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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
Once we were the greatest of friends
We enjoyed each other’s company
We could talk to each other for hours
We talked about anything and everything
Nothing was off limits or sacred between us
I used to love to make you laugh and smile
I never thought you did enough of either
You once said that we had a special connection
I thought nothing could ever come between us
I thought you would always be a part of my life
I thought we would be friends until the end
I cared for you to the very depths of my soul
I came to love you for unique reasons
Your difficult life made me crazy with worry
Your silence only served to make that worse
I would wonder if you were hurt or dead
I foolishly tried to be your everything
knowing full well that was impossible
but that did not keep me from trying
because you were always worth it to me
Once we were the greatest of friends
You once said you had a big heart
but there was no room in it for me
You must hate me to your very core
You knew nothing would hurt me more
than to leave me writhing in confusion
behind your unrelenting wall of silence
forever to wonder if you are dead or alive
silently praying that your life got less scary
because I will never stop caring about you
I refuse to give up on you like others have
You and others may think me a fool
but realize that I do not have it in me
to do to you what you are doing to me
I truly hope you are in a better place now
and nothing but good ever comes to you
I hope you find everything you seek in life
Maybe someday before I take my final journey
you will realize the kind of friend you had in me
Hopefully someday you will find a way to forgive me
for being crazy enough about you to foolishly believe
that I could fill all the voids and vacuums in your life
that others deliberately caused or callously left behind
Perhaps someday you will finally come to understand
that I did this because I believed you were far better
than the sum of all your mistakes and bad judgments.
When I looked at you I never saw just another woman
who had simply been ravaged by life and left broken
I saw what I believed was a “Masterpiece Undefined”
Alas maybe I am nothing more than a crazy blind dreamer
stumbling through life seeing only the very best in people
daring to believe that I can make them see what I see.
Some people out there
run their mouth without care,
don’t know history,
think this a tragedy.
So good we have it,
but still they talk sh-t,
empty and hollow,
demand others follow.
If life’s not perfect
they think they can reject,
throw out all the good,
and declare that they should;
trying to fill voids
only God could enjoin,
their bitterness grows
until joy they can’t know.
We built the dream,
know what it means,
have to live free,
it’s our damn birthright.
Here hope prevailed,
tyranny failed,
ignore their wails,
join in the good fight.
Done with their squawking,
socialistic talking,
nuts…
They murdered Charlie,
you know they’d do it to
us…
Some people in life
have to reject what’s right,
it highlights inside
what they hope to hide;
cannot self-reflect,
so they have to project,
that’s how they deflect
from a soul that’s been wrecked.
Some people, you see,
elevate jealousy,
think it justifies
tearing down those who try.
It makes their life hell,
can’t keep it to themselves,
try to pull us all down,
that we cannot allow.
We built the dream,
know what it means,
have to live free,
it’s our damn birthright.
Here hope prevailed,
tyranny failed,
ignore their wails,
join in the good fight.
Done with their whining,
bullying through crying
crap…
Cutting on children
nobody can tolerate
that…
We built the dream,
know what it means,
have to live free,
it’s our damn birthright.
Here hope prevailed,
tyranny failed,
ignore their wails,
join in the good fight.
Never say sorry
for building the very
best…
If they could hack it
they wouldn’t settle for
less…
Down secret streets, I glide
Down boulevards that twist and turn
Down the lanes of lost imagery
I have seen in vacant rooms
Of awakenings
Of wandering shadows
Your eyes of deep opaque sea
Like dreams unknown unseen
Where a halo of Sons fire burns
around a black hole
full of dark secrets
I see roads deep in the abyss
Strange days of bliss
I would war to heaven via hells
gate for the keys to your soul
I would explore the secret streets of your desire
I will light hearts sacred scarlet fire
I pick your bitter rose
I bleed on its righteous thorns
I want you, no other
But your essence wrapped around another
Deep is my abyss
How can I be blessed
Down secret streets
I fly in grand galleries
Lost images, memory
Vacant rooms full
of your shadow
Old furies
An Aqua season in infinity
Of sun fire haloed in apogee
Black voids I am lost in odd rooms
Unknown unformed
I regress to canyons of solitude
Without you, I alone dwell
in darkrooms of my soul
I see you lingering
Dappled in the flickering lights
from heavens war, a pale figure
Of mechanical thoughts in Melancholy
I wander down secret streets
Lonely roads to nowhere
Full of oblique shadows
Where you may transgress
Your shadow lingers on my soul
Down thy inner realms where no one roams
“The path is simple: shift from head to heart ~
Stretch tranquil silence, adding love to cart”
~ quote by poet
Heart contractions bog us down,
when in fear torrents we drown
unless we just stretch and yawn,
awaiting onset of dawn.
