We have seen our true form as living light,
outside time, as awareness self-aware,
dwelling in peace, lustre soft white yet bright,
fabric of consciousness, naked and bare.
Jiva as body-mind, Self as Atma,
are both us, immanent and transcendent,
birthed by light of God or Paramatma,
our innate being-ness, bliss resplendent.
The truth eternal becomes apparent,
when concepts we hold onto are released,
that as vaporised presence transparent,
the veil is pierced when thought ripples have ceased.
With cessation as our meditation ~
We become the flame, the bliss pulsation
there is no mistake
the pulsation is distinct
crown and third eye entwine
our presence is with bliss inked
arising from a centreless fulcrum
is the pull of divine magnetism
potent yet soft like a feather
grace ignites body prism
"I write from the core-
A mythic- street voice imprinted
From lived truth.
Shawdows and light footpaths walks with
Me;
I turn experiences into pulsation
Mental image into momentum,
Silence into something that
Share ideas.
My lines carry fortitude and grace,
Syllabary rising from the everyday
Rhythm shaped by subsistence,
Imagery born from what the
World trained me.
I am a writer of volume,
A poet of emotional transparency,
Building architecture from pain,
Alchemy from the imperfect,
And fire from the spaces I refused to fold.
This is my terrain-
Where honesty stands towering,
Where spirit threads through the grout,
Where every poem is a step evolved
From everything I've lived and everything
I'm becoming."
Cadre, thou art quincurion.
Five pointed star says sight, scion.
One in the center, mighty strong.
Four on the sides to greet the throng.
Clamber right o'er that wall, burglar.
Prize in thy eyes, shoot past the par.
Combination lock, face of safe.
O machine gunner, time to strafe.
Quinnat, move thy force in quinnet?
Pincer formation wins the bet.
However, salmon, wedge has wings.
Beware the spinneret. It stings.
Coalacanth, in the glassy lake.
Life is a rogue with thirst to slake?
Turmoil and trial? Fresh ocean blue?
Red rabbit, river, run straight through.
Quoddity, haunt the quadlibet?
Placard, plinth alabaster. Yet:
Relevance, where do you stake claim?
Pertinent, prosper. Fling, O flame.
Entelechy, thy entalpy.
Reason, heat up and sing in me!
Tangle, my thought-spark! Lightning falls!
Blistering broadsides by the balls!
Salve of diviner, vision weird.
Cel animation leered and jeered.
Alien skies and faces strange.
Jagged pulsation, range the change.
Electric shock, fire furious eyes.
Bring back the bolt that fastest flies.
Whirlpool, hum and whir. Broken bow.
Whippoorwill, swallow, undertow.
Along the spine, thirty three rings of light,
hold erect energies in feeble form,
wherein presence suffused with bliss delight,
invokes by pure intent, love’s benign storm,
pulsation sublime, to which we conform.
The grid is now a seamless band of steel,
whose each nuance, breath by breath we so feel.
bliss a pulsation
that pervades stillness
without intruding on quietude
God’s heartbeat within
silent beatitude
I was the storm-chaser of the soul,
in my psyche I felt the wafting touch
of your intangible gale of charisma,
rendering my love the blinding light,
magnificent to sense how it strikes.
But you drifted away from my entranced sight
like the squally clouds across my dream sky.
From the ebony edge of the night of despair
storm surged with thunder of tearing strife,
splintered my dream, dispersed in ornate debris.
I heard the squelching echo of sadness
resonate the rumbling lilt of heart’s lilac pulsation.
The tempest of grief wafted
the shards of my broken heart
configuring an emotive fresco
where I saw the beauty of sorrow
dance with the lazuli lightning of mesmeric memory.
what are we going to post today
in this question is concealed a desire
there is no judgment; it is what it is
artistic expression is what we aspire
words as symbols though are metaphors
we but point out to magnetism divine
yet to sense bliss beats as they manifest
with strobes of silence we must choose to align
apart from head, heart and spine, palms glisten
pulsation of omnipresence throbs everywhere
we as formless presence are poised in peace
in tranquil thought rested stillness self-aware
As you voiced three syllables,
sufficiently capable
to reach me seven heavens at once,
making my heartbeats to dance and prance !
Rapid pulsation rippling on crest of passion:
First verbal interaction from silent admiration.
Eternal time took pause on emerald emotion.
On that auspicious moment
my dormant desires achieved fulfilment.
I held my breath turning breathless.
With best bliss of my life I was blessed.
My ardent ardour glowed in glory and grace.
Yet sudden separation I had to face
at one corner of my path.
Meaningless life to drag on earth !
My heartbeats to run as I'm taking breath -
being always ready to welcome death.
ah, what is there to say
our head ovoid is ignited
a million bliss nodes pulsate
toroidal heart is delighted
potent is pulsation of peace
yes, peace is what bliss beats become
we transcend the world of names and forms
melding with the magnetic hum
I wear your handwriting,
fingerprints color my form
pressing poetically, buargeoning
on heaving breasts
and thickened nipples,
lyrical layers of cursive content
reflect rubaiyat scribbles
of "I love you"
across a bared belly
Notes of sweet nothings
linger abut
Warm hands
paint upon with
rapturous rhymes
rewinding,
brushstrokes bathe our bodies,
as I read you
hammering pulsation
of your heartbeat
comes alive,
as sketchings
adrift draft melting kisses
Tattooed tunes,
as pet names,
titillating resins
of a lovers gifts
You are in my skin
there comes a time when desires end
we neither ascend nor descend
yet there’s spontaneous intent
a pulsation with which we blend
we stand erect, spine a seamless band of steel
and as heart, third eye and crown triangulate
from a centreless fulcrum grows our soul’s zeal
in form, breath by breath embracing ordained fate
wherein we seek nothing, yet God does reveal
that He dwells within and we’re at heaven’s gate
labels lose meaning in magnetism streaming
pulsation eternal, love and light beaming
Yes silence is only hurting your heartbeat.
You are like for this pulsation to become a past feat.
No matter how hard you try you keep going back to your sorrow.
Your dismissiveness hey comedy have grown deep into your Morrow.
All you need is to be faithful and wait for me to give you children with my meat.
“There is no one to understand and nothing, indeed, to be understood. I have no cause and no effect. How shall I say that I am conceivable or inconceivable? I am free from disease—my form has been extinguished.”
First we believe that we are this
feeble form, this body-mind,
then dwelling in heart we sense bliss,
a pulsation divine aligned.
With bliss in permanence ingrained,
the mind is instrumentalised,
whence beyond space-time, Self unstained,
as our essence is realised.
Ego squashed, Self alone remains,
as both the dreamer and the dreamed,
so once we are freed from thought chains,
suffused with bliss, we are redeemed.
Fals self gone, karmic bondage ends,
as we yet witness flow of life,
heartbeats God’s love and light defends,
our quintessence always bliss rife.
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