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My life was a river, and I was a willow twig,
Bobbing on a creek toward the sea.
Strong, fast, lively children tried to catch me and failed.
The greatest sports hero, I dreamed I'd be.
A boy and a lovely girl held hands and gazed on
A river that once was a brook,
And I wished I'd have the most beautiful girl
Whereupon the bright sun did look.
Floating along, I came upon a charming cottage
With a window-box filled with flowers.
I dreamed I'd have the grandest mansion ever built
With balconies, turrets and towers.
As the water grew wider, and the sea grew nearer,
I saw young willows, healthy, and green.
I wished I would have all of the health and vigor
Of a strapping boy of fifteen.
At last, the grand river emptied into the sea,
Where beachgoers could hear the sound
Of surf. I heard it too, and I was still dreaming,
As a wave crashed and I drowned.
As the gatekeeper of both time and space,
surfing the bardo that lies in between
aether and form, wherefrom radiates grace,
existence reveals its throbbing bliss sheen.
Singular Self has an urge to create
a domain where ascent follows descent,
that by piercing the veil, soul shapes its fate,
requiring simply, to grant love consent.
This choiceless choice to ingrain deep learning,
that emerging from the cocoon of bliss,
soul may ascend by willingly burning,
it opts to plunge into a dark abyss.
The stage is set for the soul to forget,
that love may grow, placing on love a bet.
That love may grow, placing on love a bet,
appears on first glance, there’s nothing to do
but memory erased, caught in fear’s net,
the soul finds it difficult to break through.
Mistaken that it’s merely body-mind,
soul’s awareness becomes externalised
and bemused by illusions, it is blind
and thus truth of Self is not realised.
Having itself set life into motion,
joy of union, pangs of separation,
silence alone ends thought flow commotion,
invoking Spirit for bliss gyration.
In timeless time, the bliss energised form,
swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm.
Swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm,
earth life interface, the ego, recedes,
transmuted finally by this love storm,
whereupon it follows and bliss throb leads.
Cessation by kenosis is the way,
softening attention, with touch gentle,
ego cravings no longer holding sway,
that soul effusing love transcendental.
Love being the pure divine elixir,
all opposites dissolve within its womb,
causing nodes within feeble form to stir,
bringing to life thus, a bliss catacomb.
Ego takes a backseat, heart is upbeat,
light dawns when polarities meet and greet.
Light dawns when polarities meet and greet,
melding in the cauldron of agape love,
wherein heeding love’s pure endearing tweet,
head and heart conjoin, acting hand in glove.
On soul seeing that it is living light,
it begins to employ mind of the heart,
feeling bliss pulsations by day and night,
deeming all souls as one and none apart.
Separation ends when egoic will bends
and all beings on earth, with love entwine,
each soul as God’s essence, slowly ascends,
all gathering under the oneness sign.
Self knows that there are no puzzles to lace,
as the gatekeeper of both time and space.
Simply by applying the brakes on thought,
our attention poised in the vibrant void,
we are no longer by fear forms decoyed
entwined with existence, to be self-taught.
Vicarious knowing reduced to naught,
we rest even the wisdom of Pink Floyd,
so vaporised self not by ego toyed,
we reclaim inner light, which we forgot.
We ourselves are the light, which we did seek
but had imposed on awareness, a veil,
in pursuit of desire mirroring fear,
which now that we have stopped energy leak,
enables us an earth to hoist love's sail,
whereupon we feel God's presence draw near.
02-June-2023
observing oscillation of our attention
between form and the void
with inertia dimming our awareness
accepting the sway as it is
looking at waves in nonchalance
we feel nothing need be done
since the flame of awareness is held
solely in the hands of God
Who weaves his magic within duality
and thus recognising the play
we as aspect of the whole in the dream
have freedom to offer response
to life as it unfolds moment to moment
so choose to thin out the ego
that as boundaries blur nodes within stir
benign bliss friction enlivens dust
whereupon affirming there is no one here
we transmute becoming the flame
in the dead of night
for no reason at all
we awake refreshed
tranquil and still
thoughts rested
our heart at peace
with the bliss current
humming in the background
animating the continuum
with the breath of God
whereupon we are immersed
in the great vacuum
of energised no-thingness
in absolute motionlessness
where formless presence
is awake in its primal state
bereft of attributes
save awareness innate to Self
we are herein complete
as the emptiness itself
humming with potent power
there is neither light nor darkness
yet we are fully cognisant
of the all that is, which we are
dwelling thus in boundless peace
in a formless realm of singularity
where time and space do not exist
we exist as pure consciousness
self-existent in and as the void
having neither fetters of form
nor any agenda to pursue
as of choiceless choice we return
back from the void into form
where this vast emptiness
corresponds to the head ovoid
ensouled by the cosmic egg
alluded to as Hiranyagarbha
wherefrom the one became two
merging in heart to be one again
but all of this is now in the past
for we now choose to bilocate
between duality and singularity
in our waking state of Turiya
the motionless screen of Self
upon which images come and go
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
The 'umbilical cord',
hereby symbolic,
its severance
where
initiated,
a soul of three,
and then much more.
