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“twice born, we live on”
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we are lost, as long as ...
we wish to keep the cake
and eat it too
left foot in one boat
right in the other
sitting on the fence ...
we are lost, as long as ...
we thus vacillate
our attention oscillates
between the ego
grasping and seizing
and our spirit
prayerfully connecting ...
we are lost, as long as ...
we are deaf
to voice of conscience
preferring to rely
on fragmented thought
impelled by ego
amidst fleeting illusions
in the external
with regrets of past
fear of future
rooted in attachments
causation of stagnation
in feral desires ...
we are free when ...
we recognise the truth
that we are not mind body
but spirit unbound
here for a sojourn
for a breath of fresh air
to experience earth life
as a separate entity
although interconnected
with all of existence
vibrationally by love
being Gods energy
omnipresent ...
we are free when ...
we accept the limitations
of mind body
knowing we have so chosen
to experience duality
that love yearning for love
to feel complete
magnetically aligns
head and heart
igniting the Sushumna
with bliss electricity
a climax of ecstasy
in renewal continual
in permanence
within ...
we are free when ...
as the object here manifest
by us the subject pure spirit
one with God consciousness
when we as object quieten
resting ego borne thought
entering void of silence
initially in meditation
which by prioritisation
becomes our orientation
thereby hollowing out form
getting to emptiness
a spacial voidness
of no-thingness
wherein suffused with love
in its beauteous hues
self and Self align
as mind body vaporises ...
“who are you looking for, oh hermit
there is no one here!”
15-December-2020
recognising whatever is manifest
is finite, perishable and doomed to die
including the life giving luminous sun
we shift our focus to vast, enigmatic space
invisible, unchanging, holding all in its womb
in everything yet affected by nothing
is this the noumena, we wonder
in staid silence, melding with the void
all that remains is awareness self-aware
attention animated, poised in no-thingness
metaphorically our mind-body too has vaporised
sensing by touch, our vibrant soul presence
transcends need to feel the contrast of duality
with focus held firm, our eye becomes single
we then see the fabric of space begin to flicker
revealing that subtle as it is, it too is an entity
being a gigantic cocoon holding all that is manifest
in a whirlpool of toroidal magnetic force field
energised by the eternal light that lights all lights
thus shimmering through the pores of skin of space
which we now behold in astonishment and wonderment
If we be empty,
nothing should be taboo,
whence poised in stillness,
bliss magnetism we woo.
The inner sound current
hums in the background,
being the veil though which
the noumena is found.
The void of no-thingness
or life here manifest,
coordinate any,
our presence is at rest.
Bliss mirrors our heartbeat,
shape shifting as peace,
when our eye is single
and thought forms we release.
Sages of old caution,
save by bilocation,
we would always fall short
of true liberation.
Omnipresence is still,
having nowhere to go,
yet feels each sensation
of every heart’s glow.
Lost in dream worlds conjured,
though there are no chains,
cessation enables
cleansing of heart’s stains.
We are the magician,
who has caged light innate
and now on earth strive,
to walk through heaven’s gate.
Written for the contest, ‘Epiphany’
sponsored by Constance La France
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Trapped in a routine, not of my liking,
I saw my life spinning out of control,
through highs and lows atop fate’s Ferris wheel,
wherein outcomes any, my soul’s light dimmed,
on recognising conscience stood betrayed,
strangled by none else, my wayward ego.
Something deep within my heart was broken,
needing healing but I did not know how,
so poised in the dark dungeons of despair,
stepping back I became a mute witness
to labours of mind and my troubled heart,
looking at their movements with dispassion.
Relinquishing ownership over thought,
polarising consciousness so to speak,
my body-mind became an instrument,
used by us to experience earth life,
so in a mindfulness continuum,
my fulcrum slowly became void-centric.
Having discarded conditioned beliefs,
resolving to remain still forever,
it came to pass on a sunny morning,
my form was suffused with bliss magnetism,
felt within as rapture ineffable,
paving way for kundalini to rise.
In a single swoosh, liquid light then rose,
from the root, all the way up to the crown,
passing through a small orifice therein,
so to pass through, I had to choose to die,
by dissolving myself in this torrent,
whence my formless self went into the void.
In inky black darkness, I felt alive,
for within no-thingness, energy hummed,
wherein the voice of God spoke, loud and clear,
imparting wisdom known to very few,
at the source of life, outside space and time,
wherefrom all manifestations arise.
The following day, I invited God
to dwell in my heart, making it His home
and as I wished, so it was, instantly,
as spirit pervaded each cell of form,
in a manner clearly cognisable,
illumining me with love, light and bliss.
We as the subject, look at any object,
noticing space that separates us is still,
the void of no-thingness mind cannot bisect,
omnipresent yet exercising no will,
so what space really is, we introspect,
reflecting in silence, from soul’s window sill.
In staid stillness we sense our presence expand,
then truth of space we begin to understand.
Melding with the void, concepts are discarded,
wherein present as formless awareness pure,
the form we ensoul, is by bliss bombarded,
whence earth life tests then, we easily endure
and with no attachments left to be guarded,
softened soul presence in time becomes demure,
whereupon flickers in space are by us seen,
piercing through its pores, deep wisdom we so glean.
