Call it what we will
Our spine is magnetised
We feel within soma nectar spill
Underlying truth of Oneness, realised
An energy grid vertically loops our form
The Spiritual heart throbs with bliss
Birthing within us a benign storm
Caress intimate, a divine kiss
07-October-2022
“That that is, always is, as is
The pure of heart, feel the bliss fizz”
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The
current
is distinct,
as a tingle
at first, then deepens,
arousing in-form nodes,
accompanied by rapture,
ever present steady humming
sending us into spasms of delight,
renewal within through each day and night.
Divine union heightened rapture unbound,
vibrates within us in permanence,
a benediction of His grace,
unceasing flow bountiful,
which we gently imbibe,
in body conduits,
a gripping joy
without end
renewing
thus.
27-December-2020
We feel it within
At our very core
Unmistakably
Sushumna aglow
Bliss purring therein
We so become
Throbbing as such
Continuum
Climaxical
Thus complete
Joy replete
Are upbeat
Nectar
Sinks in
Deep
07-October-2020
Magnetic throb within definitive
electrifying our form with ecstasy
We know not any spiritual practice
the rapture within being our reality
It matters not what others affirm
for we are ever immersed in bliss
In surrendered stillness we align
both free & captive in loves caress
12-September-2020
Here we are
Within form
Ceasing to spar
Ego we disarm
Layer by layer
Clear light dawns
Stillness our prayer
Each moment reborn
Void & manifestation
Appear & disappear
Permanent bliss elation
Vaporises false fears
The Sushumna erect
Throbbing with power
Inner alignment corrects
Swathed in a bliss shower
Radiation from within
Sears through identity
Renewal of bliss ignition
Our being-ness in continuity
25-August-2020
Books line my bookshelves, dog-eared with love.
Hardcovers, paperbacks and a few leather-bounds.
Some classics, some romances and poetry abound.
Rummaging in used bookstores plays out in my mind.
I'm always seeking out those special finds.
I'm drawn to the unique old musty, heartwarming smells,
Especially the leather-bounds marked with old age.
Feeling the crackling pages, seeing ink on faded white.
I've been known to flip through pages and breathe it in.
It's the sensory experience, a connection with the past.
I curl up with words and they curl around me.
Wrapped for rest with a real book in my hand.
It's the actual presence of my most treasured books
That brings the ultimate pleasure than its digital reads.
It is the physicality of a book I believe.