The gong Om gently arises,
centred in each and every cell,
entwined with divine magnetism,
birthing delightful surprises,
releasing us from ego’s spell
through bliss beat’s unknown mechanism.
As but a humble receptor,
partaking of grace that inflows,
we bathe in currents cool and warm,
bliss piercing each body vector,
being the way our aura grows,
here and now in organic form.
Surrendering to God’s bliss burn ~
Soul transforms in mind-body urn
stillness motionless with peace-pulse humming
at source outside appearance of space-time
finds in organic form spine’s harp strumming
as music so sublimet, a soundless chime
heartbeat of God continuing to mime
where any node may take pole position
depending on where sparks bliss ignition
In the womb of space-time, throbs pulse dual,
polarities dance in organic form,
dissolving in heart, if love’s the fuel,
which creates within, a benign bliss storm.
The one becomes two and then one again,
union in heart, separation in head,
thus when pristine presence be free from stain,
we are in the vast void by God’s hand led.
At the beach we watch waves lap up the shore,
each wave distinct, dancing with emotion,
yet in truth is it not a single roar,
each drop no different from the ocean?
Remove the prism to know light is pure white ~
Where is ego when two lovers unite
capsuled in this organic form
in the matrix of space and time
to throb of bliss beats we conform
which conjures a beauteous rhyme
life’s dance in ultra slow motion
unfolds petals of heart in bloom
we are the wave and the ocean
feeling within bliss rapture zoom
“Neither have I conquered the senses nor have I not conquered them. Self-restraint or discipline never occurred to me. Friend, how shall I speak of victory and defeat? I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
Transcending all opposites, as light of Self,
poised in peace in our natural blissful state,
entwined with the whole life flows on by itself,
wherein we are tranquil irrespective of fate.
We are not this decaying organic form
but the epicentre of love’s benign storm,
merging with which we transmute as the bliss flame,
which though has no name, fulfils our life’s aim.
know dear heart, we are not organic form ~
we’re living light, a pulsating bliss storm
“Why dost thou desire affluence? Thou hast no wealth. Why dost thou desire affluence? Thou hast no wife. Why dost thou desire affluence? Thou hast none who is thine own. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
Within life’s dream, to which object should we cling?
Life in organic form is a wisp of smoke.
Life detachedly oh hermit, letting heart sing
and dark fires of desire choose never to stoke.
Oh fellow souls, it is high time we awoke,
seeing Self as living light throbbing with bliss,
both transcendent and immanent as all this.
As
spirit
acting on
organic form,
our formless presence,
with fulcrum void-centric,
entwining thus with oneness,
wayward ego takes a back seat,
employed when needed, otherwise not,
whence we become the flame that has no name.
Love, light and bliss is our soul’s state innate,
which we reclaim when thoughts are at rest,
meaning we’re poised in surrender,
that we may receive God’s grace,
as a benign bliss burn,
transforming all cells,
from deep within,
magnetised
as pure
light.
“Descent and ascent is the game divine,
which we see through when head and heart align.”
~ quote by poet
Poised in peace as the entire oneness field,
as also capsuled in organic form,
we see there are souls who need to be healed,
enabled if with God’s laws they conform,
by invoking in their heart a bliss storm.
Each soul awakes on earth in timeless time,
imbibing the truth betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
As we are being meditated upon,
divine magnetism transforms organic form,
wherein breath by breath, as delusion is shorn,
we are poised in quietude in a bliss storm,
with each heartbeat welcoming onset of dawn,
simply by choosing with God’s will to conform.
Guided by God’s hand, in time we understand,
we’re living light and our destiny is grand.
as pure consciousness we navigate dreams
reacting therein as of our instinct
the fire of desire in heart shape shifts themes
as a game we so play, ego extinct
upon waking up, ego manifests
caging consciousness in organic form
light of our true Self in the background rests
having nothing to do with mind’s thought storm
poised in the bardo, on waking from sleep
before the wayward ego takes control
we may therein take a consciousness leap
Self centre stage fulfilling its life role
sans illusionary thought ego dies ~
whence each life breath we take, feels like sunrise
he who beholds the light within all the time
whose perception is undifferentiated
breathing in grace betwixt bliss beat’s chime
consciousness fulcrum in the void located
he who dwells in the moment free from fear
vibrant in stillness seeing God everywhere
viewing life as a dream which will disappear
dwelling in the heart as awareness self-aware
he who knows without doubt he is not body-mind
viewing organic form as an earth life interface
flame of bliss magnetism divine aligned
flowing orientation being release and embrace
he who feels from God and existence no distance
empowered with the power of bilocation
within whom there remains no shred of resistance
always remaining immersed in meditation
ignorance the cause, delusion the result
with ego in control, spewing imaginary fears
we fell down a bottomless abyss of dread
suffering pangs of slow strangulation
we had nothing to show for life lived thus far
as we helplessly watched organic form decay
pausing flow of thought, shifting into the void
we asked the existential question, ‘who am I?’
whereupon divine magnetism rose from within
teleporting our formless presence to heaven
bliss currents amplified within our body-mind
whence we saw our true Self as living light
vibrational shifts creates soul’s music
through senses pervading organic form
magnetic heat peaks, heart is delighted
our presence remains centred in the storm
we as bliss magnetism
as directed by grace
enliven body nodes
in organic form
the ego aspect
merges with spirit
enabling bilocation
of our consciousness
both transcendent and immanent
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