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“instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded” ~ Unseeking Seeker
When thoughts purge in restlessness,
we pause the frequency of the mind,
allowing the rhapsodies
of the rosemary heart
to compose lyrics of
life in sync with sandalwood serenity…
I am a gossamer ribbon,
drifting across
caliginous cloudscapes,
like a delicate trace
of greying gloaming,
listening to the eerie requiems
ricocheting through the horizon.
But am I to follow the hypnotic lies,
perpetually prompting
my thoughts to ink
crimson confetti of confusion?
For the heart is the window
to the crown chakra,
awaiting the alignment of seven stars,
where the mind remains a mystery,
unreliable and capricious,
like the wind carrying
the sound of raging rain tonight.
O celestial maestro
of the cosmos and beyond,
let fears dissolve into ambient waves,
rippling with rejuvenating radiance,
reflecting seraphic light
from the crooning currents beneath~
tempestuous tides,
while I unchain the confined
chambers of my persona,
to unravel the alchemist within,
that knows not the
dying colors of dusk and dawn,
and reveals emerald auroras
in hibiscus harmony,
amidst the moonless
serenades of the sky~
in sync with my stained consciousness.
So let the dancing dreams
and the divine spirit
manifest through bleeding intuition,
as I open my arms to the sun
singing within his euphoric siesta,
there lakes of lotus ebb and flow in
ethereal themes,
transforming jinxed juniper lilies
into joyous jasmines,
and my voice shall mirror
pristine peonies,
scented with mystical musk,
where the fickleness of existence
is liquidated with lavender scriptures,
for my heart is the
empyrean haven for northern gems,
guiding the glass kayak of survival,
refusing darkness to mask
the kundalini mantras within
the alluring aura of life,
rehearsing self-fulfilling prophecies,
to illuminate silhouettes of
the galaxies in crystalline clarity.
No! It is not a tragedy of love unfulfilled! Let us see why ...
Upon kundalini reaching the crown, it encounters a narrow orifice
A stream divine and subtle flowing through it into the sky
Kundalini must die, dissolving in the current, spake a divine voice!
By now we have realised that we ourselves are the energy
Initially asleep, inert and sedentary
Yet wishing to become infinity
Thus singularity calling duality beaming us back to unity
Upon choosing death over dishonour we plunge into the current
Dissolving our identity in totality
Form dissolved yet strangely we remain aware and cognisant
Entering into space in wholeness and interconnectivity
Within the vibrant void of oneness awareness
We are the wholeness of Absoluteness with love our attire
We be to become a co-creator in loving kindness
Yet centred in the spacial vastness we choose to retire
Back to form we sense a consciousness shift beginning
The colouration of love present as bubbling joy & empathy
Manifesting as a magnetic current within tingling
All energy centres resonating joy in harmony
It would seem that the journey has reached a conclusion
But as we know every ending is a new beginning
So as the hues divine transition to bliss and compassion
We cognise the enigmatic heart gently singing!
02-August-2020
“Ceasing thinking, begin feeling ~
Rapture of bliss beats appealing”
- quote by poet
Let us today discuss divine energy
Innate, immediate and intimate
Needless confusion abounds
So let us get facts straight
Made in image of God
Our true essence is living light
Thus, we merely ensoul this body
To grow in love and garner clear sight
Reworded, this decaying form is but dust
Body is made alive by breath of God
We are as He but yet know not
Direct knowing has us awed
Breath of God is Holy Spirit
It is also called Kundalini and Chi
Labels matter not, It is Divine Mother
When ego dies, who we are we then see
With the above preamble we may begin
To comprehend what this energy is
In short, it represents our Self
Love and light and bliss
We are here, so God too is
He dwells in the cave of our heart
If heart be pure and we seek God alone
We will vividly feel within, bliss ignition start
We have in us, male and female polarities
Energy in potential and energy kinetic
Potential is vast space all around
Kinetic is movement ecstatic
Divine energy is kinetic
It is everything that moves
Within body too, kundalini pulsates
Moving though enigmatic energy grooves
We have within us several energy vortexes
Each node corresponds to a vibration
Liken it to the colours of a rainbow
Refraction causing creation
Divine Mother is at root of spine
Our Father is said to be at the crown
Mother ascends, entwining at the fontanel
Both descend to heart, meld and in bliss drown
This depiction is real and certainly not symbolic
Simply stated, it represents death of ego
Desires renounced, we live internally
imbibing bliss in stillness slow
Bliss fixates our attention
In time, our eye becomes single
Compassion grows, we see all as one
As by day and night amplifies the bliss tingle
Back to the start, when we see clearly who we are
Which is, as we said before, eternal living light
We continue earth life but are now awake
With both clear sight and bliss delight
minus thoughts, our ego recedes
we’re pure awareness, self-aware
in the void, we lay our soul bare
we shift to heart, where God’s love breeds
delight as pheromones mingle
making eye of our mind single
bliss magnetism, feeble form feeds
look at it as kundalini
or simply call it the genie
God is He, who does all the deeds
we are a humble receptor
bliss strobes pierce each body vector
‘come home’, God says, ‘for My heart bleeds’
‘all I ask is, please make heart pure’
‘for every conflict, love’s the cure’
minus thoughts, our ego recedes
we shift to heart, where God’s love breeds
bliss magnetism, feeble form feeds
God is He, who does all the deeds
‘come home’, God says, ‘for My heart bleeds’
Through Darkness You Travel,
The Knight, who is carried by the Sun and Moon.