Growing up was an
in-depth shared
furtherance,
whereupon,
directives were encountered,
either embraced or tossed aside.
Time and again, instant moments,
encouraging considerations,
imbued ponderance,
whereto,
we tether ourselves
to a sizeable pole of justifications.
Hail to a fitness club, or a cab to a McDonald's,
intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up,
choice batters about a pole that remains,
until life expectance,
leans awkward,
wherefore
for time indulgence,
slacks a major facet as the pole evolves minor,
for one's immediate concerns, lies elsewhere, a priority.
All the while, the pole was steadfast but never silent
taking a backseat to the urgencies of the moment
significance tallies the hours near,
wherein
one now realizes that time is fleeting,
wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while.
At that instant, open their eyes
and see the poles that are
standing around them
bedside so they can
measure their
worth truly.
Where
we mete
out ourselves
to whom we truly
Blessed Assurance.
magnetic bliss pulse renews
although there is nothing we do
save shifting into stillness to so feel
bliss octaves having beauteous appeal
as such is this volition or non-volition
for mind-body does flow in elation
as receptor of the energy that is
akin to an invisible mist oozing fizz
without intruding the fragrance delights
teleporting presence to rapturous heights
whereupon this orientation embedded within
words uttered and deeds done free of sin
there remaining no ego spawned urge
all that is is aliveness in bliss surge
dwelling thus in the vibrant void
effervescent soul overjoyed
01-July-2021
we are here
why would we negate
so we do accept this reality
taking our stuporous aliveness
within decaying organic form
as the point of reference
with which we begin
Ramana’s inquiry
who am I
looking back at our life
we notice our values shift
also as in moment to moment
there is fickleness in our response
to life as it unfolds all around us
but the screen of awareness
upon which images dance
always remains constant
what is this screen
which remains flicker-free
through waking, dreaming and sleep
wherefrom we always emerge unscathed
even though we lose our awareness
which is clearly quite stuporous
even when we’re awake
though ego opines
otherwise
this motionless screen
which is the eternal witness
recording our life without judging
let us then choose to meld presence with it
becoming still in thought rested silence
simply watching the ebb and flow
of thoughts and emotions
within body-mind
time flows on
but we are resolute
playing the waiting game
seeking nothing simply looking
fulcrum of our awareness centreless
thus doing nothing we connect
with universal consciousness
imbibing direct knowing
that transcends mind
befriending silence
we begin to live internally
as a presence ensouling form
thereby also becoming nonchalant
immune from the vagaries of fickle fate
whereupon our emptiness is filled
with divine magnetism surreal
which bestows on us bliss
and light of our being
what’s there to say
we all are this living light
which is veiled by thought forms
spawned by imaginary ego identity
which it is quite clear we are not
but mankind is afraid to let go
of dreams we believe real
we hear Plato laughing
allegory of the cave
the truth is known
but we all fear
to accept
how long will we
trauma bond with ego
a mere bubble of illusion
that confines us in delusion
is the question we each must ask
the eternal presence within
seeking our embrace
within the cave
of our heart
In truth we are not and yet our
turbid mind births the sincerest
trance, which somehow stifles laughter
of our heart, not quite aligned with
pulsations of love, until some
quirk of fate, brings to us deep pain,
whence we see clear truth as it is,
whereupon no longer fear fraught,
befriending the void, we free our
soul, imbibing grace of sweetest
outpourings of celestial songs
and thus divine entwined, we are,
as we are, bliss drenched, beyond those
narrow ego spawned desires that
bind and confine, so freed we tell
of our journey within, made of
love and light, exhuming saddest
delusions borne by egoic thought.
Inspired by these lines ~
“Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those
that tell of saddest thought.”
by Percy Bysshe Shelly – To a Skylark
“The energy path is direct and unapologetic
No questions remain upon feeling the bliss throb ecstatic”
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Feel
inner
vibration,
being current,
divine magnetism
felt as blissful humming
whereupon no doubts remain,
having been, seen and felt the joy,
tingling, purring and caressing form,
swathing us with beauteous ecstasy warm.
Flowing thus, vibrant with bliss in fullness,
essence of presence suffused with love,
doing nothing in tranquil calm,
we behold ourself blooming,
the caress soft and slow,
like a gentle breeze,
a healing touch,
inside out:
divine
love.
17-December-2020