest
I see a lady, though, who makes it her duty
To give to the world
Every precious gem that she treasures in her
So that each and every child may
Forget, at least, not even wonder about the complexity
And the meaninglessness of life
And do take the time to enjoy their being here!
Why,
At fifty
I shall most probably lose my beauty
My sex appeal
My body's elasticity
But then, I shall care not for these
For I shall be closer and closer still
To see for myself
Truth,
As I have versed so much about while still in my thirties!
In the tawny twilight hours at the edge of the void life,
perched on the sea shore of foaming contention,
with the coffee cup full of fulfillment in hand I see
the dusky desires reach the drowning horizon in fraction.
The aromatic spectrum of the sunburst ecstasy brewed,
surges from the swirl of aquatic gold in satiation breeze.
In my enraptured perception it turns into elixir,
fill my craving cup and I drink delighted to the lees.
In my voyage in the shore of the fathomless faith,
the fragrance of my soulful satisfaction I offer Him.
The surrendered essence yearns to devoutly discern
His euphoric perception, configured as bliss supreme.
In the precincts of divinity I stand resolutely relinquished,
surrender to Him my possession of enchantment I prize,
offering Him my happiness to my heart’s content,
I feel the joy of the absolute sparkle in my eyes.
My submission kindles the candle of God’s benevolence,
in its halo I perceive His power and presence spread,
repulsing from my revived life the miasma of misery,
and I discover the new me finding the holy path ahead.
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
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Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
I wrestle symbolically every day,
While whisking my whimsical mind
For palatable aroma of java-laced cream
Each tantalizing sip satiates soul scarcity,
I taste dopamine-inducing elixir
Idly percolating aromas amplify, blissfully
My psyche turns olfactory with each breath
Savoring pureness of quench coffee
True coffee lovers' sacred rite
Bred from mountain slope flora
Large, roasted grains
Combined with chives
Espresso of our selection
Invigorating the poetic muse.
A cloying symphony lingers
Caramel, chocolate, hints
Roasted beans croon a melody
Susurrous sumptuous surreptitious
startling soul's sempiternal shields
Java ushered to an ambrosian niche
Where time halts and fears sway
All worries dissolve
Java-infused serenade heals this soul.
Weary-treating opulent, black potion
Comforting and cheering
Sips reveal life's essence
A hint of sonata transcends clash
Every sip is a sensory delight
A fabulous favor, a flavor flipping
Utopian bitterness-sweetness mix
An inexhaustible smorgasbord style.
Aphonic aqua vitae aurifies my soul
Seeking solace in stories of slight delights
In this brew, I uncover truth
A breath of blissfulness brings youth
Let aroma spread as I sip and relish
Nurturing and boldening my soul
I am enamored with Java core virtues
An idyllic instant resolves everything
Breath to breathe, I'll purify my soul
Savor and sustain every drop
During my coffee ritual
Feel a link to a bit victual.
"God is my strength and my shield; He is my soul and
my heart; he is my breath, my song, and my reason."
Quote by _Constance
Sipping coffee- I contemplate my faith,
and an ornate church of flickering light;
even as a child I heard what God saith,
with essence drifting prayers I recite.
The small child, who was me, opens the doors,
my shoes clicking upon the marble floor;
beauty of my faith through the years endures,
the huge stained glass windows I still adore.
Like my coffee- there is an aroma,
a sweet, calm scent difficult to describe;
a smell that could wake me from a coma,
the church quiet, I think the statues sighed.
Dopamine swirls to create emotion;
Oh, faith in God is my life's foundation.
Oh, faith in God is my life's foundation,
and I surrender my heart to his word;
to fly a bird- float on a vast ocean,
God picks up the pieces of my soul stirred.
God is in every tree and bird that sings,
and Jesus is but a whisper away;
my faith exists in all beautiful things,
in each new sunset and sunrise each day.
My faith is within every sweet vista,
from mountain tops to a green swath of weeds;
the loud chorus of birds in rain misty,
butter's fluttering and on nectar feeds.
I hear him in the sound of snow falling;
my God and Jesus in my heart dwelling.
My God and Jesus in my heart dwelling,
this gift of writing was given to me;
sending it on the wings of birds flying,
they glide over the valleys and the sea.
I realize my coffee has gone cold,
new cup brewed- Oh, what a delicious smell;
I gather up all my memories old,
kissing each one I bid them all farewell.
I place them in God's strong arms to carry,
and he will let me rest in his white wings;
Oh, here is my angel cat called Glory,
come to give me her kisses and playthings.
