Long Magnetism Poems
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Here we are, in the womb of existence,
deluded that we’re separate from source,
knowing not love’s our only true resource,
we nurture fears, on ego’s insistence.
We’re granted free will, that soul grow faster
but poor choices we make, cause needless pain,
redeemed when dark desires to rest are lain,
that love and light divine, all we foster.
In silence when we’re still, voids within fill,
enlivened by sublime bliss magnetism;
loves prismatic hues light up body prism,
simply by so letting God do His will.
When will to God bends, separation ends,
lower mind and ego, just drop away,
in time stretched stillness, to bliss beats we sway,
wondrous how our soul, to heaven ascends.
07-June-2022
What is our inspiration
Being the question
Of this contemplation
What else but the very life pulse
Present everywhere at once
Inner urgings for divine dalliance
We have both lower & higher mind
Of which ego imposing a bind
Delusion in illusions we leave behind
What then remains
Save consciousness unstained
Love within the heart ingrained
We are then still yet there is a mover
Magnetism within rising as bliss hovers
A fragrance ineffable as lifetrons flower
As the limited doer recedes to vaporise
No narrow identity remains to weigh & size
Each moment cognised we behold in surprise
The rapturous divine vibe ascending
Renewal in a continuum unending
Essence of our presence so becoming
Our joy we then exuberantly share
With one & all who choose to pair
Being the throb of bliss itself self aware
Thus our inspiration
Divine entwined connection
As an ever present orientation
27-July-2020
Reflecting on the day gone by,
we looked after ourself quite well
but paused not for the soul who fell.
Did we do something we decry,
even if an unfriendly look,
at the beggar, who his fist shook?
Atonement begins with a sigh,
simple consciousness correction,
to shift to love our direction.
Our wayward ego must now die,
which means dwelling in cessation,
poised in all time meditation.
A song on our lips, we fly high,
whence grazed by divine magnetism,
igniting our mind-body prism.
Reflecting on the day gone by
Did we do something we decry
Atonement begins with a sigh
Our wayward ego must now die
A song on our lips, we fly high
Once upon a time, basking in sublime gardens of Eden
blissful essence of presence did as was bidden
soul ingrained with delight from head to toe
imbibing divine elixir, joyful heart aglow
humming a happy melodious verse
in resonance with pulse of the universe
feeling complete, in heightened bliss replete
until head and heart cracked, love sank to our feet
Reworded, we may say we shifted away from oneness
to a deluded, imaginary stature of ego separateness
presence feeling limited, imperfect and flawed
earthbound till soul be healed and thawed
pursuing desire in maya borne illusion
until exhaustion gets us to the recognition
that joy eternal lies not in the transient ephemeral
we again rekindle love in heart, with cognition spherical
In this journey without movement, we take off ego mask
for which no doing need be done, so easy is this task
our heart which is broken, due to love forsaken
shakes off deluded facade, when shaken
shifting by cessation into stillness and silence
awakening inner polarity of mind-body sentience
fabric of ignorance torn, ego shorn, now twice born
suffused by love magnetism warm, we once again adorn
14-June-2021
Writing prompt ‘flawed’ poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
employing the following words once only:
flawed, mask, broken, cracked
facade, torn, illusion, imperfect
My hands are burning,
Drying surface of the skin.
My hands feel a stinging,
Meaning the heat felt is part of healing.
My palms are filling with energy,
Spirit manifesting in between a clasping.
My palms are warming
Through the light of praying.
My fingertips are reaching
Out towards another human's fingers.
My fingertips are touching yours,
A feeling of magnetism occurs.
My hand is nearing,
Close to yours.
My hand is holding yours,
So endearing.
My palms are where
The story of my life is in lines.
My palms are what
Assure me I'm bound for love.
My fingers are clasping
Onto your knuckles.
My fingers are embracing
Your hand and fingers as we stand.
