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in the beginning, we may say
we dwelt in stupor of separation
awareness dulled, driven by desire
oblivious to the vibrancy of bliss elation
senses externalised, thoughts blocking surprise
somewhere we lost our childlike spontaneity
enmeshed thus in a web of our making
boon became bane, joy the fatality
upon reaching the point of exhaustion
we froze flow of thought, entering stillness
our attention internalised in the void of silence
we felt strange stirrings within of ineffable joyfulness
stretching the time continuum to deepen feeling
we melded therein by softening attention
dormant nodes within awakened
purring in blissful joy elation
we assign to our bliss no label
as the energy divine stabilised within
central funnel from root to crown radiant
cave within heart renewing throb of bliss ignition
the happening both fortuitous and miraculous
wherein our presence was but a receptor
marked not end but a new beginning
unveiling unknown bliss vectors
with lower mind vaporised
oneness recognised as vibration
sublime fragrance accompanying bliss
soft divine light white sporadic manifestation
13-February-2021
Forged from the elements, our form is dust,
life being animated by God’s breath,
mind choosing lust, intellect pathways just,
with the bliss sheath being love’s healing meth.
When polarities unite in our heart
and our attention is internalised,
we deem all souls as one and none apart,
the way how God within is realised.
Bliss transforms as peace, when we’re living light,
shining as the Self, beyond space and time,
where one with God, unbound is our delight,
renewal continual is heart’s chime.
Oh wise and worthy hermit, just know this ~
We are existence, consciousness and bliss
attention internalised
thought flow rested
my heart was at peace
though earth life tested
I became a witness
motionless in vast space
doing nothing thus
I invoked God’s grace
fears and desires ebbed
bliss magnetism was activated
no demons then remained
needing to be placated
one night in vibrant stillness
debts of love were recalled
seeing misdeeds of my past
I was repentant and appalled
at that moment God appeared
in light soft white yet bright
He erased past transgressions
and said it is alright
God then gently held my hand
and said be joyous on this earth
live out your life span in peace
with heart bubbling in mirth
He revealed we too are as He
made in His image ~ living light
earth is a school to grow in wisdom
love taking us on a wingless flight
such was my encounter with God
He reveals Himself when it is time
however we always hear His voice
betwixt love’s bliss beat chime
“Param-brahma (Spirit or God) is everlasting, complete, without beginning or end. It is one, indivisible Being. The Eternal Father, God , Swami Param-brahma, is the only Real Substance, Sat, and is all in all in the universe.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
we begin with separation
containerised in body-mind
our head and heart standing apart
to truth of our true being blind
the consciousness that’s within us
in a state of inner conflict
seeks to expand but knows not how
pursues desires, by ego tricked
on reaching point of exhaustion
attention is internalised
we then befriend our emptiness
cravings of ego exorcised
just as water seeks its level
our emptiness is filled with bliss
all without force, by grace of course
we realise we’re all of this
sans identity we yet are
pure spirit in this body urn
breath by breath magnetism rises
we embrace love’s benign bliss burn
that God Himself dwells in each form
that Self exists beyond space-time
is truth we behold in plain sight
betwixt the pause of bliss beat’s chime
God is the only true being
unmanifest and manifest
enjoying this dream, grow in love
let deluded thought concepts rest
“When man, being baptized, begins to repent and move back toward the Eternal Father and withdrawing his Self from the gross material world, Bhu-loka, enters into the world of fine matter, Bhuvar-loka, he is said to belong to the Dwija or twice-born class. In this state he comprehends his internal electricities”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Lokas or realms are innumerable,
in existence as it is manifest
but when our focus is internalised,
transcending duality, thought forms rest.
Dance of polarities births illusion
but if we choose to make heart quiescent,
we are then hatched out of the cosmic egg,
that twice born this we are bliss resplendent.
Opposites dissolve in spirit’s current,
that pervades every cell of feeble form,
being a dance of divine magnetism,
ushering rapture borne by a bliss storm.
Upon ego death all realms are bypassed,
as we reclaim our Self as living light,
dwelling in heaven beyond space and time,
our love drenched aura filled with bliss delight.
We are one with God and God dwells in us,
so of this truth if we remain aware,
no attachments or cravings then remain,
in our sojourn for a breath of fresh air.
Oh worthy monk, why go domain hopping,
when we know each realm to be unreal?
Poised in stillness and dwelling in the void,
let’s feel in wonderment bliss beat’s appeal.
