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Our journey is long, so be strong,
our resolve firmed by the Om gong,
that thus thinning out the ego,
divine aligned we do no wrong.
Let love laced be the seeds we sow,
seeing God in our fiercest foe,
poised as awareness self-aware,
free from desires, our thought flow slow.
Once with the vibrant void we pair
and ego cravings we outstare,
starved of attention, it soon dies,
light of Self shines, naked and bare.
We see the truth with our own eyes,
reality mind cannot size,
completion beyond space and time,
transcendence beyond scripture’s lies.
One with oneness, we hear love’s chime,
heartbeat of God, a sublime rhyme,
a golden globe, in which we merge,
that higher peaks we may then climb.
Here now we live in body-mind,
wherein our heart, loving and kind,
cajoles us to slow down life’s pace,
free from feral cravings that bind.
Be this as it may, life’s rat race,
estranges us from love’s embrace,
dimming God’s light that glows within,
since thrust of lust is what we chase.
Eye on desire, we seek to win,
by means fair or foul, that’s our sin
but the joy we seek eludes us,
as we’re deafened by thought flow din.
Such is our life, dark fears nonplus;
like a spoilt child, we fret and fuss
over illusions, the mundane,
refusing to board God’s bliss bus.
We have freedom but are insane,
trauma bonding with desire’s chain,
preferring to remain asleep,
thus prolonging our ego’s rein.
If we’d take a consciousness leap,
we must dare to swim in the deep,
resting in silence, self-aware,
feeling within every bliss beep.
Soul suffocates, give it some air;
meld head with heart and with love pair,
that thus doing nothing at all,
demonic desires we outstare.
Who we are, in stillness recall,
which is living light, standing tall,
recognition that makes us smile,
whence in darkness we’ll never fall.
“Just as the objects seen in our dreams are found, when we awake, to be insubstantial, so our waking perceptions are likewise unreal—a matter of inference only.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Being the dreamer and the dreamed,
how may we in the dream awake
as long as thought spirals are streamed?
Let’s make our mind calm like a lake!
With thoughts rested, poised in the void,
we as awareness self-aware,
reclaim light of Self unalloyed,
whence ego cravings we outstare.
Thought cessation is then the way,
for us to see and recognise
our true essence as clear as day,
beheld only when ego dies.
Let’s be with love and light aligned ~
We’re living light, not body-mind
Umbilical umbrellica of umbral phantanes
"Anjelsmoth Banjitreel Naievae"
These are the spasmodic words you cause in me,
dare to ascertain in my exotic condition
of your cusping contain
My darkroom carotodomy gastronomy
of infrareds and lightwinds, rushing in,
scouts of wrath seeking the four ends
As you pet pet pet care snap twang, mend
"your pretty thing"
KarmaSupra-Natural endear- in me how spooning
feeds bends at my thrashing and gnashing of teeth
where your purring thickens in my auditorium,
arouses condition,
echoes in sonar picture perfect verbatim,
ruins in salvatore partition
Your light-wound
Is it a seizure, a leash
Tourettes syndrome, speaking in tongues?
What is it called, may I know-
I need a name, give me your true name-
and what aim, what precision archery,
what kind of game are you hunting?
Bondfires burning in the Valley of the Kings
Stuck Pig, squealing and turned by your spiteful
rotisserie of baneful spit you leave to dangle
as an apple on your lips?
Mountain Ram, braving the rocks and the heights carelessly of crash-ward depths?
Did I lock horns a moments long locked
on a linger and caught in a snare
of your primal mating ritual of Astuan?
Challenge your beckoning finger
talons of Vulcan Eagle to soar me to the heavens,
how did we get here?
Why must I be your icarus of daring -
savage amusement, knowing
I cannot outstare the burning sun
The melting in your wax museum,
peepshow coliseum, of the lost, you are the acost
of my 'verted musement again and again and again
Libra is scaling taxation, purgatory perdeum owed-
to the shades of Shangri la,
I'd say we, you and me are more than even,
Nefertiri
Will our clashes ever die?
Our gashes ever sustain or lusts
or take the darts from our eyes?
We a gleaming the cube and porpoising the rift
on the lips of
evermore, Eigypsed in the swollen rains
with chariots on fire
At the steppes of our estranged world,
of the law, of desire
...You can feel them on the wind...
Waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
offer a consciousness leap,
if we be therein awake,
focus firm, calm like a lake.
In staid stillness choose to meld,
with space between objects held,
that thus our eye then single,
in-form pheromones mingle.
Bliss mists deeply penetrate,
each offered consciousness state,
that though awareness may dip,
presence gives ego the slip.
Immanent yet transcendent,
breath by breath, bliss resplendent,
chakras whir, boundaries blur;
with love and light, we concur.
Whether outward or inward,
ego lust is untoward,
so if all that is be Om,
in all states, Self is our home.
Turiya or the fourth state,
staid peace that does not abate,
witnesses the play of light,
centred in drunken delight.
The Self in heart does anoint,
itself at a stillness point,
wherefrom all states then arise,
beheld by us in surprise.
When our soul’s eye is single,
all three states then commingle
but until then we’re trapped,
light of Self by ego capped.
As awareness self-aware,
if dark desires we outstare,
in Turiya, the fourth state,
we fulfill our ordained fate.
Relying on thought as a crutch,
insentient to bliss beat’s touch,
no wonder we feel incomplete,
so perhaps it’s time to declutch.
Instinct driven patterns repeat,
without feeling magnetic heat,
as grace of God, divine sublime,
birthing bliss that does not deplete.
If Jacob’s ladder we would climb,
poised in silence, marking not time,
as pure awareness self-aware,
our presence conjures a love rhyme.
Melding head with heart, as they pair,
save joy, we’ve nothing to declare,
mind rests and with no dots to join,
cravings of ego we outstare.
Soul and God, as they so conjoin,
wisdom of sages we purloin,
that in this dream life, it’s a fact,
all are one, sides of the same coin.
Forging with love and light a pact,
the God code is by us thus hacked,
that as we so metamorphose,
attachments held onto retract.
Breath by breath bliss radiance grows,
more so when we are in repose,
brightening glow of our aura,
which exudes fragrance of love’s rose.