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.
a gentle peace engulfs us
overseen by toroidal heart
thought bereft, self-aware
we entwine with the whole
laying our soul therein bare
love mists graze the shore
of this feeble organic form
each hue new as it renews
that thus vibrant yet at rest
in blissful rapture we cruise
animating silence with heart’s pure intent
in collusion with the enigmatic void
feeling each bliss strobe of soul luminescent
delusion spawned by ignorance is destroyed
revealing our eternal light unalloyed
Having long since ceased to weigh, measure and size,
with fetters of our past having been released,
we dwell in the heart, claiming bliss as the prize,
within this body-mind, by God to us leased
and as truth of existence we realise,
we cannot deny our soul presence is pleased.
As bliss mists suffuse form, we do not resist,
centred in love’s storm, by Divine Mother kissed.
As of choiceless choice invoked,
our polarised halves were yoked.
The one that was two became
one again in life’s end game.
If we’re to expand on this,
on how our soul imbibed bliss,
the simple truth we can share,
is head and heart need to pair.
Head represents our ego,
which when we choose to let go,
the path appears by itself,
leading us to light of Self.
The singularity point,
is where divine mists anoint
our soul in the cave of heart,
where bliss ignition does start.
All we do is remain still,
to God surrendering will,
magnetised from head to toe,
a secret we alone know.
As we’re transformed by the flame,
something shifts; we’re not the same,
as flag of love is unfurled,
the chi-force becomes our world.
Living as of need, not greed,
the bliss current takes the lead,
holding us in close embrace,
bestowing on us God’s grace.
Thoughts rested, in stillness slow,
truth of Self we get to know,
which dear hearts, is living light,
drenched in heightened bliss delight.
God realisation our aim,
let’s up the meditation game,
resting thought form vulgarities,
thus balancing polarities.
If we are that, then let’s be it,
force that takes us to the summit,
becoming the kundalini,
acting on form teeny-weeny.
Empowered with freedom new found,
body-mind becomes our playground
where ego thoughts do not nonplus,
since were are aboard God’s bliss bus.
No chakra’s higher, none lower;
we are but a bliss-seed sower,
simply by feeling, not thinking,
reaching awareness unblinking.
As deep silence cloaks stillness,
soul presence as a bliss mist,
osmotically imbibes
nectar of the gods.
we are
at rest
seeking
nothing
our heart
beats on
God’s breath
flows on
we are
awake
alive
aglow
presence
aflame
silent
vibrant
bliss beats
cascade
rapture
rises
we feel
complete
With no mindless questions to ask
Swathed in blissful moonlight, we bask
The vast void is where we belong
Facade of form, a cloak, a mask
Vibrant presence sings a love song
Childlike heart taking all along
Ambling along gently with ease
Cognisant of our heart’s love gong
As erst patterns of old unfreeze
From this dream life, soul gets release
No longer by thought forms decoyed
Love wafts joyously like the breeze
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