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as we plot our thoughts
spiralling orbits ego begot
we notice inherent emptiness
desires rooted in consciousness
stagnating amidst fleeting illusions
plunging awareness in dark delusion
having so recognised we choose to shift
discontent with being in this way adrift
we look for that attribute in us eternal
negating this mind body ephemeral
seeing hidden openly in plain view
bubbling joy in our heart renews
here and now innate thisness
unchanging breath of aliveness
depends not upon shifting horizon
being void of silent pristine meditation
connecting us in fullness with the universe
far cry from narrow ego domain urgings coarse
we were always home rapturous in blissful embrace
attention drifting in hypnotic trance fall from grace
no harm done for love outpouring is unconditional
we linger no longer to make cognition spherical
vaporising identity with love pulsation melding
transmuting ‘I’ to ‘I Am’ in Gods light glowing
03-April-2021
Mohonk Mountain House is a rapturous place
where we love to visit and walk the long trails;
partake in its charming Victorian grace.
A mystical ambiance- there still prevails.
A manor-like hotel for overnight guests,
we managed to sleep there a Saturday night.
The hallways were long, and at once did suggest
past visions we'd seen which left us with much fright.
Contraptions, wall-mounted, held hoses wound up
with nozzles at end placed to put out a fire.
So much like a movie, we'd seen where setup
did look much the same and so dreadfully dire.
That night, we awoke with some noises we heard
that sounded as though they were right in our room.
A voice giggling loudly- now this was absurd,
as women-like shadows quick-heightened our gloom.
We managed to sleep, but woke up- from a dream?
Fire hoses were chasing us down the long hall!
The nozzles were faces with teeth, made us scream!
They smothered and bit us in that horrid brawl.
Next morning we saw, on the desk, a brochure,
a story which made our hair stand up on end,
that Stephen King frequented Mohonk- proved sure,
ghosts helped shape 'The Shining'- that horror he penned!
Relentless yearning tints unrestrained
the spectral edge of the halcyon horizon,
where the nascent scarlet sun unveils
the facade of the decorous dawn,
brings to me across the million miles
of dreaming detour corridor,
the sparkle of the sapphire sea,
shining with the tinge of avid allure.
I stand whelmed at the finite fringe
of the primordial vastness vista.
Its ceaseless vigor coiling
the collapsing crests of the swelling waves,
once had brought the relics
of the drowned mariners to the shore,
returned with their memory
to the fathomless serenity of oblivion.
The embrace of the silver sheet washes
your bone-fringed footprints on the beach.
As the melancholic waves sing
to the moonbeam ballet of the blue night,
I search for my lost mermaid,
floating away on the stardust trail,
and sets sail on the serenading winds
to where my heart is.
A rolling pebble tossing lonesome
with the rhythm of the tides of time,
I’m submerged in the sea of sanguinity
of the rapturous reverie.
Through my fingers I don’t let
the golden fervent sands slip,
for I turn the bones to ivory,
design a dainty diadem for you.
The slow route, no shortcuts please
Delusion removal one step at a time
As layer by layer we gently unfreeze
To entwine with divine love sublime
Picking up any aberration, say desire
We struggle not, simply change direction
Turning inwards divine ignition afire
We imbibe & assimilate blissful elation
Or flipping desire, we encounter fear
Rooted in ephemerality, a mere illusion
Turning within we draw divine love near
Rapturous bliss renewing its ignition
We hurry not, pausing to smell the roses
The journey more beautiful than imagination
Adroitly sidestepping ego’s alluring poses
In tune with Ohm in an unending continuation
I treasure ever,
Your warmest embrace my love.
It captivates my soul pure!
I see your dear look—
Mesmerized by your presence.
Your touch is so rapturous!
I taste your warm lips,
Luscious and most inviting.
They excite my passion so!
I love so your smile,
So pure, cheerful, radiant.
It fascinates me always!
Your touch is magic;
Your presence stirs my passion;
Our emotions now on fire!
Our bodies meet pure;
They unite one locked in love;
Sublime ecstasy complete!
Our love is now one,
And our shared passion is true.
Our destiny is now one!
So as I write this
My Sweet—I think of you now,
And our love so wonderful—
Your warmest embrace My Love!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(January 9, 2015)(Choka)
Closing ears we do cognise
A distinct soundless thunder
Inner sound current surprise
An innate unceasing wonder
A subtle background sound
Of crickets softly chirping
In the background resound
As of forest at night sleeping
Divine nectar as it outpours
Upon arriving at heart spacial
Unstruck sound as Ohm roars
An unending divine miracle
Magnetic pulse has its say
Manifesting rapturous bliss
In spasms of delight we sway
Transfixed in the divine caress
Recognition of all as vibration
The very source of existence
We choose pulse of resonation
As of measure of our innocence
05-August-2020
“My music is best understood
by children and animals.”
_Igor Stravinsky
So rapturous is music with its sounds
that stir emotions deep within the heart;
to enter in a realm that has no bounds
in soothing mind and body from the start.
So rapturous is music, it can draw
earth species both on land and sea to come
and listen to the source, transfixed in awe-
alone or with a group, entranced become.
Mysterious, how music casts a spell
with dulcet sounds that soon beguile the mind;
and as we humans know it very well-
so do our earthly creatures, now we find.
The joyous sound of music, widely shared-
can rapture all who listen while it is aired.
Fill us with love's music,
Oh sweet, rapturous day,
Fill earth with your music,
A song of peace to stay.
I hear Love's power
echoing...
A tune within the breeze,
A gentle loving whisper
Through branches,
twigs and leaves.
Imbue us with thy music,
Oh, give to us love's song!
Sweet power of hope amusing,
Golden Day,
We'll sing along.
I dream a tune of harmony,
In notes of lilting joy,
Perceive in hope, earth yonder,
For each future girl and boy.
Oh, fill us with joy's music
Dear, sweet, glorious day,
Your song caress of
wonder,
Twill never fade away.
Imbue on us your music,
Oh, greet us in the dawn!
May revelations of pure love reign
And joy live ever on.
aching blazing
ceaseless desire-
erotic fathomless greedy heavenly
incomparable jubilant keening love
magically nurturing
overflowing penetrating
quivering ~
rapturous
sublime throbbing unparalleled-
velvety wanton
xade yearning zig-a-zag-ah
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September 22, 2015
ABC
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Note:
xade is a French adjective for ultimate perfection, as in a beautiful man
zig-a-zag-ah is from the Urban Dictionary meaning to enjoy oneself
"The streams are my veins."
God search begin, by choosing quietude;
All that remains, is consciousness aware.
With bliss mists ethereal, heart’s imbued,
As love in love with love, with love does pair.
Our form’s forged from earth, water, fire and air,
Enslaved by lower mind, whose thinking’s crude,
Enmeshing our soul in thought spirals snare.
God search begin, by choosing quietude.
Thus, mind no longer to illusions glued,
We set to rest ego spawned thought form snare,
Negating fears and desires that intrude;
All that remains, is consciousness aware.
Stream of liquid light, pure beyond compare,
Nectar of God, makes rapturous our mood,
Wherein innocently choosing to dare,
With bliss mists ethereal, heart’s imbued.
Moment to moment, bliss beats are renewed,
With God Himself, in heart taking the chair,
That we imbibe His grace with gratitude,
As love in love with love, with love does pair.
We meld with the flow, with nary a care,
Stopping to conquer, soul gains altitude,
Beginning with love, a lifelong affaire.
Stream of bliss vivifies our solitude:
God search begin!
03-August-2022
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