chakras hitherto ignored now pulsate
all polarised nodes wish to merge with source
manner of change varies as does blink rate
all accomplished without the use of force
kundalini being our sole resource
that as subject and object become one
all we are aware of is bliss beat’s hum
crown steps aside making way for the soul
the knock on our head is distinct and clear
whence touched by magnetism that makes us whole
this chakra pulsates as God’s touch so dear
embodiment of the Monad in form
birthed in the void graced in the physical
is the vivid shift with which we conform
no less than a miracle mystical
there being nothing outside consciousness
all that is polarised is in space-time
seeming separate yet one with oneness
recognised when we meld with bliss beat’s chime
frolicking carefree in drunken delight ~
we surf the bardo in ambedo light
A polar bear, rolling in the snow.'
A platypus turning jn a stream i know.'
Quite polar opposites, but there ya go."
“The srutis declare in various ways that all this, the ether and its like, and we ourselves, are like a mirage. If there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the comparable and the comparison?”
Consciousness is by God’s will polarised,
in Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg,
in the matrix of space-time localised,
where aspects of Itself for freedom beg.
When we are enraptured by love’s bliss fizz,
ego exhumed, poised at a stillness point,
we then realise that God alone is,
then our Self in heart, we ourself anoint.
When life we endure and make our heart pure,
that which became two becomes one again,
birthing a bliss surge, making us demure,
freeing consciousness from ego’s thought chain.
God’s boundless grace in-pours through pores of space ~
Breath by breath we may feel His warm embrace
“Here is the Essence, the concentration of all essences, which is said to be different from one's individual consciousness. To be the instrument of the perception of objects is unreal. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
Visualise a single energy field,
self-existent, pulsating outside space-time,
polarised by power God Himself does wield,
breathing myriad forms to feel every chime,
to which end consciousness creates the ego,
hemmed in by mind and senses, loathe to let go,
yet upon surrender it merges with source,
enabled by God’s love that employs no force.
“The supreme Reality is devoid of the undivided and the divided. The supreme Truth is in no way within or without. It is beyond causation. It is not attached, nor is It any substance. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky”
Beyond space-time or within polarised
This verse asks us to consider the third
Where be cognition sized or vaporised
We are considering a state unheard
Is this wherefrom pure intent arises ~
Is this the source that ushers surprises
“The distinction of quality and absence of quality does not exist in the least. How shall I worship Siva (the Absolute) who is devoid of quality and absence of quality, who is devoid of attachment and detachment, who is of the form of ether, omniform, beyond illusion, and all-pervading?”
The Self renews itself within itself,
dwelling in peace, resplendent in its light,
free from fear, no agenda on its shelf,
an ocean of awareness with clear sight.
The Self, God or Brahman, is all there is,
which we know not, since we are polarised,
yet when thoughts rest, gushes forth love’s bliss fizz,
whence the absolute truth is realised.
Piercing pores of space and transcending time,
we see manifestations as dream forms,
knowing which no mountains remain to climb
and we remain calm through life’s fiercest storms.
What’s there to be done; God and we are one ~
We are the light that illumines the sun
The I-thought arises, then disappears,
so the practice is to get hold of it,
before we’re hypnotised and ego leers,
that lamp of awareness in heart be lit.
Blink and we’ll miss it, so hold firm focus,
examining the I-thought’s very source,
which lies far beyond the space-time locus,
cognised in silence, without use of force.
The Self when polarised becomes the ‘I’,
to navigate this earth life’s harsh terrain,
where heart feeling limitations does sigh,
when it chooses to wear the ego-chain.
Freedom or bondage, is for us to choose ~
As both dreamer and dreamed, what’s our excuse
When Self is polarised, ego is born ~
Our light is restored, when ego is shorn
The one became two, polarised
Delusion: objects weighed and sized
Lethargy, bound to a routine
The truth of Self not recognised
Let’s slow down thought and desires wean
That lust soiled heart may become clean
In timeless time, the mists then clear
Restoring our luminous sheen
What attachments do we hold dear
Knowing in time they’ll disappear
Find that that does not come and go
Allowing God’s light to draw near
Shifting into staid stillness slow
Our bliss drenched heart is all aglow
We then flow like the morning breeze
In the boat God Himself does row
No fear demons left to appease
Mood and mode embrace and release
Surrendering will at God’s feet
Dwelling in peace, we are at ease
Grace in-pours as magnetic heat
All nodes within form feel upbeat
Vibrant emptiness is the norm
From head to toe we’re bliss replete
Centred in love’s benign bliss storm
With God’s will we gently conform
Aware we’re not this body-mind
For His breath enlivens each form
In solitude, divine aligned
With cravings of ego declined
We imbibe each breath in surprise
Playing our life role as assigned
wherefrom does the I-thought arise
is a deep mystery unknown
which to our Self is a surprise
the cause of ignorance full blown
from pulse single to throb dual
polarised, we feel incomplete
in stillness, love our fuel
magnetised, we are bliss replete
following I-thought to the heart
polarities are one again
befriending silence, a learnt art
that cleanses soul from every stain
We’re seeded as one, polarised as two,
hatched from the cosmic egg, then truly born,
feeling in heart, each and every bliss hue,
that thus in timeless time ego is shorn,
whence light of Self is the glow we adorn.
Having been, seen and so known who we are,
eternal light, shining like the North Star,
what’s imbibed must be assimilated,
else we’ll continue playing below par,
feeling as yet from God separated.
Unbroken awareness of light of Self,
seeing God in all objects manifest,
no residual desires on our shelf,
in midst of movement, poised always at rest,
vagaries of fate laughed off in light jest,
the liberated soul always feels whole,
as a non-doer in his ordained role,
radiating love and light at all times,
holding firm focus thus, his only goal,
heart’s rapture rising betwixt bliss beat’s chimes.
softening attention
unfocused awareness
by cessation of volition
rests in its natural state
whereupon without seeking
heart’s hidden intent stirs
in playful spontaneity
and childlike simplicity
invoking immersion of soul
in love’s enchanting fragrance
osmotically pervading the void
as that sublime emanation
divine effervescence eternal
oozing forth from heart of God
absorbed by the Self
which we are in singularity
now polarised in duality
and so mirrored in body-mind
enacts the will of God
As we expand
populations increasing
resources depleted
what will sutain us?
As wealth is held
controlled by the few
with so many deprived
when will there be justice?
As power is polarised
conflicts encouraged
the others abused
when will there be peace?
As we accelerate
communications ever faster
responses more instant
where are we heading?
As we leave behind
oceans polluted
space above cluttered
how will this end?
As society collapses
environment degrades
sea levels rise
who will survive?
As we lose intelligence
to artificial control
our humanity lost
who will we be?
The remnant will subsist
knowing how to cope
reusing repairing restoring
what little is left
finding new hope.
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.
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