Long Pulsations Poems
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“I am not the doer or enjoyer. Work have I none, now or formerly. I have no body, nor am I bodiless. How can I have or not have a sense of "my-ness"?”
From the stillness fulcrum wherefrom forms emerge
As the motionless potent hum before we exhale
Spontaneous intent causes a bliss surge
In the void of no-thingness we set sail
Resplendent as eternal Self aglow in our light
Dew drops of love and light illumines our life’s trail
We are the source of bliss pulsations that delight
Transcendent and immanent flicker-free flame
Heart unblemished pristine and snow white
Both highs and lows for us are the same
We breeze through life which is but a game
Ego death
“Peace that surpasseth all understanding ~
Ours when ends clamour of heart demanding”
~ quote by poet
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Tranquil peace of bliss,
encompassing this
here form and all space ~
bestowed by God’s grace.
Nectar overspills,
humming current stills,
nodes within glisten,
as bliss beats quicken.
As love gains traction,
our satisfaction,
becomes the bliss flame,
our earth life’s end game.
Soul’s light a sun ray ~
night turns into day,
for as we evolve,
opposites dissolve.
Divine magnetism
within body prism
leaves no cell untouched ~
each by bliss burn brushed.
The vast void’s our home ~
gigantic bliss dome;
all’s within our heart,
where pulsations start.
We thus are and be,
in existence free,
becoming the source,
of our soul’s resource.
Nothing need be done ~
with all we are one,
entwined with oneness,
as God consciousness.
17-May-2022
We find ourself centred in a bliss storm,
mantras as hymns playing in the background,
wherein all we do is simply conform,
breathing in grace as we are twirled around.
Incompatible with maverick mind,
we now dwell in the heart, bliss energised,
with soft pulsations of silence aligned,
reach by breath by kundalini baptised.
Witnessing ebb and flow of tides in time,
we embrace and release each sensation,
there being no mountains we wish to climb,
being one with the cosmic vibration.
Dwelling in peace and free from commotion,
we weave our way through this life in motion.
We weave our way through this life in motion,
with the here and now our destination,
sipping slowly love’s magical potion,
poised in the vibrant void of cessation.
As a character in this lucid dream,
as the dreamer and dreamed, we are the all,
wherein as we ride a lustrous moonbeam,
heart’s the epicentre of the bliss squall.
We know life as impulsed will run its course,
which we had signed up for but need no more,
so simply by renouncing use of force,
ceasing to weigh and size, we keep no score.
Living mindfully as of need not greed,
ego steps away as love takes the lead.
Ego steps away as love takes the lead
and as false identity drops away,
we are from bondage to space and time freed,
transcending this earth vessel made of clay.
We behold our true Self as living light,
one without a second, feeling complete,
mirroring God’s heartbeat, filled with delight,
is-ness of being-ness as such upbeat.
Merging with God in the totality,
even though no agenda is tabled,
we return here back to duality,
to be more fully wisdom enabled.
As God’s presence fills our organic form,
we find ourself centred in a bliss storm.
“Mind-body prism refracts soul’s soft white light ~
Each unique hue heightens our heart’s delight”
~ quote by poet
Beauteous are rainbow colours seven,
one end is violet, the other red,
mirrored in form, with promise of heaven,
provided we are, by throb of bliss led.
Red is the chakra at root of our spine,
which stirs when we begin our God search quest,
above which orange asks us to align
with God’s pulsations, that we may be blessed.
Yellow at navel, is power renounced,
whence we move to heart, whose colour is green,
transcending which, erst feral instincts trounced,
we ascend to throat’s surreal blue sheen.
Higher octaves at head, set soul aflame ~
Divine entwined, we’re no longer the same
As the gatekeeper of both time and space,
surfing the bardo that lies in between
aether and form, wherefrom radiates grace,
existence reveals its throbbing bliss sheen.
