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Bliss renews like our breath, slow and steady,
gripping us in all-time meditation,
wherein feeling both tranquil and heady,
aware of the magnetic pulsation,
we do nothing while we’re being transformed,
prayerful gratitude our attitude,
that as last bastions of darkness are stormed,
cognisant of our soul’s infinitude,
we watch patterns of old being erased,
lower mind being instrumentalised,
leaving presence wonderstruck and amazed,
truth of singularity realised.
With fullness in emptiness now the norm ~
We surrender to God’s benign bliss storm
We surrender to God’s benign bliss storm,
caused when polarities in form mingle,
where all we do is to the pulse conform,
as in stillness our eye becomes single,
with ego spawned delusion peeled away,
we entwine with the dweller of our heart,
moment by moment and day after day,
deeming all souls as one and none apart,
all this enabled without any fuss,
where even as life flows on by itself,
at peace and at ease aboard God’s bliss bus,
in time recognising the light of Self.
The reality that is, transcends time ~
The heartbeat of Self mirrors bliss beat’s chime
The heartbeat of Self mirrors bliss beat’s chime,
emanating from God Himself of course
being realm of heaven where we so climb,
effortlessly without employing force,
that thus beholding Self as living light,
we see we’re made in the image of God,
so to that extent the scriptures are right,
though to reach there our heart must be first thawed,
letting go of each conditioned belief
and completely relinquishing desire,
that in this manner, turning a new leaf,
we transform as the very cosmic fire.
Consciousness has deemed that we are ready ~
Bliss renews like our breath, slow and steady
I dwell in quietude, just as I am,
with erst fears and desires long since renounced,
negating every patterned thought program,
that the light of Self may dawn unannounced.
Free from bondage of anticipation,
flowing with ease, mode embrace and release,
bliss drenched heart attuned to love’s vibration,
lets kundalini do as it does please.
From time to time, ego still does surface,
oceanic waves viewed in nonchalance,
ripples in the void, erased by God’s grace,
hum of bliss magnetism my soul’s response.
Be we awake or at night when I yawn,
each life breath I take ushers a new dawn.
Each life breath I take ushers a new dawn,
as a benign burn in mind-body urn,
that heartbeat by heartbeat as I’m reborn,
my life as I know it, takes a new turn.
Transformed from inside out, I’m free from doubt,
imbibing God’s blessings that come my way,
moving like a child as I go about,
Holy Spirit making love my mainstay.
Trusting divine currents to carry me,
to be truthful, there is nothing I do,
since with ego exhumed, my soul is free,
simply watching bliss beats within renew.
Though I’ve been by others overtaken,
poised in the void, I remain unshaken.
Poised in the void, I remain unshaken,
deeming all coordinates as equal,
knowing in timeless time I’ll awaken
and the dream being played has a sequel.
My spiritual growth is optimised,
fate as ordained unfolding as ordained,
so I bide my time till God’s realised
and light of clear truth in my heart ingrained.
My heart’s resolve too is a gift from God,
wherein all I do is proclaim intent,
pathless path of soul’s rise leaving me awed,
revealing my true form luminescent.
Deeming all rituals as but a scam,
I dwell in quietude, just as I am.
We paused to reflect where we are headed,
recognising the transience of earth life,
where pleasure delights but pain is dreaded,
futile seeming needless struggle and strife,
before probing how peace may be attained,
in as a state that does not come and go,
we peered into our heart and found it stained,
enmeshed in desires we’re loathe to forgo,
so we took a step backwards to discern,
why our attention orbits body-mind,
which is doomed to die and in which we burn,
simply since head is not with heart aligned,
being the cause of our inner conflict,
since vibrations we choose are not hand picked.
Since vibrations we choose are not hand picked
but rather governed by feral cravings,
it would appear that our soul has been tricked
by incessant cries of ego’s ravings,
propelled by thought, so putting it on pause,
as an experiment, we remained still
and by doing so, found we are the cause,
as the sole actuator of our will,
so with no one to blame we concluded
that if voids within our heart are to fill,
thoughts must be from our presence excluded
employed when required but otherwise not,
silence our default mode, where we’re self-taught.
Silence our default mode, where we’re self-taught,
where present as awareness in stillness,
with no mundane battles left to be fought,
befriending the void, path of our wellness,
we flowed gently though life in witness mode
and found all acts are solely by God done,
so breath by breath singing to Him an ode,
in time our aura glowed like yonder sun,
propelled by power of bliss magnetism,
recalibrating our form in stages,
fully illumining mind-body prism,
implanting in us wisdom of sages
and this way, head and heart with love wedded,
we paused to reflect where we are headed.
#5: The Morning After
Shifting affects all their pulled souls; constant,
seized stares engage dawning crystals; bred views.
Child-like cherubs guide giggling stars; enchant,
Pegasus prepped and harnessed; controlled crews,
sprawled winged bats whorl descends barricaded,
midnight submerged shades Admiral cool blues.
Swamp aroused, croaks, leaps, buzzes, and waded,
Luna merged descension, picturesque views,
a deserved tired town, abandoned lagoon,
cows standing in their beds as the grass grows,
a milkman's leaving whistles a suite tune,
farm life kickers, kitchens light flicker glows.
Cherubs hook up the small wagon and hold,
as Sol draws the reigns; Chariot of Gold.
We watch in wonderment, light dawn in us,
even as we rest in peaceful repose,
distanced from thought forms, designed to nonplus
our caged consciousness, fragrant like a rose.
God dwells in our heart, ego in the head
and we have been given freedom to choose,
by which impulse we prefer to be led,
shaping our life upon which we then cruise.
If truth be the filter distilling thought,
God’s will is enacted by us on earth,
elixir of love untying heart’s knot,
whence we surf waves of fate bubbling in mirth.
