time stretched peace in a flat line awareness curve
ever present flowing orientation
positions us in state of bliss we deserve
transitioning to all-time meditation
that as we go about with gusto and verve
although we dwell in the void of cessation
tranquility is the fragrance of our soul
enlivened by bliss beats that make us feel whole
It is pointless to negate the here now this,
for no matter what be our recognition,
we cannot deny divine energised bliss,
brought about by kundalini ignition,
caress sublime borne by Divine Mother’s kiss,
where those with pure hearts have right of admission.
Rapture renewal is the name of the game,
embodied in our heart as our claim to fame.
that we act as a signpost offering hope
to other weary seekers trudging along
our poems cajole our soul group to elope
with Cupid humming a melodious song
dancing at the edge of a slippery slope
asking us to discard fear and become strong
to which end if firm be resolve we evolve
as the stillness point around which worlds revolve
We met in the Philippine’s tropical glow
Those days feeling like dreams drifting soft and free
Your laughter in the air made the whole world slow
The time shaping a path meant for you and me
You crossed to the states with a hope we could grow
A beautiful life built by distant decree
Fifteen years have shown love will never depart
Beautiful island girl is home for my heart
Fortunate developments do not excite,
in as a heart tremor, as they once used to
and likewise downturns diminish not soul’s light,
for we know each moment in this dream is new,
so from God’s bliss boat we choose not to alight,
glistening in sunlight, as does morning dew.
Call this a stoic stance or simply heart’s dance,
it is because we have turned inward our glance.
It’s raining of sunless pleasure; smiles and frowns.
Exacting - the priceless presence of nature.
Who will save this family; its ups and downs…
What doesn’t work - scolding of ‘rents’s-legislature.
Oh, we saw the littles pull the drain, the sounds
Of fallen oaks, branches running; teenagers.
Little feet slip and slide; it’s a muddy mess.
Let the kids make tracks - must let go to possess.
As light ineffable illumining form,
with heart that feels, mind that thinks and senses five,
caressed by the breeze, currents both cool and warm,
the vehicle ensouled seems to be alive,
though it is but dust, swirled about in the storm,
wherein formless presence is he who does jive,
so as that, not this, polarities rotate,
where from the void, we watch torrents in full spate.
Prior to intent, in the unmanifest,
where creative will of God reverberates,
in us as the Monad, in peace and at rest,
the seed of desire in our heart then gyrates,
bringing about creation at God’s behest,
enacting its role till the desire abates,
whence heart quiescent it returns to the source,
in time dissolved stillness without use of force.
Ego indulgence is a brainchild of mind,
which labours within the matrix of space-time,
so to be free, head and heart must be aligned,
whence all that is then left, is God’s bliss beat chime,
melding with which, ego cravings are declined,
that all nodes tango dancing, conjure a rhyme,
enabling us then to reclaim Monad’s light,
which mirrors God’s heartbeat, throbbing with delight.
Flicker of ancient shadows playing with fire.
Crackle of light, fine spirited wind and chimes.
Infant’s lullaby, before the sea aspire.
Unfurling leaves, hunter green, sonorous climb.
Twinkling of eyes, brightening of poet’s inspire.
Christmas bow unwrapped, labyrinthine daytimes.
Wonder of a storm, rocking and rolling force.
A stupendous show, tree splits, a ship off course.
Peaks and valleys alight with touch, candlelight.
Flicker and sizzle, creaking, crashing of bed.
Crisscrossing to transcend remarkable height.
She whispers a moan; romantic fire, widespread.
Trunk bends, ceiling fan blowing a clash downright.
They’re like thunder and lightning. Oh what a night!
A storm, like a firepit, is stoked; flames are high.
All at once, all is calm. Cloud's singular sigh.
walking the tightrope of silence bliss suffused
insulated from thought forms swirling around
pristine presence is by illusions amused
lifelike dreamy realms where ego was once crowned
but with truth deduced we beg to be excused
as influx of grace continues to astound
we are yet sometimes called upon to engage
to play with smoky shapes upon this world’s stage
In the congruent eddy of life and time
That may twist and turn but will end inline
We may see the end in front of us
But will spin and bend with existence flurry
it will always abruptly end no matter the plan
Continue to drop until the last grain of sand
No mercy to even the best of us
With no favors can we curry
I've ran a race with all due zeal
I have stood tall and refused to neal
I'm inclined to beg no more
And inclined to see it through
Back, will my limited reality be pealed
In tacked, as my short comings be sealed
With no risk on to the unwanted be poured
And no more will be due .
Memory recalls epiphanies gone by,
which although are but signposts along the way,
the fact that they’ve appeared, we cannot deny,
interfering with heart’s spontaneous play,
which would if it could, let bygone moments die,
so instead of holding such thought forms at bay,
we embrace and release each impulse received,
no attainments sought, no cause to be aggrieved.
mindfulness the way, watchfulness our effort
that thus in stillness, doing nothing at all
we’re poised in peace even if others cause hurt
heart tranquil centred in a benign bliss squall
delighted sensing magnetic currents spurt
breaking down the ego wall and standing tall
recognising that in each heart glows God’s spark
thus knowing we ascend on an upward arc
body fatigue diminishes not soul’s light
though no doubt it has to be attended to
to savour the bliss of magnetic delight
cascading within form whose each hue is new
cognised by our spiritual eye’s clear sight
as blessings of grace continue to accrue
that thus situation any we dance on
in time dissolved silence breath by breath reborn
Larger than life the vision brings panic,
a sugary jar drew an unsought guest.
Leaving lines on the glass legs like a stick,
the anxiety of it’s journey.. I’m stressed.
Rapidly this fear turns my pulse frantic,
all I can think? Put courage to the test.
Sweet tea on the tongue truly corrosive,
baiting palmetto bugs.. just repulsive.
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