Dissolving the bliss sheath, our eye single,
we see all as God consciousness alone,
so even if we’re here for some purpose,
we’ve etched in our heart, this wisdom in stone.
breath by breath
as our life renews
in truth we stand
in God’s shoes
He dwells within
giving life to form
we acknowledge not
so fail to transform
mind-body awareness
feels separate from source
owing to this delusion
we employ use of force
now we do need the ego
in order to survive
but if we neglect soul
how will we thrive
ego lies in head
love pulsates in heart
thus unless both align
life quest cannot start
liberation is simple
false identity we don
transient and illusionary
whence shorn we’re reborn
we’d do well to repeat
a million times if need be
we’re soul and not body-mind
reaffirm daily until we see
fears and desires recede
we live a life internalised
engaging with life as ordained
until our true Self is realised
just as water seeks its level
if we become an empty shell
God’s love and light fills us
and then all is well
Back Seat Driver
Up front and hidden from the rear view mirror my rational emotion takes
a back seat from suggestions of behind when looking forward and beyond
Built in a chip on the hard shoulder of the pathway calls out ‘be careful slow
speed up’ ‘break do not break’ ‘watch the police’ internalised surveillance
Highway signs and low way warnings ever so smoothly stipulate escape
from chaos lost bearings baring truths exposed and rolling forward past
The course lobbies concourse’s constrictions of wide open spaces traffic jams
congestion when all I wish is move ahead but the the rat race rat
Mental rodents on the road gnaw through the fabric of my mind where is
no want for stabbings in the back when need surpasses constant chatter
My pilot light on auto - forward seeks transmission manually and steady step by step
progression roundabout traffic islands four way stops diversions parking lots
I suppose with all that panoply of trappings I do not benefit from a back seat remote
controlling driver when all I need is lean back enjoy and contemplate the ride
24th November 2016
Lisa and I played a round of frisbee-disc golf today—let’s reminisce.
I love the ‘live performance’ of sports, how you must physicalise
discipline. You get this instant feedback that you have to own and
lean hard into. The being present to adjust, the internalised mechanisms of performance—the ‘liveness’—is the most exciting thing about sports. And, of course, the one who does it best wins—there’s a simplicity to it.
Being Sunday, the course was crowded with guys. Most of the groups were college teams of five or six guys. Since there were only two of us, we were playing faster.
I don’t like going up to a group of guys and asking to play through.
They always let us but we get these appraising looks—not strictly golf related—that you can feel. So we skipped around the guys and played open holes—still playing 18—they just weren't contiguous and it took a bit longer.
It was great to get out in the sun. The course was all rolling fairways, there’s no grass greener and no sky bluer. I came in 14-under (straight brag). I’m a little competitive, my ego loves to be placed in a hierarchy, and winning seems to give form to me, it’s such a pleasant and coherent narrative.
As we were leaving our escort Charles stepped away for a minute and a couple of Yale looking guys offered us a ride back to campus—which was all very innocent and chivalrous—to save us waiting for an Uber or something—I'm sure (we were all sweaty and looked like drowned rats).
‘Sure,’ I thought, ‘let’s run off into the sunset.. not.’
But I said, “No, thanks, anyway.”
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Songs for this:
Golden Boys by Res
Fruitcake by Subsonic Eye
Self-discovery, a path beauteous
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made
When aligned with voice of conscience righteous
Bliss fills us as a consciousness upgrade
Ensconced in rapture thus, by day and night
Our attention is soon internalised
Wisdom downloads follow, clear is our sight
In timeless time, God within’s realised
Love, wisdom and power to co-create
The threefold flame of Christ within us glows
Soul presence celebrates at heaven’s gate
There’s no doubt, for we’re in the boat God rows
Oh hermit, know that we’re he, who we seek
God in-dwells within ~ let’s take a sneak peek
03-June-2022
19.5
“Where is sleeping, dreaming, waking,
or even the fourth state?
Where is fear?
I abide in the glory of Self”
Verse revisited on 09-June-2022
Timeless continuum of here, now, this
Peace rippleless, humming with bliss
Holds steady internalised attention
As ever present divine orientation
Wherein heart thus, void-centric
Radiates loving intent concentric
Be it in waking or dreaming state
Magnetic bliss throbs within gyrate
Each life pulse embrace and release
Flowing gently, like the morning breeze
Dreams within dreams do thus renew
Witnessing linear time flow continue
Aware that we’re breathed by God
Of cause, not effect, overawed
Witnessed from fulcrum of stillness
Be it day or night in vibrant blissfulness