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Premium Member That was then, this is now

Cleaved from God’s light, we wished to be as He
but one day we ate the forbidden fruit,
whose toxins caused dread and in heart envy,
darkening our luminous soul with soot.
Though tempestuous and wild, as God’s child,
we asked Him to restore aura’s pure hue,
to which He counselled, be loving and mild,
learning by burning, beginning anew.
This translated as descent from heaven,
ensouling organic form, doomed to die,
where working our way through chakras seven,
ego erased, we again wingless fly.
Our mission being to board God’s bliss bus,
how long we dwell on earth, is up to us.

How long we dwell on earth, is up to us,
because choices we make, in time will shape
soul, that when dark desires do not nonplus,
in timeless time we’ll imbibe love agape.
We were fearful to let go of God’s hand,
so He assured us He would dwell within,
speaking as conscience, that we understand
how to uphold truth and be free from sin.
We would return to our home, in deep sleep,
that our soul be comforted all is well
but the waking state would be when we leap,
embracing love and light, feeling heart swell.
With the table laid, for joy readymade,
pure of heart enter God’s heavenly glade.

Pure of heart enter God’s heavenly glade,
simply by choosing to align with love,
whereupon in a stream of bliss we wade,
as benedictions in-pour from above.
With the veil of ignorance now lifted,
the light of our soul, glistens in our core
and from our wayward past having shifted,
we’re a peace in the boa, God does oar.
Looking back at our past, we are aghast,
at our fallen stance but right here and now,
with love imbibed, destiny’s die is cast,
whose reins are in God’s hands, which we allow.
In truth all our soul desired, was to be
cleaved from God’s light; we wished to be as He.


Premium Member Ashtavakra Gita Verse 20:5

20.5
“Where is the doer or enjoyer?
Where is the origin or end of thought? 
Where is direct or reflected knowledge? 
There is no person here”

Verse revisited on 07-October-2022

Hirayangarbha, cosmic egg, the womb of existence
The one splits becoming two, borne of heart's insistence
Maya spins a web of cosmic illusion, within which we descend
Origin forgotten, soul needs to transcend space and time to ascend
Ensouling mind-body, the ego is created as an earth life interface
Memory erased, we become a doer, relying not on God's grace
Bemused by myriad illusions, we're plunged into delusion
With head and heart misaligned, arises deep confusion
We create thereby by our own hand, cause and effect
A destiny dark; we're the cause but don't suspect

Given this preamble, we may now so analyse
That since ego is false, it's futile to weigh and size
Thought’s but an instrument to be used when needed
Fears and desires by ego spawned, require to be weeded
All this is attained effortlessly by shifting into tranquil stillness
As the false falls away, restored. is soul's innate wellness
Within our body, the Holy Spirit ignites feeble form
Our false identity is swept away in a bliss storm
One that became two again becomes one
Luminosity of the central spiritual sun

Doubts disappear as we become the answer
Requiring thereafter and forever no translator
Form: Rhyme

I am


“As God’s spark ensouling organic form, I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm, divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space & time. I am love & light, causing heart to chime.”

                              I   AM   GOD'S   SPARK 

A windswept soul cognitive only to the One who clips the stars of heaven 
this I am 
An enlightened being spiritually awakened by the interconnectedness of all living things 
this I am 
Dwelling in a place filled with heightened sense of presence, I am peaceful 
as the Great I Am 
Ablaze like an Olympian Flame I pass life's torch to you with internal conviction  
and this is my reveal of who I truly am    
I am a woman made of man a mystery onto thyself, I live, breathe and love 
 and therefore yes, ... I am !!!

Premium Member The Light Within

Hearts unfulfilled desire, the causation
Ensouling form, that we may feel contrast
Pulsations; contraction and expansion 

Memory erased, our soul here aghast
Dark dungeons of delusion veiling light
Destiny unfolding, as of die cast

Dreams seem real, offering fleeting delight
Yet we feel within, deep discontentment 
For light of day, dies in shadows of night

Disillusioned, we seek joy permanent 
Plunging headlong into our heart centre
Wherein we sense, the vibrant bliss current

Distanced now, from idle ego banter
We just be to become, with Gods love one
As innate aliveness within canters

Within cave of heart, shines the golden sun
Go there oh hermit, lower mind undone

15-May-2021

Premium Member Ashtavakra Gita Verse 20:1

20.1
“Where are the elements, 
the body, the organs, the mind?
Where is the void?
Where is despair?
My nature is transparent clearness”

Verse revisited on 19-July-2022

Such is God’s power we wield 
That space and time, both yield
Awareness poised at the epicentre 
Wherefrom all manifestations canter

Tranquil stillness before breath inhalation
Rippleless lake of soul’s blissful elation 
Devoid of any trace of egoic residue 
Is pulse of truth that does renew

Duality emanation of singularity 
Is the inner knowing in deep clarity
Recognising that the world’s a stage
There thus no cause for desires to rage

Ensouling feeble form, experience by touch
Letting go of concepts and belief crutch
Embrace and release, each sensation
One with oneness and all creation
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The sin syndrome

Sin is but ignorance, so let’s erase it,
by examining where lies the root of thought
that lamp of eternal truth be in us lit.
Fear mirrors desire, a web in which we’re caught,
so if we reduce attachments bit by bit,
heart’s emptiness draws in God’s grace, which soul sought.
We are a soul, ensouling mind-body shell
and once this knowing is clear, all will be well.