Singular Self has an urge to create
a domain where ascent follows descent,
that by piercing the veil, soul shapes its fate,
requiring simply, to grant love consent.
This choiceless choice to ingrain deep learning,
that emerging from the cocoon of bliss,
soul may ascend by willingly burning,
it opts to plunge into a dark abyss.
The stage is set for the soul to forget,
that love may grow, placing on love a bet.
That love may grow, placing on love a bet,
appears on first glance, there’s nothing to do
but memory erased, caught in fear’s net,
the soul finds it difficult to break through.
Mistaken that it’s merely body-mind,
soul’s awareness becomes externalised
and bemused by illusions, it is blind
and thus truth of Self is not realised.
Having itself set life into motion,
joy of union, pangs of separation,
silence alone ends thought flow commotion,
invoking Spirit for bliss gyration.
In timeless time, the bliss energised form,
swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm.
Swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm,
earth life interface, the ego, recedes,
transmuted finally by this love storm,
whereupon it follows and bliss throb leads.
Cessation by kenosis is the way,
softening attention, with touch gentle,
ego cravings no longer holding sway,
that soul effusing love transcendental.
Love being the pure divine elixir,
all opposites dissolve within its womb,
causing nodes within feeble form to stir,
bringing to life thus, a bliss catacomb.
Ego takes a backseat, heart is upbeat,
light dawns when polarities meet and greet.
Light dawns when polarities meet and greet,
melding in the cauldron of agape love,
wherein heeding love’s pure endearing tweet,
head and heart conjoin, acting hand in glove.
On soul seeing that it is living light,
it begins to employ mind of the heart,
feeling bliss pulsations by day and night,
deeming all souls as one and none apart.
Separation ends when egoic will bends
and all beings on earth, with love entwine,
each soul as God’s essence, slowly ascends,
all gathering under the oneness sign.
Self knows that there are no puzzles to lace,
as the gatekeeper of both time and space.
For too long we have been twirled about by mind
and we see now that we're still at the start line,
since thoughts orbit fears that grip us in their bind,
mirroring desire that let's us not align
with the pulse of innocence, joyful and kind,
being whispers of love that for love does pine.
In bondage to form and conditioned belief,
we're stirred by cry of soul, begging for relief.
Our body is merely dust, yet we are proud
of our ethnic group or method of worship;
religious intolerance, ignorance shroud,
employing rigid views, shooting from the hip,
doing more harm than good, cacophony loud,
denying all souls are forged from the same chip,
labelling God and fighting wars in His name;
dwelling in lower mind, which is a big shame.
Liking not what we see, yearning to be free,
as a rebel, a nerd, we renounce the herd,
simply choosing with throb of love to agree,
whereupon bliss within our pure heart is stirred,
and we’re then no longer tied to a mind tree,
for with whispers of conscience, soul has concurred.
Recognising the same sun shines upon all,
vaporised self is engulfed by a bliss squall.
Beyond belief, that's merely rooted in thought,
we imbibe God's love and light, which we cognise,
transcending fears and desires ego begot,
living in the now, ceasing to weigh and size,
reducing thereby feral cravings to naught,
beholding in wonder, bliss pulsations rise.
In time dissolved stillness, choosing to be still,
by God's bountiful grace, we heal and voids fill.
09-December-2022
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What I believe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Angela Tune
colouration of intent displaying love’s hue
flowing gently in mode embrace and release
with no remote viewing of the past or the future
there being within soul no aspect that has a desire
save of course a burning yearning to entwine hearts
momentarily estranged owing to memory erasure
knowing not in active cognition truth of being
sentience numbed to pulsations of rapture
borne by bliss magnetism at play within
with this recognition called upon to act
we cheerfully go through all the motions
of gentle persuasion employing love alone
as the medium of music setting up a rhythm
in vibrant nonchalance forecasting no outcome
flowing moment to moment enacting life’s role
attempting to hush the blush of pessimism
being but ripples created by lower mind
spawned by apprehensions of the ego
In the winding labyrinth of my consciousness,
where thoughts intertwine like threads in an endless story,
I realize that my entire life, all my love and hate,
all my memories and pain,
are just a single unchanging essence:
the same dream, always the same dream, locked in a hidden room,
a dream about what it means to be human.
