in and out of trance as we weave our way ~
rapture borne by bliss remains our mainstay
Life’s a lucid dream where we are in trance,
so we reflect on musings created,
in imaginary realms where we dance,
our roles shape shifting, stooped stance sedated,
at times sorrowful, at times elated.
Having not made love and light our mainstay,
our dreams betray that we have lost our way.
To prevent discord, the truth was withheld,
that there be no buildup of angst and fear,
so the secret was in our being shelled,
to protect near and dear ones we held dear,
knowing in time dark clouds will disappear.
Life’s not black and white; there are shades of grey,
yet all is well if love be our mainstay.
Deep in the belly of the Jack-o-lantern forest were steeples
They were not known by many, gave witches the “creeples”
We never knew why they were there, but stayed away
The forest had an ambiance that said murder was her mainstay
“Never, my child, did I have death or deathlessness, poison or poisonlessness. How shall I speak of the pure and the impure? I am free from disease-my form has been extinguished.”
The heartbeat of God is all love and light,
throb of bliss in unending renewal,
suffused thus in ineffable delight,
which then projects Itself in realm dual,
where to live by love is the only rule.
We as an ego are but a God-spark,
navigating realms on an upward arc.
All domains are real, yet also dreams,
wherein each form in times merges with God,
along octaves of love, He Himself beams,
recognised by us when our heart has thawed,
revealing light of Self that has us awed.
Om is God’s gong that takes us all along,
back to heaven, which is where we belong.
Viewing body-mind as a projection,
the game is simply descent and ascent,
wherein love ensures with God connection,
for which simply following bliss mist’s scent
the light of heaven in heart makes advent.
In this maze we can never go astray,
if voice of conscience remains our mainstay.
Within the ancient tent of meeting shade
A woman stands where vows are made
The barley offering, silent, coarse, and dry
Is placed before the priest and searching eye
Her tresses loosed, she lifts a trembling hand
To swear she wasn’t with another man
The oath is written, then dissolved away
In bitter waters, a curse or hope’s mainstay
The waters heal and bless if innocent
If not, she bears the pain and embarrassment
In jealous ages, where doubt and faith collide
Her wantonness lingers if she has lied
From ancient scrolls and whispered fears
Sotah’s tale persists throughout the years
A ritual etched in Jewish writings and art
Recording the proceedings of justice, faith, and heart
P.S. If we draw on the Incarnadine Strain
We will not be drowned in the flood, but be blessed by rain
“The creeper-like growth of worldly existence is never mine. The joy of extended contentment is never mine. This bondage of ignorance is never mine. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky”
God is omnipresent and so He is still,
granting us time to align with divine will
which requires of us to make love our mainstay
but if our ego’s cravings come into play,
we are bound by the law of cause and effect,
roles rotating till we remove our defect,
that in timeless time when we finally learn,
we behold God’s presence in mind-body urn.
At peace in our heart, thoughts rested,
our attention introverted,
cradled by God, in bliss nested,
the hum of magnetism spurted.
Poised in the void in stillness staid,
beholding the play underway,
ego cravings begin to fade,
as love becomes our life’s mainstay.
With no agenda on our shelf,
this dream continues to unfold,
witnessed by living light of Self,
entwined with God’s pure heart of gold.
Heart holds us in truth, mind leads us astray,
so let us choose wisely, weapon of choice,
that in surrender, with love our mainstay,
graced by bliss magnetism, we may rejoice,
heeding in mindfulness, our inner voice.
Aligning head and heart, we stand erect,
breath by breath doing, as God does direct.
The thought of God is not God,
though belief may leave us awed,
being but self-hypnosis,
with silence our prognosis.
Unless head melds with the heart,
our God-search quest cannot start.
Focus firm, in the heart stay,
with silence as our mainstay.
Realm of deep peace subtler than space,
where bliss mists rise, borne by God’s grace,
in staid stillness transcending time,
is our soul’s preferred resting place.
God’s pulsations divine sublime,
playfully conjure a love rhyme,
giving rise to magnetic heat,
birthing within form, a bliss chime.
With all nodes within us upbeat,
our vibrant presence feels complete,
simply watching bliss beats renew,
as polarities meet and greet.
Each rapture spasm we feel is new
and as we sip bliss nectar’s dew,
with love and light as our mainstay,
from ego cravings we unglue.
Remaining thus day after day,
by granting peace the right of way,
fullness in emptiness the norm,
each breath receives a bliss bouquet.
(While Pondering The Pavement)
Pondering, we walk on pavements of summer days
Opening ourselves to the sun and its guiding rays
Neanderthals at heart we take the same path each day
Driven by our past we troddle on with sobering mainstay.
Every step propels us forward, ... take time to pray
Regardless of the outcome "belief will show the way"
Immigrant of earth keep walking even on a rainy day
No matter how old you are always remember to play !
Grass is never greener on the other side, so they say.
THE
Pavement can be slick or smooth depending on your view
Abandon not your dreams, don't ask others what to do
Victory is hard work but don't take more than you can chew
Eliminate doubt and fear be brave but know your cue
Meander slowly round the curves, whistle when your blue
East West South North, where you go is really up to you !
Nod to the crowd but share your thoughts only with a few
Take a path that will lead you to the roses filled with dew.
I woke this morning to hear a dove,
and wondered why peace and love
was not the mainstay of this earth,
as the sun, to a new day, gave birth.
Just then, I was roundly slammed,
and called a nutcase (specifically, goddam*ed).
So, I did just like the others,
put tacks on chairs,
stole from my brothers.
at peace with a god mind has created ~
it becomes our faith, hotly debated
strangely enough, we never pause to ask ~
why is it we don such a fearsome mask
what were we before conditioned belief ~
if we know god, why then sorrow and grief
we know not our Self and yet we seek God ~
we find Him not because heart has not thawed
we are the blockage, we are in our way ~
with each breath may love be our heart’s mainstay
If we would know God, know the Self,
glowing in heart, His spark.
As life flows gently by itself,
truth banishes the dark.
With love as our mainstay,
staid silence paves the way,
to see God, clear as day.
Let soul’s light grow,
if we would know.
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