I reach my hand to touch yours,
Through the symbols and runes
I feel your Soul,
Projected from the depths of your Heart.
Suddenly, we hear the Dark One whisper;
The pain we feel in this abyss,
Shall awaken the Serpent
That sleeps in the Underworld.
I reach my hand to touch yours,
And ask you to walk with me,
Towards the Gates of Your black Kingdom.
As the Serpent Rises,
We proceed to the opening.
Hand in Hand we enter the Gates.
As we love and embrace,
Our Stars shine as Bright as Lucifer,
The Dark One once more whispers;
No need to seek, as it is Here!
Always been and will be.
Here! This Present Moment!
Kundalini, the coiled serpent.
Waiting to be properly awakened.
To begin the raising of the truth.
The answers to all the hard questions.
Of life, love, and the reason for living.
The serpent of energy fills with light.
To supply the passion of character.
And reconnoiter this suit of being.
Walking on pillows, a foot off the ground.
When the worry wanes and joy takes its place.
You become the one you were meant to be.
To master the Kundalini fire.
For it has the power to enlighten.
Yet like all fire must be respected.
Used like a tool, not like a fool.
One could become like the saints of old.
With miracles and superpowers.
And the answers to all those questions.
Of life, love, and the reason for living!
Written: July 6th, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Line of inquiry: fact or fiction? what does it mean in actuality, to be touched by spirit?
Syncing retains aurous, aglow affection,
Restore it, and be sure it fosters motivation.
Mountain spiral dynamics and wet reflection,
Glancing up at the stars, for ormolu connection.
My visceral Gaia is where you now dwell,
I am in the wisteria vicinity of your sacrum.
Given karma in our minds, let it beat as a drum,
Severed up and down, then split into shells.
Both male and female, Earth and heaven,
Oh, the saga of time we bore this burden.
Reinstate this vivisection, and complete the link!
Pouring myself into you is just what I think.
Tonight, I drew your kundalini awakening action,
Coronal crown does not lend to construction.
With this eye, I grasp the alabaster overcome,
The following day, as if it had already come.
A holy snake acts as a trumpet to our ears,
He wrangled himself into a marmoreal tip.
We also received our Pashmina chemistry strip,
What have we grown, crafting musical fears?
The water spring will quench my thirst,
I will recall the soliloquy, amethyst, of past burst.
The Sanskrit plexus will be toggled then,
With sapphire sepals pouring from heaven.
I will join the marigold glory with love,
Ancient Phoenix unleashes dark torques.
That it will uncover its solivagant way to storks,
Bringing seraphic peace to mankind from above.
Tantra trika
Para, para-para & apara
Like the Gunas three
The highest sets us free
Para absolute singularity
Para para interconnectivity
Apara duality
Four paths awaiting selection
As of our orientation
The first Pratyabhijna or recognition
Divine grace in prayerful meditation
The second Spanda or vibration
Resonation with the Ohm pulsation
The third Krama or kundalini ascension
Assimilation in step by step progression
The fourth Kula embracing life in elation
Each moment in the continuum celebration
These paths blend and often intersect
The truth being as we did always suspect
That divine love alone keeps us erect
Moment to moment to moment continuous
The dance of bliss within rapturous & beauteous
Each thought train immerses us in deep trance,
emerging from which we then awaken
in staid silence, making erect our stance,
that in dreams, light of Self was forsaken.
Between crown and Bindu, a chakra stirs,
throbbing with bliss, whence we know all is well,
that in joy as our tremulous heart purrs,
we are there and then free from ego’s spell.
Kundalini as always has Her way,
as sublime magic mind cannot translate,
which matters not, since life’s a divine play,
where during each pause, nodes within gyrate.
Bliss nectar pierces each body vector,
wherein we’re but a humble receptor.
"a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
O, ethereal emperor of my poem,
read me... as my initials shape the cosmos ,
the energetic essence of this eucalyptus heart
and I spill stars on the perfumed pages ,
that never leave the diary
of d i v i n i t y and d r e a m s ...
there is no sacred warmth without the sun,
thus, on the lips of the sky, I sleep with hope
~ in my humble honeysuckle heaven ~
listen, karma-reapers, sipping sins from kismet
life is a yoga, my meditative muse,
and I yeild no jealousy from the yarn of jewels,
that soaks not the silence of my soul.
I have no confession, no explanation,
I am answerable to the amethyst starlight,
that sleeps in the kundalini of loyal truths
for, what remains in the silhouette of the spirit,
if not something, inked with empathetic elixirs
breathless ... ageless ... limitless ...
boundless in the bonded petals,
like the blizzard of bougainvillia butterflies ~
the one born from those blessed brushstrokes,
where, unfurled within fluent flames
by a sage-spun saint, I am a saffron soprano ,
a line of l o v e ... laced with the last star
I am that I am, but I am no more ~
because all that lives has a pulse of light,
but I a m o n e with the source
a feeler, fond of the alchemy of Almighty ...
and his elysian flower-fused footprints ...