God’s light that lights all lights, enlivens space too,
signalling that though it holds us in its womb,
it also depends on God’s pulse to renew,
that as all life forms in it, with aplomb zoom,
it is silence alone that offers a clue
to truth of space, as ignorance we deplume.
Ceasing to weigh and size, though we vaporise,
who in truth God is, we’re yet to realise.
“If you would merge with oneness, vaporise!
Be a child again, welcoming surprise!”
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Immersed in limitation
Shrouded in darkness
Feeling thus confined
We flounder about
Hither and thither
Searching for joy
Bliss in permanence
Yet our heart senses
That we are far more
Than this mind body
With senses externalised
Lower mind fragmenting
Trying to piece together
The puzzle of life
Without success
Thus in delusion
Hypnotised by illusions
We strive and struggle
Hoping for a miracle
Which instantly appears
No sooner we ask
As voice of conscience
Echoing Gods will
Which has but one vibration
Love unconditional
Here begins a struggle
Between head and heart
Between ego and the divine
Former seizing, grasping
The latter, sharing, connecting
We recognise
That the voice of truth
Is that of conscience
Yet, we fear to lose
Fleeting images garnered
Or which we yearn for
Since we are clinging
To ego mind body
Stagnating in ferality
Trapped by our own hand
Unable to escape
It is then
That God in His compassion
Extends us a hand
Showing us the clear light
Of immutable truth eternal
By posing challenges
By signalling the futility
Of chasing a mirage
Illusionary thought forms
Which is what
All manifestations are
Thus when so graced
We begin to look inwards
In silence and stillness
Thought rested awareness
Doing nothing
Simply resting
Poised in the void
Of no-thingness
Desireless
Fearless
Detached
Nonchalant
Unexpectant
In timeless time
In as ordained
Attention is softened
Thoughts are quietened
Ego cravings recede
The external fades
As we get to
Vibrant emptiness
Thus we are
Thus we remain
For as long as it takes
Toxins within cleansed
Our earth life vessel
This mind body
Is readied
To receive the elixir
The magnetic impulse
Of Gods bountiful love
In boundless measure
The paths are many
We know them not
For we are not the doer
God alone is the mover
In childlike trust
Aspect allowing
We imbibe the bliss
Scintillating
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He is that who may not be named
We too are as He, oh hermit
Within heart as the turret
Our divinity unstained
05-December-2020
Contest: The light N/A
During sleep, we dream. Sometimes, we day dream too! The dream is not possible, unless we are present as a dreamed object or witness therein, amidst myriad illusions, over which we have no control. What we do have, if we are cognisant, is awareness that all manifestations are but fleeting thought forms of our own creation, knowing the underlying oneness of all forms manifest. So far, so good! We, the dreamer, then awake from one dream into another ad infinitum, until all desire borne thought forms, upon exhaustion, melt into the void of no-thingness.
subject object merge
in the field of awareness
the dreamer awakes
21-November-2020
Self-aware consciousness simply present
In the void of no-thingness
To impulse of desire and aversion sentient
Whilst breathing in blissfulness
Remains entwined with oneness
Our choice to be thus, in a witness stance
Awareness held flicker free
Signals preference to hold steady vibrance
By the flow of life buoyed
Negated, since by mind toyed
Thus cessation pointless if but a mind game
Fruitful if love our intent
Holding true by resonation our heart’s aim
Acceptant and content
In fullness, bliss luminescent
Memory borne thought forms do tend to intrude
Beliefs being delusion
Meditation then foiled by such patterns crude
As an ego suggestion
Dreamy imagination
Love’s the divine force, that propels us along
So let’s accept this-ness here now
Rekindling innocence, singing the love song
Resistanceless, each throb allow
Asking not, what, where, when, how
Oh weary lama, the layers of mind are subtle
Hold back not, divine embrace
Heart our temple, soul shaped on the mantle
Know life’s not a puzzle to lace
Make easy pace, for all is grace
26-December-2021
In a time dissolved stillness continuum, awareness self-aware, floating agendalessly in the void of no-thingness, vibrationally beheld the boundaryless, soft white, self-existent living light of God, pervading all space, as soul presence looked on, awestruck in astonishment and wonderment at this ethereal spectacle! Karmic forms, representing debts of love owed presented themselves for justice and conflict resolution, which was readily agreed to but then God Himself in His boundless loving grace, mercy and compassion dissolved all past sins, drawing in the weary soul, being but an individuated aspect of His sublime essence, back into His heart, wherefrom the soul had first embarked upon his endless journey in the fierce winds of duality.
having seen we know
all that is, is love and light ~
there is no one here
06-February-2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
deepening stillness quietly
by accentuating presence
and softening attention
in receptive silence
enriched by trust and love
melding with the flow
of the one consciousness
manifest as individuated form ...
deepening stillness thus
devoid of lower mind
memory imagery rested
as also expectation
or anticipation
cognisant of each life pulse
as of bestowed enableability
flavours of divine imbibed ...
deepening stillness in the void
of no-thingness vibrational
mind body instrument responds
by resonating gently
with prismatic hues of love
vivified by bliss magnetism
osmotically percolating within
suffusing each pore of form ...
there is no one here, oh hermit
who may pass on this knowing
02-March-2021
'Your best free verse so far this year' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton