Empty of desires, yet flowing in peace,
reverberations of bliss pervade form,
soft hum of delight that never does cease,
tingle of magnetism, both cool and warm.
In the midst of movement we remain still,
celebrating life’s endless renewal,
kundalini perched on spine’s window sill,
knower of the void and earth realm dual.
All nodes by themselves perform their function,
as a conduit of pulsations divine,
toroidal heart as always the junction,
where all polarities with love align.
Is-ness of our being-ness has no name ~
Call it what you will but we’re not the same
The Words Insist
Them-Selves...
Yet They Know
Their Own Infidel'ity...
The Partial'ity Embraced
While Love
Loves All
In Truth...
Would You Idolize
Definition Alone?
Lazy Love
Loving Truth
Unlearnable:
***
Exploited.
-Gray Squirrel
05-03-2026
388.
The 5 All-ness of God
God is All-Powerful
He possesses every kind of might
It never fades, it's always full!
God is All-Time
He is the past, the present, the future
The periods of darkness, the moments sublime!
God is All-Place
He is here & there, far & near
Full or empty, with curse or grace!
God is All-Knowing
All times, all places, all things He knows
He is aware of everything!
God is All-Good
He is blameless & sinless
He is of perfect stature & mood!
-11/02/2015
(Dumarao)
*2nd Daily Reflection for Catechism Booklet
With the external world having faded,
we look out for consciousness contraction,
prior to onset of our reaction,
which is by watchful focus blockaded.
Breath by breath by bliss magnetism aided,
our choice to remain poised in inaction,
light of Self subject not to refraction,
bliss of our heart is not for angst traded.
Our is-ness of being-ness is revealed,
being the direct path we walk upon,
refusing to be by thought forms decoyed,
by using bliss beats as a sturdy shield,
that as each heartbeat ushers a new dawn,
we shine as God’s light, pure and unalloyed.
There can be no harvest, when darkness
Is prevelent..Waking to to light smarts the
Eyes of humanity..Yet the sun is essential
For all on earth that must flourish.'
It raises up the fallen rain.'
And ushers us onto; julys grain .'
All Glory to God, above all.)
A million bliss bubbles softly explode
in the head ovoid, freezing flow of time,
whence poised in peace we pay to God an ode,
by mirroring His heartbeat, which we mime.
Ah, what’s there to do, as bliss beats renew,
a benign love burn to which we succumb,
simply following kundalini’s cue,
awakening heart by making mind numb?
It is in heart that pheromones mingle,
on attaining polarity balance,
when in stillness our eye becomes single,
finally making erect our soul’s stance.
Moment by moment, all moments entwined,
essence of presence is divine aligned.
blissful peace suffuses our auric sphere
all nodes within form tingle together
humming toroidal mists swirl in the chest
soul presence feels as light as a feather
the innate, subtle pulsation of bliss
continual ignition renewal
births rapture borne by Divine Mother’s kiss
in God’s force field, where love is the fuel
making eye single, in life pulse dual
remaining poised as such by night and day
divine magnetism transforms form of clay
Folks are so busy denouncing each other
~ They forget every man is their brother
bing cherry-ness
cheery flavor over ice
prismatic sip
Arti-Ficial Dark-Ness
Every Un-Noticed
Miracle Bliss Desires
A Dawn Of Rewarding
Appreciation…
The Stars Don’t Wink Out
When We Fail To Look,
Like A Tree In An Ancient Forest
That Fell With A Gigantic:
!!!CRASH!!!
Who Cares If You’re
Listening? It’s In
Every Wave-Form.
That’s Not Even The Moon That
We Sometimes See
But A Partial
To Impartial
Solar Reflection...
From A Nearby Star
Set Perfectly Close
Enough To Wake Us
With Loving Warmth.
-Gray Squirrel
07-15-2025
our vibrant presence dwells in peace
perched atop a dreamy moonbeam
distilling lustre of the sun
that musings from pure heart may stream
before sliding into deep sleep
we choose a role in dreams we shape
contouring our soul’s creation
with the fragrance of love agape
there is no doing that we do
for as we mirror God’s heartbeat
rapture rises, each bliss hue new
in time stretched calm, we feel complete
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There are no moments which we need to count,
because we dwell in the eternal now,
with no fears or desires left to surmount,
as bliss mists rise within, which we allow.
With vibrant emptiness as now the norm,
as we’re swathed in currents both cool and warm,
we are as we are, at peace and complete,
drenched in sublime bliss mists, feeling complete.
O yon Loch Ness Monster
is come out of the lake
through all the wide border
his tail left a wake
and save his fire-breathing
he weapons had none
he swam all unharmed
and fair maidens he won
so faithful in love
yet so very messy
there never was wee beastie
like the young dragon Nessie
(With apologies to Sir Walter Scott)
Divine Mother implants Her loving kiss
on any random node in feeble form,
infusing magnetism suffused with bliss,
imbibing which, as God’s light we transform.
With no earthy agenda on our shelf,
for tempests of life, God Himself does tame,
the music of spheres plays on by itself,
as we become the flame that bears no name.
Are we body-mind or are we vast space,
is now a question that has disappeared,
since we hold strobes of light in close embrace,
allowing ourselves to be by bliss speared.
Treading softly on earth in contentment,
we delight in what is, in wonderment.
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