And, like many dreams, at its end hides a monster,
a symbol of fear and the unknown,
slowly revealing itself in a murky light.
Through the melancholic meadows of my heart,
where the long shadows of the past dance in silence,
I delve into the understanding that every emotion,
every shattered hope and every dawn of dreams,
are but pulsations of the same dream.
A dream of being, wrapped in enigmas and desires,
in a room with doors of mystery.
And at every turn, the monster reveals its face,
with eyes moist from vague truths,
with a mouth thirsty for fears born of flesh and bone.
But the monster is not the enemy, but the guardian of the threshold,
the one who transforms passage into self-discovery.
In the cloaked shadow of that room,
where the dream weaves its web with threads of light and darkness,
we meet our own selves,
discovering that this fear is but a reflection
of the power and courage lying deep within us.
And so, the door slowly opens,
revealing a realm where monsters become allies,
where fears become pathways, and where man embraces his destiny,
in the warm light of a new dawn,
in that sacred light of self-becoming.
Ah! From the centreless fulcrum
I graze and caress each sensation
At play to the cadence of love rhythm
Renewal continual without cessation
Each node within bliss sensorium
Melding with the Ohm reverberation
Dance beauteous within my body prism
Polarities union heart’s celebration
Swaying to the breath pendulum
Seduction in gyrating slow motion
As both seen and unseen appear by turn
Essence of presence looks on in wonder
Magnetic currents bestow bliss burn
In resonance with the soundless thunder
Vaporised self has no niche for vibes stern
Disallowing cravings that would plunder
Subtle pulsations divine, I do discern
Mindful that no hearts be left asunder
Save love, all else false, life lesson I learn
Ensconced in bliss, purified heart tender
Vibrant exuberance is mine when alone
Nectar sublime does joy fragrance exude
The source, scriptures say is the pineal cone
So I wish not to be rude but prefer solitude
Imprints of love divine, etched in stone
Are ingrained in timeless time by fortitude
God bestowed benedictions we each do own
Radiating aura of splendorous beatitude
Thus mundane chatter, a noisy drone
Call it what you will; aloneness my attitude
08-November-2021
Leave Me Alone Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
13.2
“The body is strained by practices
The tongue tires of scripture
The mind numbs with meditation
Detached from all this,
I live as I am”
The matrix of in-form body consciousness
Employs limited bandwidths of vibration
Perceiving with defective awareness
Interpreting in patterned grooves of stagnation
Yoga, meditation, service or devotion
The rituals and forms but offer hypnotic solace
They offer temporary peace by reinforcing ego delusion
Falling way too short of connecting with Divine grace
The root of all limitation
Lies in association with the mind body combine
If we be as we are in childlike elation
With the pulsations of the Divine we automatically align
The flow thus being in the present moment continuum
Wherein we are as we are complete
In stillness observing movement of the maya pendulum
Always with the Divine nectar replete
(20-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 16-November-2021
Doing nothing, simply present
We are as are in our native element
Mindful eye of each pulsation cognisant
Body ages, memory fades, we learn
Misaligned from love, suffer, burn
Narrow cravings of ego upturn
God omnipresent, here within
Silence the void, where we begin
Feeling then, bliss throb on our skin
Ceasing to weigh and size, we vaporise
Receptive to each offered surprise
Feel oh hermit, magnetism rise
Exiting limited mind borne doership
Head-heart melds ending one-upmanship
Through day and night unending our worship
We negate not this here mind-body combine
Simply ceasing doing, with love we align
Playing earth role as God does assign
Nothing to be done, we’re bliss replete
Nodes within dance to the divine love beat
As magically rises within us, magnetic bliss heat