“to veil light we cloaked it in bliss
then intellect and lower mind
fused together as magnetism
in form where truth we seek to find”
~ Unseeking Seeker
You speak of rain’s voice as star-fire,
an invigorating zeal kissing our soul,
while I stroll the shore of love,
inhaling the incense of lucent sage ~
my heart stirs and pulse awakens,
transcribing the touch of timeless tides,
seeking the softness of the sun,
undressing stubborn haze, disrobing ego,
unbuttoning forgotten chakras,
to rise in hot-stone silence…
O divine beacon of infinite bliss,
I breathe the burn of intuitive ink,
engulfing my inner consciousness,
like magnetic metaphors,
flowing in sync with blue rose radiance,
rushing through the river of veins ~
from heart to toe, palm to crown,
revealing handwritten humility…
I yearn to thrive where petals purify,
forsaking the soil of pride,
planting faith in a realm of selfless bloom,
no longer a mindless marionette,
enticed by materialistic mantras ~
for in the form of fortitude
and in the cadence of clarity,
where we seek the strength of truth,
I have learned to trust and obey the breeze
above the fields of felicity,
illuminating the untouched psyche…
Purpose needs a point
North and South poles firm
Directing movement
When alone poles go nowhere
My compass spins without rest
Hoping true North is out there
Even geese know where South lies
Where love's direction is fixed
Northern lights ionize homes
Seekers need magnets
Autonomic pull
Zenith found within
Purposeless alone
Waiting for magnetism
My azimuth torn
* This poem was inspired by Jay Narain's masterful take on haiku. I'm attempting a different style of haiku poetry in response.
* Proverbs 20:5 "The purposes of a person’s heart are deep waters, but one who has insight draws them out."
man applauds
being the chosen one
who is made in God’s image
why not first pause to reflect
who in truth we really are
to know who God is
God is omnipresent
both wise and omnipotent
whilst we decay in organic form
thus we are not this mind-body
but the spirit that enlivens it
let’s find out what it is
all we see around us
is that that comes and goes
thus we must be in a lucid dream
notice void of polarity interchange
the moment before we exhale
or gap between thoughts
in this cessation
where pure awareness is
perception is non-differentiated
within this identity rested silence
simply present doing nothing
our soul speaks to us
extending the gap
vibrant silence nameless
we meld with the vital life force
divine magnetism navigates form
we become the energy itself
there then is no one here
ego shorn we are reborn
identity that never existed dies
awareness sees living light of Self
thus from singularity to feel contrast
to grow in wisdom and in love
we descend in this realm
Self as light is the truth
what is made in image of God
our single eye sees without mirrors
now to embody singularity in duality
that too in the waking state
is the spiritual quest
as for knowing God
we are breathed by His breath
that embryo of Self within may awake
in the timeless past, one day my heart stirred
wishing to know truth of the universe
head melded with heart, with silence concurred
birthing a verse without need to rehearse
pulse of God is single, words are dual
so the symbols weaved were for me alone
yet since divine magnetism was the fuel
music of the spheres, mind needed to hone
be it chance or fate, I joined poetry soup
where members made music, as of soul’s rhythm
for me it was a coup, to join this group
to contour waves felt in a structured algorithm
lost in a maze of forms, I first felt like a fool
but help was at hand and friendly criticism too
though I burnt as I learnt, it was like being back to school
so each day my muse refreshes itself here anew
just as waves of the ocean flow together
and leaves on trees sway gently in wafting breeze
each souper views the other as his or her soul brother
plucking inspirations from the void, heart chooses to seize
Supported by Brahma
Holding erect energies
Shakti engages in play
In the stream of soma
Igniting our central vein
As a gift to our presence
Receptive in surrender
Aligned with love divine
Centred in the vast void
Encased by feeble form
The dance of polarities
When graced by Mother
Enlivened by magnetism
Manifests bliss frictional
That pervades each node
Gripping heart in rapture
Yearning replaces desire
As bliss currents caress
Grazing touch seductive
Vaporising our lower mind
Wherein free will chooses
To dissolve in the ocean
Becoming the ocean itself
Whist yet soul now whole
12-January-2022