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The highest truth is God unmanifest,
one without a second, outside space-time,
resplendent in pristine glory undressed,
renews Himself in Himself as heart’s chime.
As subjective awareness all alone,
energy absolute held in Himself,
vibrant and blissful, occupies His throne,
existing thus as the absolute Self.
A playful intent in heart arises,
to behold His splendour in a mirror,
shape shifting reflection that surprises,
each appearance being His reverer.
To this end, space and time were created ~
In duality, worlds were created
In duality, worlds were created,
conjured in an instant, as of God’s will,
wherein His own polarities mated,
that love in each heart, seeming voids may fill.
Creation, maintenance and destruction,
became the shimmer of God’s lucid dream,
a never ending dance of seduction,
reflected as the glow of a moon beam.
Descent and ascent is the game divine,
where God’s spawned life form enters into trance,
led blindfold by love, for which all hearts pine,
taking life to be randomness of chance.
To awake from the dream is our mission,
ascending ladder of love’s emission.
Ascending ladder of love’s emission,
one that became two, becomes one again,
bliss dissolving ego’s inhibition
and cleansing heart of every lost borne stain.
When we pierce the bubble of time and space,
which occurs on choosing not to react,
ego recedes and God sees His own face,
knowing He is living light for a fact.
God alone is; ego does not exist,
which is realised in meditation,
wherein upon choosing not to resist,
we see our true Self, as God’s vibration.
Substratum of existence, poised in rest ~
The highest truth is God unmanifest
18.5
“The Self--which is
absolute, effortless, timeless,
immaculate-- is without limits
and at no distance from you
You are forever It”
Enigmatic space
Within & without
Face to face
We have no doubt
The substratum of the all
Upon which the Word resounds
Be it stillness or the squall
In, within and all around
(23-August-2019)
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Verse 18.5 revisited on 08-January-2022
Pristine, singular, absolute awareness
Restricted to mind-body consciousness
Is subjected to the power of maya illusion
Believing itself to be mind-body, a delusion
This dilemma being merely a hypnotic trance
From which we awake, when erect is our stance
Invoking inner polarity of both senses and thought
By resting in tranquil stillness, no longer fear fraught
Whereupon baton of our awareness reclaimed by soul
Infuses in us bliss vibrancy making us a seamless whole
Consciousness expands encasing the entire universe
Being our innate Self, so we’ve no need to rehearse
Our soul, within form, as indivisible God-essence
Purifies mind-body vessel in full luminescence
With the clear recognition that God alone is
Imbibing the rapturous magnetic bliss fizz
Partaking of here now, both the worlds
As light of truth is within us unfurled
“Emancipation (Kaivalya) is obtained when one realises the oneness of this Self with the universal Self, the Supreme Reality.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
from jiva, Atma to Paramatma
our ego, the Self and God absolute
this is the pathless path we need to cross
attained in stillness, if heart’s resolute
thought cessation exhumes fear and desire
starved of attention, our ego then dies
we then behold our Self as living light
where seeking ends, each heartbeat a sunrise
yet beyond Self is Brahman absolute
luminous darkness containing the all
God is the substratum of existence
the consciousness within which we stand tall
body-mind alone is caged in space-time
whilst transcendent Self mirrors God’s heartbeat
we all dwell in God and He dwells in us
recognising the truth, we feel complete
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To. Do. We
Find. meet. dive in
Learn. Lesson. constant
.Explore. Fearless. surrender
Be aware. & awake. conscious
Welcome. Actions irradiance
Problems. solution. Is resting
Activate. follows. in reality
.Enquiry. deeds. nesting
Xplore. seek. supra
Meet. find. Real
Self. Self. Self
IN. IN. IN
..GYAN —— KARMA —- BHAKTI
Standing on common ground
There many a exploring ways
no creation no manifestation
screen is the substratum
Witness of Projections
Of the very
SELF
Depending upon words as symbols employed,
we may label the absolute Self as God,
the substratum of existence unalloyed,
recognised in staid silence when heart has thawed,
that pristine presence, no longer by thoughts toyed,
dissolves all opposites, giving love our nod.
Everything that exists, is but God’s heartbeat,
mirrored as bliss heat that makes us feel complete.