Our spirit too is made in likeness of God
and as such all wayward acts are by ego,
which recedes when we choose to give love a nod,
releasing lower mind, choosing to forgo 
all that that comes and goes, whence by bliss light awed,
the false falls away and truth of Self we know.
Reworded we may say when there’s no one here,
light of our true being, will in us appear.
sin

Premium Member I AM

Written: April 18, 2025, for contest by Useeking Seeker

Suggested line of inquiry:

“As God’s spark ensouling organic form,
I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm,
divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space and time.
I am love and light, causing heart to chime.”

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I'm a susurrus with a dawn-lit smile,
In thanatopsis ballet of storm, yell sporadic. 
Boundless, such is the ocean, tied by its magic,
In seraphic settings, I grasp how to guile.

As fire blazes within an obsidian hearth,
Stars convey stories of light and shadow. 
Where echoes fear to tread, silence is shallow,
Every morning, a raw beginning will appear.

In the earth's fabric, I breathe and bloom, 
Beyond boundaries, lucid dreams may fly.
A sprawling cosmos of light and dark can pry
I am still grounded in this airy, earthy room.

Time flows such as water across my veins.
The universe hums a symphonic tune.
From bright elixir to moonlit dune—
During each ebb and flow, that remains.

"God's spark ignited by our mute breath." 
Some unseen cosmic link, firm and profound. 
A magnetic fascination storm swirls around. 
A gentle whisper of love's boundless strength.

Within my soul, divine pulsation rings. 
Subdued by a miasma of seraphic grace. 
Eclipsing shadows that time cannot erase.
Through hallowed silence, my spirit sings.

Infinite ties extend across physical chains. 
I am molded by the requiem of endless caress. 
Crafted in a symbol of light to softly bless. 
While the grasp of truth continues to reign.

Into vast areas where humans dare not tread. 
My heart swirls in synergy with stars above —
God's glory weaves across boundless love—
Creating an eternal chorus in mercy embed.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Our Autobiography

finding ourselves here
awareness self-aware
ensouling form feeble 
sensory touch external
our lower mind stirring
found ego urges rising
oft against conscience 
throttling our innocence 
reinforcing this torture
veiling love hues subtler 
until we became dead
going where desires led
in cyclic joy and sorrow
fearful of the morrow
anchored in narrowness 
living in stuporousness 

over time we did realise
that love never does size
playful non-judgmental 
ever vibrant and amiable
aglow moment to moment 
in joy without abatement 
continuum heart centric
imbibing currents eclectic 
simply flowing like breeze
we embrace and release
when thoughts disappear
as waves of bliss spear
magically and osmotically 
vivifying form beauteously 
representing flow of life
devoid of ego borne strife

getting to this recognition 
we opt for polarity rotation
resting thought fragmented 
identity driven and limited
releasing flow of attention
in vibrant void of cessation 
wherein in childlike trust go
wherever winds of love blow
with no trace of expectation 
as also sense of anticipation 
welcoming offered surprise 
there being no ego to apprise
whereupon one with universe
aligned with the divine verse
thus in but not of this world
innate blissfulness unfurled 

choosing to abide in silence
we rekindle loving innocence 
as Gods essence boundless
ever entwined with oneness
this earth is our play centre
where in joy we may canter
mind body but an interface
being breathed by His grace
thus no doing need be done 
save exiting ego stagnation 
fixated not at any coordinate
tranquil in stillness sedate
melding head with our heart
with all one and none apart
is-ness of being-ness bliss
Gods hand continues to bless

05-March-2021
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Path strewn with rose petals

We watch in wonderment, light dawn in us,
even as we rest in peaceful repose,
distanced from thought forms, designed to nonplus
our caged consciousness, fragrant like a rose.
God dwells in our heart, ego in the head
and we have been given freedom to choose,
by which impulse we prefer to be led,
shaping our life upon which we then cruise.
If truth be the filter distilling thought,
God’s will is enacted by us on earth,
elixir of love untying heart’s knot,
whence we surf waves of fate bubbling in mirth.
Silence is the path we’ve embarked upon ~
With each breath intake, we’re again reborn

With each breath intake, we’re again reborn,
looking neither back nor ahead in time,
outcomes any, nonchalant is our yawn,
since there are no peaks which we wish to climb.
As the light of God ensouling this form,
body-mind is but like a car we drive,
thus with strobes of love and light we conform
and with pure intent, flame of truth revive.
Content as we are, there is no seeking,
for we are a dweller of the vast void,
heeding whispers of God, in us speaking,
obeying which, delusion is destroyed.
Rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd ~
For us, Om is God’s gong, His holy word 

 us, Om is God’s gong, His holy word,
a throb that arises all on its own,
divine magnetism by which nodes are stirred,
benediction bestowed on us alone.
Suffused with cool heat from head till our feet,
we slowly begin to metamorphose,
aligning presence to the cosmic beat,
dance of delight, striking a joyful pose.
In timeless time when ego has capsized,
transcending space-time, we as living light,
meet God face to face and truth’s realised,
becoming the flame that banishes night.
God’s touch is love; we’ve boarded His bliss bus ~
We watch in wonderment, light dawn in us

Premium Member How May We Wake Up

Repeated reincarnations reveal,
that on ensouling a new body-mind,
the truth of agape love, we cease to feel
and as we flounder about on earth blind,
we are caught in ego’s relentless bind.
Recognising this fact, how should we act,
since we are no longer by wisdom backed?
The optimal path is thought cessation,
requiring simply we cease to react,
nonchalant to outcomes and sensation.

All answers are within, so let’s begin
by becoming a witness to ourself,
in the flow of life, choosing to plug-in
but having no agenda in our shelf,
watching how fate pans out all by itself.
We’re not suggesting a phlegmatic stance
nor ceasing striving, leaving all to chance,
yet being still, in timeless time we learn
of how nodes within us joyfully prance,
as in fire of bliss, we willingly burn.
Form: Dizain

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