God and Jesus help me in times of wraith;
Sipping coffee- I contemplate my faith.
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
Whether it's perked or left to drip
I drink coffee after I quip,
"Cool enough not to burn my lip."
Ahh... that first sip Ahh... that first sip
A spoon of sugar, splash of cream
Aroma woke me from a dream
From the cup rises vapor steam
In sunlight's gleam In sunlight's gleam
My eyes savor the morning scene
More than the flavor of caffein
I hear songbirds as they convene
Their songs serene Their songs serene
I'm content after yawns and sighs
Enjoying a cup at sunrise
As dawn chooses to colorize
Aurora skies Aurora skies
I recognize God's hand in this
Reminding me not to dismiss
These moments as if nature's kiss
A time of bliss A time of bliss
My cup and sunlight keep me warm
Daybreak serves as a tranquil balm
Reading scripture nurtures my calm
A hallowed psalm A hallowed psalm
Life started in darkness,
in earlier attempts of creation,
with the purpose to consume
and be.
Smell was the seeking sense,
the only one. other senses came
later. This primitive sense is at the core
of existence.
Aroma of fresh coffee is one trigger,
that sparks that primeval instinct,
born millions of years ago,
to light up.
Eyes brighten and the tongue twitches,
the stomach rumbles a consent,
as the divine soul seeks the potion,
for inner bliss.
no vision is needed, hearing muffled,
the longing of the taste buds,
is the deep desire of the soul,
for product of the beans.
known to us humans only during
the last two centuries of our lives,
coffee is a brew that drives the spirit,
to higher levels of consciousness.
Day starts with the morning steaming cup,
negotiations, love, arbitrations are done,
under its esteemed presence.
It is God’s drink.
You may choose to meditate crosslegged,
or do penance on one leg on Everest,
but for real spiritual enlightenment,
just try coffee!
Line of inquiry:
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
“I am not the doer or enjoyer. Work have I none, now or formerly. I have no body, nor am I bodiless. How can I have or not have a sense of "my-ness"?”
From the stillness fulcrum wherefrom forms emerge
As the motionless potent hum before we exhale
Spontaneous intent causes a bliss surge
In the void of no-thingness we set sail
Resplendent as eternal Self aglow in our light
Dew drops of love and light illumines our life’s trail
We are the source of bliss pulsations that delight
Transcendent and immanent flicker-free flame
Heart unblemished pristine and snow white
Both highs and lows for us are the same
We breeze through life which is but a game
.
The Four Obstacles
.
The first obstacle is Sleep
Or the lack of control over it
To be overcome by discipline
The Body Mind neither deprived - nor overindulgent
.
The second obstacle is distraction
of senses towards exterior objects
The world as experienced by senses- is an obstacle
.
The third obstacle is Memory of past- experiences
.
The fourth obstacle is Bliss Ananda as it- separates
The feeling ‘I am enjoying’ is a separation
.
The resolution is Samadhana or Samadhi
One becomes ONE with Ananda no separa- tion(s)
No enjoyer enjoyment separation all merge
All ceases into the ocean of SatChitAnanda
There are no Duality. This is SatChitAnanda
.
This is the doctrine of Non Duality: Not Two - but ONE
The argument goes -
If God created the world; the God and World - are two
.
If God IS the creation then there is no duality
.
Advaita says that world(ly) is a manifestation
There is only ONE that is perceived as many
There is ONE that manifests itself variously
There is ONE- IT dwells in each and every
The ONE is projected on myriad screens
.
Who believes it? Not even Vivekananda
When master explained to young Naren
He responded - Are you telling me this kettle is God ??
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma,
like this dopamine boosting flavor I taste.
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart,
breath by breath so that my soul may be chaste”
He is the one that loves me and watches me night and day
as I sip my coffee I ponder on my future and His way
How can I yield to Him when my hopes are on the fringe ?
A caffeinated woman highly stimulated by life, unhinged
like the fences of my childhood past, ...
He is the scent that clings to my bones at my most secret hour
the shadow that never leaves me, my Babel Tower
How can I be obedient until death when life continues to shower?
Juiced up to the max by life's contours I tend to cower
like the deer in the forest I shrink away fast, ...
He is the light at the end of a long and darkly tunnel
a few prayers on the lips and I am able to leave this jungle
How can I serve Him best, when all I do is stumble
revved up like a strong cup of espresso I can only guzzle
like a thirsty beggar, without a solid repast.