Ascent
As Bindu and third eye entwine,
we feel pristine presence align
with the pulse of the universe,
renouncing cravings that confine.
Dancing without need to rehearse,
vibrant heart composes a verse,
recognising life is but play,
accepted for better or worse.
Be this as it may, we yet sway,
having not made love our mainstay
and so betwixt glimmers of light,
silence becomes our chosen way.
Third eye grants sight and Bindu, bliss,
bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss,
whence feeble form becomes aflame
and we see we are all of this.
With God connect as soul’s sole aim,
there remain no demons to tame
and suffused by magnetic heat,
emptiness is our claim to fame.
As polarities meet and greet,
throb of bliss makes heart feel upbeat
and as we slowly vaporise,
wayward ego concedes defeat.
Embracing each breath in surprise,
we do not weigh, measure or size,
soul choosing instead, to be led
by God’s magnetism to new highs.
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