Long Formlessness Poems

15.4
“You are not the body
You do not have a body
You neither do nor enjoy
You are Awareness only--the timeless Witness
You are free
Go in happiness”

15.5
“Attachment and aversion
are attributes of the mind
You are not the mind
You are Consciousness...

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mind that thinks
heart that feels
senses five

reflect

thoughts vary
emotions differ
senses too can ebb

yet

we are alive
in the waking state
but what of dreamless sleep

where are we then
we recall it not
yet awake from it nevertheless 

so

are we not the screen...

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shadowfiend sold me
a place to hang the alphabet
the transformation of your schism
communication of the ascention we havent learned just yet
slide away the weapon of a code of imperfection
the stories told like whispering winds
closer now than...

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As we then thus rest in dynamic stillness of innocence 
Attentively watching with a loving longing
We detect ripples of thought as obstructive interference
Blocking us from with our lover entwining

Stilling not our stillness we now let...

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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...

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Name, a label, for mind-body identity,
which across past lives, we have had many,
as also gender rotation, for an experience spherical,
so this time around, now assimilating our earth life sojourn,
given pseudonym humbly confesses, there is much...

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“You are not earth, water, fire or air
Nor are you empty space
Liberation is to know yourself
as Awareness alone
the Witness of these”


As the kundalini ascends
From root to sacral to plexus to heart
Either straight up or through...

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TIME
TIME
TIME

 

Time again; Time again and again; Time the sigil of violence, Time begets silence

 

TIME: 'twas the word was spoken

TIME: the line that has ended

TIME: the separatist guerrilla

TIME: the racking of gaunt mind, spuming...

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15.4
“You are not the body
You do not have a body
You neither do nor enjoy
You are Awareness only--the timeless Witness
You are free
Go in happiness”

15.5
“Attachment and aversion
are attributes of the mind
You are not the mind
You are Consciousness...

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metaphors of the sunset
simplicity of the i ching
metaphors of the desert wasteland
organised warnings we withdraw from
never getting enough of this void
survival pieces
a whole world to support the son of god
what is he really going through
born...

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15.6
“Realize Self in All and All in Self
Be free of personal identity
and the sense of “mine.”
Be happy”


Our consciousness in all and all in us as interconnectedness
The one in all and the all in one as...

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Ah! I said
I’ve visited you twice
In the sea of Oneness
Which I too am
But yet
It’s your turn now
And so it was
The Universe descended
Through the crown
In me
Unlike the previous surge
Unlike the previous heat
Which no doubt in its...

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17.17
“The liberated one
neither avoids experience nor craves it
He enjoys what comes and what does not”

17.18
“The sage is not conflicted
by states of stillness and thought
His mind is empty
His home is the Absolute”


Emptiness being simply stilling movement...

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If we know ourself, we’ll know the universe
but if our inquiry seeks to go in deep,
recognising touch divine does not rehearse,
we begin by letting musings inward seep,
that by melding with the void, penning soul’s verse,
between...

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“That which has form is not real
Only the formless is permanent
Once this is known
you will not return to illusion”


A koan, a quiz
Let us begin by saying it like it is 
We bleed, we experience pain
We...

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I Am, I be and I so become, one with all of the universe
softened attention osmotically percolating boundless space 
blurring boundaries between form and formlessness
that that is, is the singular I Am presence, vibration of...

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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...

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Each half breath has a point of cessation
Yet the voids differentiated by intuitive intention
The beginning of exhalation return to space
Whilst commencement of inhalation divine grace

Geometrically we may assign lungs to the Anahata
Breath flow from nose...

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Core of consciousness 
Self aware awareness
Absorbed in the flow of attention
In enabled spectrum of vibration 
Wherein we are alive & present
Through mind & body cognisant

There are three frequency bands
In the continuum where we stand
Satva &...

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Meditation in quietude, cognition spherical instils
Transcending  limitations of time, space, power, knowledge, will
Oh hermit, in the void of polarity interchange, be still

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Awareness gently outpours attention 
Resting all thought in void of cessation
Imbibing by soft...

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At first we assumed everyone feels just the way we do
Being the light of Self in singularity present here in duality 
Bilocating breath by breath between form and formlessness 
Mind empty of concepts, heart detached...

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in the inky black void
we are as we are therein
bereft of senses we see nothing
and yet know we are herein not alone
our awareness thus in formlessness 
communicates with the absolute
as a child speaks to his...

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what is born must die … 
this we know but do not accept
in as embrace with vibrant nonchalance ~
no, let us admit it fellow souls
we are in truth truly afraid

we have seen birds in mourning...

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couldnt quite say this question
everyone hints at it
but the wild card i am is at dismay
what could i say
the color scheme is disorder 
the chaos of feg shui

something you keep trying to say
something well worth...

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Seamlessly out of reach,

Coming to a grasp,

Then just to leach,

To lay down,

A hand brushing out over these blades of grass,

Touching, is it not?

That he may find her,

Such formlessness,

When will the time come?

Oh, the times there...

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