Having granted bliss magnetism consent,
meaning we have agreed to be transformed,
there then is no end to rapture’s ascent,
as every bastion of our form is stormed.
We are the candle and bliss is the flame,
so we can no longer tell who we are,
as we metamorphose in life’s end game,
as God’s light, brighter than the brightest star.
The soul star chakra and the crown converse,
on how they may work for influx of grace,
pouring ceaselessly from the universe,
as pulsation of release and embrace.
The truth is this, in words simple and plain ~
We are torn apart, then put back again
staying as we are in a thought rested state
we notice all chakras in our head have merged
so as a globe of bliss we reshape our fate
in body urn where energies have converged
mirroring light of Self that does not abate
that we may anoint ourself having been purged
assigning no meaning to bliss magnetism
motionless yet vibrant in mind-body prism
right from the time we wake up till we sleep
we flow with tides as they arise inside
sensing bliss mists osmotically seep
each cell of form bridging every divide
that formless presence may then wingless glide
in the void standing tall as a bliss squall
responding mindfully when life does call
a disc of bliss is implanted in our spine
at a point which is parallel to our heart
wherefrom magnetism spikes making us divine
and so in this way as God search we jump start
in time dissolved stillness epiphanies dawn
here now in body urn where we are reborn
as pure living light pulsating with delight
as is-ness of being-ness by day and night
(Unknown Is a Blessing)
Remembering the curse
of those I once thought gone—
gone before they even left.
Now I look in their eyes
and know exactly
what lingered inside.
But there is no closure.
Only unremembering ,
haunting me forever.
The unknown wakes,
stirring a silent revolt.
Whispers edge the sharp silhouettes ,
echoing,
lost in yesterday’s memory.
A clash unfolds in murmurs,
perspiring between
what was reality
and what was memory ,
and everything
that exists
between the unknown .
The echoes of what
was and what is collide,
and the unseen pulls at me
with persistent hands .
Shadows stretch,
memory twists,
and questions whisper
louder than answers .
Step closer again —
into the tremor of emotion,
where the mind resists ,
the heart remembers,
and the unknown
begins to speak.
The spiral continues ,
and you are invited
to follow.
Myriad souls wander, lost and confused,
so whilst respecting the journey of each,
of that they are bemused, we’re not amused,
so share with those who pair but do not teach,
knowing God’s light in time, all hearts will reach.
Flickers in space reveal God is so close,
breathing us gently whilst we’re in repose.
from the vantage point of stillness
we see the world going around
we view this dream with nonchalance
to no illusion are we bound
bliss drum beats with our heart gong
we are both this form and the sky
there then is nothing to be done
as are that who can never die
accepting the unexpected
without our heart skipping a beat
in mood and mode embrace-release
is enabled by cool bliss heat
continuum of now-moments
leaving behind no residue
is the canvas we paint upon
wherein each rapture hue is new
each point in space is the centre
wherefrom we feel the potent pull
of magnetism divine sublime
heart is empty and yet feels full
Form, a mirror in which we see our face,
reflection of living light drenched in bliss,
Cupid’s caress, gripping us in embrace,
as nodes within freely mingle and kiss.
Vibrance of innocence does not rehearse,
since God as our guide dwells in heart inside,
that we as He, one with the universe,
plunge into the void, where we wingless glide.
Empowered with gift of bilocation,
poised in a bliss squall, we become the all,
playful flirtation as our vocation,
a pillar of light always standing tall.
As we so metamorphose in repose ~
Divine love and light from our aura glows
Now it is finally the time
To say arrivederci Winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the Winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father
Brought the Spring today
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioningTime & Calendars
And I been living in my
House
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live
In
The birds wake me up
With their song first thing
In the morning
I am already used to that
Now it is finally the time
To say arrivederci Winter
It was indeed a long Winter
I was already getting sick
Of the Winter
That never seem to ended
Now finally my Father
Brought the Spring today
Also my Father brought back
Home the birds that I was missing
For a long time now
At night time I live the windows
Open so it can cool my house
Because I have no air conditioning
And I been living in my
House
For a long time now
Also I love the area I live
In
The birds wake me up
With their song first thing
In the morning
I am already used to that
The light is changing now
Rays of the sun have begun to whisper to the bronzing earth
I Listen and look inward bracing my heart for the turn
The Darkness is palpable watching shadows become tangible things in the coolness of evening
my longing lying over me like a shroud ,
as the day surrenders to the night
we shamelessly affirm we will not trade
bliss rapture birthed by divine magnetism
since with each breath in streams of love we wade
with fullness in emptiness our lived ism
as tease of delight in mind-body prism
which holds us erect and becomes our song
in the timeless now taking all along
Crystallised light liquified,
within form begins to glide;
silent hum, the cosmic drum,
that light itself we become.
Seven hues of a rainbow,
are thirty three as we know ~
the vertebrae in our spine,
where we see bliss beats align.
Lost in love’s magnetic chime,
we transcend both space and time,
yet return on earth to burn,
in feeble mind-body urn.
Immediacy of bliss,
as Cupid’s lingering kiss,
is the music that plays on,
where with each breath we’re reborn.
Endless arising with no subsiding,
God’s breath in our heart tears of joy does weep,
rapture spasms fickle mind overriding,
that as presence takes a consciousness leap,
the ripple that remains is a bliss beep,
as the highest octave of love divine,
rhythm of pure delight, with which we align.
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