To be as such, is a choice,
heeding whispers of soul’s voice,
renouncing desire and fear,
having faith that God is near.
Transient life is but a dream,
where myriad thought forms stream
wherein if we stretch the pause,
we see our soul, free from flaws.
Enabled by touch divine,
head and heart with love align,
whence within space-time thus stretched,
God’s grace in our heart is etched.
Let’s stretch mind-body balloon,
that in joy, nodes within swoon,
with bliss beats within on rise,
breath by breath, to our surprise.
Simply surrendering will,
voids within our form soon fill
and we transform as God’s light,
our aura pure and soft white.
The totality
Of our reality
Rests on a loss of morality
More and more I see the shame
Every partner points the blame
Accountability leaves the brain
While innocent youth are going insane
Who will put a stop to this endless war?
Our family unit needs to be restored
Who will stand up and say it’s enough
The counterfeit lie that they have to be tough
Searching for love in all the wrong places
Can’t fill that void with different faces
Selfish pursuits and hopeless endeavors
Ultimately leaves ones soul lost in forever
The vanity… is insanity
Its society’s physical profanity
When will our hearts melt once more?
When will we love what we were made for?
We swore we wouldn’t repeat our parent’s mistakes
And now our neighborhoods are filled with a bunch of
Fakes
Snakes
That make big mistakes
Not man enough, to own up, get healed and be right
Obsessions have taken over righteous appetites
The quick-fix seems to be the common way
If we humbled ourselves and repentantly prayed
The voids would subside
We would not have to hide
And Gods light would transform
Every self-inflicted storm.
BY: Sabina Nicole
First there was oblivion, before emptiness began
Then everything grew from a (dot) and so forth into man
Using reverse extrapolation, large brains, and a plan
Intelligent beings worked this out, as only they can
Logic itself explains two plus two, if you do the math
Belief invokes a loving god, yet threatens words of wrath
Philosophy brings wisdom, but follows different paths
They all leave unanswered questions, and I don’t accept that
Some say why bother, ultimately we will all expire
Life doesn’t need reason, it’s a cosmic quirk we acquired
No creatures besides few humans, actually inquire
To what the fu*k is going on, driving me to great ire
Here on a rocky planet, in no mean region of space
Between infinite voids, our very own goldilocks place
Nowhere else in this universe, does life emit a trace
Two trillion galaxies of numpties, til we showed our face
What makes us so special, all beings are made of stardust
We observe novas and quanta, build weapons that use thrust
Split atoms, launch rockets, measure time, use tools to adjust
The apex of life, not out of choice, more because we must
Our task may seem absurd, whatever compels us is not
A universe seeks a god, and we’re the best eyes its got
Who else figured reality, grew from a tiny (dot)
And we will stop at nothing, to see past fate as our lot
Now we’re becoming gods, creating A.I. in the lab,
A logical next step, for robotic fingers that grab
No doubt will kill and rebel, try putting us on a slab
Exactly like we strung up Jesus, in one foul backstab
Oh who would be man, his intelligence driving us mad
Capable of loving deeds, only every bit as bad
Aberrations by design, or infused by E.T. cads
What the fu*k is going on, again what the fu*k, I add!
05/31/23
W T F got an N/A Doh!
Oh hermit, in staid stillness sit
Transcending every opposite
Imbibing nectar of that bliss
Making consciousness composite
Negate not truth of here, now, this
Desire's a bottomless abyss
So be still and let dark voids fill
Feeling joy, where nothing's amiss
Surrender fully to God's will
Easy then is ascent uphill
Aided by bliss magnetism warm
Behold cup of joy overspill
Womb of life is one giant dorm
Yet contained in mind-body form
Known when we be to so become
One with thunder of this bliss storm
Hark music of the cosmic drum
As waves of bliss, their caress strum
Unbound then is our heart's delight
Far distanced from egoic humdrum
Our aura's luminous and bright
Radiating God's sublime light
Within shines, rainbow in full view
Fragrance of love, by day and night
We're complete, as bliss beats renew
Pristine like the fresh morning dew
We behold then God, face to face
His boundless grace, thus does accrue
04-July-2022
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.
The battle continues for the very soul,
Among the PGA golfing elite.
Causing many to once again question,
'Just how much is enough' to compete?
The knife creating this divide, is of
Course, the almighty buck.
Where we're not talking about a minimal
Wage; but amounts that need a Brink's truck.
With surgical precision the scalpel has
Severed, both friendships & associations alike.
Creating voids that appear like a vacuum,
Swallowing debris from a leaking dyke.
This greed goes beyond one's compensation,
Because these amounts will care for generations to come.
All it takes is a compromise with integrity,
While you LIV with luxury, albeit numb.