In meditation space and time disappear,
where all that exists is the Self as God’s flame,
renewing itself in itself without fear,
Absolute Self motionless, always the same,
highly dense bright darkness and as we draw near,
we see the ultimate truth in life’s end game.
Obtaining clear sight, the mind of our heart knows,
that we are all in the boat God Himself rows.
On waking from sleep, no dream forms remain,
since they were but a mental projection,
so the cause of bondage is our thought chain,
caused by ego, deserving rejection.
Self is the substratum of existence,
so with focus fixed on this truth alone,
resting thoughts caused by ego’s insistence,
breath by breath our consciousness we so hone.
Dissolving all opposites in the heart,
befriending silence, invoking God’s grace,
recognising that no soul stands apart,
our steps towards truth, we slowly retrace.
As the dreamer wherefrom all worlds arose,
we’re the light of Self, in blissful repose.
All fulfilments of his nature attained, man is not merely a reflector of divine light but becomes actively united with Spirit. This state is Kaivalya, Oneness.
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Jesus said, ‘My Father and I are one’,
signalling that with ego vaporised,
aligned with God’s will, He shines like the sun,
substratum of existence realised.
Awareness held like a flicker-free flame,
heart tranquil, nonjudgmental eye single,
with enactment of God’s will, our sole aim,
we delight as bliss pheromones mingle.
Tweaking this lucid dream, as of God’s will,
there being no sense of separation,
love’s peace dove perches on heart’s window sill,
enlivening God’s cosmic vibration.
God’s energy is love and is expressed,
by childlike souls who are by His grace blessed.
Through waking, dreaming, deep sleep, death and swoon,
being wave forms on the ocean’s surface,
as is waxing and waning of the moon,
the substratum of existence is grace.
God’s grace is invoked when our mind is still,
purified heart free from fear and desire,
whence yoked with God’s will, voids within us fill,
ego consigned to the funeral fire.
Made in God’s image, we are living light,
one without a second, outside space-time,
recognised upon garnering clear sight,
when we’re lost in love betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
We are not the body, we are not this ~
We are existence, consciousness and bliss
when ego truly dissolves
with no phoenix like resurrection
presence is still but the world revolves
seen then as but a thought form projection
not one with but rather as the energy field
as the very substratum of all existence
truth of God unmanifest is revealed
from Whom there is no distance
luminous darkness of high density
motionless consciousness as the all
potent power hum of infinite immensity
within itself creates worlds as a bliss squall
we as a spark of God are in fact the whole
limitation arises from flawed perception
save exhuming ego there is no goal
duality is a matrix of deception
we are God’s self-existent light
fragrance of love is our effulgence
bliss our nature that we frolic in delight
as bliss dew drops on all nodes condense
Written: February 12, 2025 for Ink Empress Poetry Contest
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In the tumultuous twilight of
my wimpy seascape
I twist in torment
wandering through
wondrous woods,
awash with vibrant vistas and fragrant foliage.
My katabatic soul yearns for a soothing balm,
as the earth reverberates with abyssal emotions.
Beneath the intricate embroidery of my substratum,
bleeding bold hues into celestial heights,
wrestling with the wondrous warmth
of love within this sanctuary.
I mourn the delicate flesh
that once pulsed within me,
paying heartfelt tribute
to the soul that has departed.
Coexisting collectively for five decades
snowflakes silently settle, while the serene sea,
cradles a speechless seagull
and solitary seashells.
Radiant roses intertwine with rugged thorns,
alongside sandy shores and shimmering seas—each
glance at majestic palms
revealing beauty in its complexity.
My soul swirls in a simmering
cauldron of desires,
colliding with constellations and
luminous orbs as dusk settles.
I cradle the cardinal grief as
a potent elixir, meticulously
concocted by the cosmos.
Through thick fogs and dusky dimness,
I shape my treasured dreams
into the breathing bounds,
aspiring to mend the mighty
fissures in life's lofty ledges
with clarity and compassion.
The wretched waves wail.
In a sea of weeping roses,
I drift like a whisper carried by the wind,
extravagant in harmony with hazy waves
where storms of panic are in the bosom of hollow shade
I yearn to be North Star on the horizon
that shuns showing the ostentatious apex of lucent love
Will the twists of time still tether our tenderness?
My spirit is similar to a blossom bound in the biting breeze.
Seeks shelter in the celestial shadows as it soars.