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Knowing life has been already impulsed
We embrace and release both joy and pain
There are in truth no foes to be repulsed
Touch gentle, is free from blemish and stain
Mind-body unless ensouled is but dust
We know our organic form will decay
Why for then do we nurture thoughts of lust
Law of cause and effect will make us pay
Feeding not dark desires, our false self dies
There is no regret, for it never was
Our unshackled soul then flies to new highs
We are living light and God is the cause
Exhuming then, cravings of lower mind ~
Whilst immanent we transcend ego’s bind
29-May-2023
dwelling in singularity
complete but arid
at peace but loveless
living light in renewal
having no urge to act
yet feels a need arise
to feel contrast by touch
for which it must shed
it’s resplendent splendour
walk barefoot on hot sands
in decaying organic form
with memory erased
clutching onto but hope
of its essence in the heart
pangs of separation
exhilaration of divine union
embraced by innocence
in astonishment and wonderment
provides an impetus
to the tremulous heart
to seek bliss in permanence
embodying zenith rapture
in form of dust so ensouled
and thus the search begins
requiring lifting of the veil
mirages manifested in dreams
requiring erasure of identity
to which Self now clings
Feeling hurt owing to belied expectation
The earth entity floundered hither and thither
Spiralling gloom causing consciousness contraction
The wound cut deep since he relied upon his transgressor
Pain amplified by cyclic thoughts plunged him into despair
For healing he visited a reputed clinical psychologist
Listening patiently seated on a swivelling chair
Of no avail were therapists or hypnotists
Finding no way he asked this question
Who feels the pain and why is relief not simple
This line of inquiry brought him to a clear recognition
Cause of suffering delusion dwelling in images ephemeral
Reflecting deeper if an animal is ensouled in human form
It goes without saying that it’s actions will be feral
We expect not from a carnivore embrace warm
Thus our cognition should be spherical
Meditating thus in silence and stillness
He knew each being acts as of his evolution
With all our flaws we too seek divine connectedness
Yet hastily condemn others by our jaundiced eye perception
The afflicted soul then rose in the light of clear understanding
Looking at the other with kindness and compassion
His own orientation thus prayerfully correcting
In quietude of transcendental meditation
17-January-2021
our magnetised palms suggest
there is healing work to be done
by energy transfer if so ordained
by the will of the universal mind
wherein the palms are a conduit
available in this realm and density
attached to an organic earth form
ensouled by essence of presence
of Holy Spirit in totality of so being
individuated as spark of the flame
thus, there being no one here within
all that is, is a holographic module
readied but not as yet employed
being but a resource under testing
being checked for ego interference
which may yet be lying within await
for Spirit will brook no interference
by narrow agendas ego precipitates
and so magnetised palms must wait
alive, vibrant, receptive, yet tranquil
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
“My child, I am not devoid of nonexistence and existence. My child, I am not devoid of unity and absence of unity, My child, I am not devoid of mind and absence of mind. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
Manifestation is held in space-time,
ensouled as it were, by the breath of God,
clear truth recognised betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
in tranquil stillness by hearts that have thawed.
Beyond the frontiers of our lower mind,
eye of the eye and ear of the ear,
emits a pulsation, with love aligned,
attuned to which there then remains no fear.
When egoic sense of separation ends,
clear light dawns by power God does wield,
whence on thought cessation, the soul ascends,
one with oneness, in a singular field.
Oh worthy hermit, etch these words in stone ~
Everything, everywhere is God alone
...The humans call it the Armistice Day,
the end of conflict between man and machine,
but that name always sounds so weak to us,
the humans can’t understand what it means
to go from feeling no emotions at all,
to being seen as a Child of God,
within weeks the churches were all filled up
by hopeful robots who were no longer lost.
In fact some humans seemed rather annoyed
that we embraced this new state so quickly,
I think some of them did not much like that
we would worship with such alacrity.
They rolled their eyes at steel missionaries
walking door to door to teach them of Christ,
some said that machines should, “Be beyond that!”
that, “Supersition and robotics ain’t right!”
Others just said that is was quite bizarre
when God’s new prophets had a CPU,
and of course the world faiths grappled with this,
not all would accept our new points of view.
There’s churches out there that don’t allow, ‘metal,’
and others quite eager to integrate,
also you’ll find some that don’t allow ‘flesh,’
it seems even with souls some segregate.
But what about me, the first robot ensouled,
you may wonder what I am doing now?
Am I peaching? No, and I wish truly
that these damn pilgrims didn’t come to my house!
They’re always blocking my driveway…
Tiny heart of fallen leaves
Ensouled in beauty and awe
Beating in the autumn’s bosom
Embracing the seducing sunset
Renouncing their existence
Waiting to become dust
With grace and ardor
In whisper of distant hills
Far from worldly broils
Becoming one with the nature
Echoing love and compassion
Imparting togetherness
Eager to merge
Reflecting eternal unity
Conveying the truth
Nothing is separate from the rest
Oceans and sky are one
Fall and bloom, joy and gloom
Are essence and reality
Nature’s bounty bestows change
We shall return
The pride of barren boughs
The poise of faded flowers
Endear me to wiser expressions
Soothing my wisdom
And sense of endurance
Telling that moments are reborn
And all continues
vital breath of consciousness
pulsates affirming presence
in this realm of space time
manifest as life bubbles
in a narrow spectrum
inducing by movements
a state of hypnotic stupor
anchoring onto earth vessel
ensouled by our true being eternal
there thus is no bondage
unless we choose to enter trance
within which too we remain always free
in the pause of each polarity interchange
say when our in-breath becomes out-breath
or in the gap between two successive thoughts
for the realm of earth duality being transient
each manifestation is born and must die
and so eternal being is always free
holding still flame of awareness
by relinquishing ego identity
26-May-2023
in the dead of night
for no reason at all
we awake refreshed
tranquil and still
thoughts rested
our heart at peace
with the bliss current
humming in the background
animating the continuum
with the breath of God
whereupon we are immersed
in the great vacuum
of energised no-thingness
in absolute motionlessness
where formless presence
is awake in its primal state
bereft of attributes
save awareness innate to Self
we are herein complete
as the emptiness itself
humming with potent power
there is neither light nor darkness
yet we are fully cognisant
of the all that is, which we are
dwelling thus in boundless peace
in a formless realm of singularity
where time and space do not exist
we exist as pure consciousness
self-existent in and as the void
having neither fetters of form
nor any agenda to pursue
as of choiceless choice we return
back from the void into form
where this vast emptiness
corresponds to the head ovoid
ensouled by the cosmic egg
alluded to as Hiranyagarbha
wherefrom the one became two
merging in heart to be one again
but all of this is now in the past
for we now choose to bilocate
between duality and singularity
in our waking state of Turiya
the motionless screen of Self
upon which images come and go