Silence is the path we’ve embarked upon ~
With each breath intake, we’re again reborn
With each breath intake, we’re again reborn,
looking neither back nor ahead in time,
outcomes any, nonchalant is our yawn,
since there are no peaks which we wish to climb.
As the light of God ensouling this form,
body-mind is but like a car we drive,
thus with strobes of love and light we conform
and with pure intent, flame of truth revive.
Content as we are, there is no seeking,
for we are a dweller of the vast void,
heeding whispers of God, in us speaking,
obeying which, delusion is destroyed.
Rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd ~
For us, Om is God’s gong, His holy word
us, Om is God’s gong, His holy word,
a throb that arises all on its own,
divine magnetism by which nodes are stirred,
benediction bestowed on us alone.
Suffused with cool heat from head till our feet,
we slowly begin to metamorphose,
aligning presence to the cosmic beat,
dance of delight, striking a joyful pose.
In timeless time when ego has capsized,
transcending space-time, we as living light,
meet God face to face and truth’s realised,
becoming the flame that banishes night.
God’s touch is love; we’ve boarded His bliss bus ~
We watch in wonderment, light dawn in us
Written By: D. Collins 3/8/19
I wish you could have taken this ride with me.
By now, they'd be calling us both a rarity.
Who would've thunk it? Or, thought we'd survive?
Who would've given us a chance of still being alive?
Two strong, black men well into their late fifties.
I dread you're not here to take the ride with me.
When I took a left, you made a right.
God called you home to sit by His side.
Yet, I feel you standing to the right of me.
Keeping me calm. Putting me back on a leash.
If the world only knew what we have lost.
That breath of fresh air, right before the floss.
I sure wish you could have took that ride with me.
Don't worry little brother. I'm still Big-Brotherly.
If they party in Heaven, there's one thing I want to say...
Let God and every Angel know that it is your birthday.
A descension of value bows night scenes,
the purple canopy edges its hoist,
spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen,
Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced.
A loyal guest calls, it's the Sandhill Cranes,
dancing lessons, fields fattening corn orts,
pecking and choosing established campaigns.
Last state, go afoul, -- a date with the courts.
Locals aid their tally, most from afar,
It is nature's clock, all good things must end,
fly north to breed, and brood, and up to par,
A month's here, till next year, that's how the trend.
Awnings grey, triumphant stirs, the tension,
inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension.
The sun caresses my skin on this hot summers day.
It would be wonderful for a slight rain to splash on my
skin in such a way.
I should love it if a cool breeze came floating by.
Time seems to be going by slowly these days.
I hear the words whispered from his lips.
"Don't go all shy on me now".
As his fingertips caress the length of my spine.
We lay naked on the top of the summer meadow.
A kiss on the lips, a kiss on the hips.
I saw the cranes fly, as I moved to his touch.
They flew from the edge of the pond, below us.
As we were spread out on the large quilt.
High on the peak, I with my book of prose.
Him, with his glistening body dripping beads of sweat.
I've come to these's highlands since I could remember.
This place was a staple of my childhood, in fact, this
mountain hilltop belonged to my grandparents.
His words rolled on the slight movement in the air.
" Be still", "it was our little game we played".
As he traced the nap of my neck with his tongue
And found his way to my lips, our tongues entwined
like ivy on the forest walls.
We had been friends since the age of twelve.
That's when his parents bought the adjoining land.
You taste like sweet mountain honey, " all mine".
He knew his touch inflamed my senses, as finger
tips caressed his muscles, as nails pierced his skin.
He knew he drove me crazy, as I drifted into bliss.
Though still fully aware of his every touch, every
rhythm of our heartbeats kept tempo with our inferno lust.
His every touch reminded me why I kept coming back for
the summer vacations, besides my grandparents being old.
In fact, this would be the last two days of summer pleasure.
I wouldn't want to lose my editing job, back in the city.
I felt his eager body quiver as we moved together in time.
As he pressed his hips against mine, it was all I could do.
Lovely woman, you are my summers favorite delight !!!
Jan. 7, 2013 Monday 10 pm
I haven't written one like this in about five years.
Thought I'd give it a try.
Written By: D. Collins 6/23/23
Let's all take a serious journey down memory lane.
From where the world's current oppressors originally came.
Didn't Vikings conquer, pillage, purge, and even rape?
Spread their seed around Europe then later invade the states?
When you got to America genealogy suddenly kicked in.
You became Vikings and slaughtered Native Americans.
If there is documented proof of where you actually come from?
Own up to the fact that your blood is Scandinavian.
Many years later you still rear your ugly heads.
In the form of Jim Jordan(s) with courts in your beds.
To all the states trying to wipe Black History away.
Since we were freed as slaves, we are here to stay.
We send billions to Ukraine and not a dime to Haiti or Sudan.
As far as I can tell, it fits right into the Viking plan.
Once you have forced submission and allowed to take over.
You blend into society, then pretend you have culture.
As, we were the first, we'll be standing in the end.
Regardless of the obstacles placed around every bend.
How could one ever believe anything you would say?
When the Viking bloodline is encoded in your DNA.
Written By: D. Collins 3/15/24
It hits close to home when it comes to truth.
About the stuff that went down in World War II.
While Russia was delivering the knockout blow.
We were Shanghaiing scientist on the low.
That pissed the Russians off like never before.
Thus, the beginning of the existing Cold War.
Those same Nazi scientists we had scurried away.
Started what is the NASA that we know today.
Instead of sharing the wealth for everyone's gain.
We chose to deceive to stay ahead of the game.
We created animosity and a serious lack of trust.
Now, improved Nazi rockets are pointed right at us.