when the new normal is rapturous bliss
as that that does not come and go or fade
it makes the void a luminous abyss
an ethereal mist in which we wade
in the timeless now for us readymade
is-ness of being-ness has a new name
a tempest of delight we cannot tame
fears to rest laid, in love and light we wade ~
assigning no grade to bliss readymade
bliss readymade
when mind grades it
joy fades swiftly
On the question of destiny and free will,
though life as impulsed will unfold as ordained,
feeling influx of grace, which God does instil,
our consciousness expands, from thought forms unchained,
whence the love dove perches on soul’s window sill,
revealing the light of Self, pure and unstained.
Spirit in form is here for a brief sojourn,
imbibing benign bliss burns in body urn.
When debts of love are repaid, in bliss we wade,
impacted no longer by the quirks of fate,
our non-judgmental eye assigning no grade,
knowing tempests that rise, will in time abate,
path of the heart offering bliss readymade,
propelling our presence straight through heaven’s gate.
Free will is the manner in which we respond,
choice of purity, forging with God a bond.
Contemplating, to whom does destiny come
and who is the doer, who seemingly acts,
in tranquil silence, betwixt bliss beat’s soft hum,
noticing how nodes within forge loving pacts,
aligned to the cadence of the cosmic drum,
whence negating the ego, since it reacts,
we see we’re not form but the life force itself,
recognised clearly as the light of our Self.
in stillness staid
readymade bliss
pervades our form
oh hermit, in the stream of love let’s wade ~
the table is laid for bliss readymade
to imbibe bliss readymade ~
allow thought spirals to fade
in the form of the readymade, now occupies a place in the void, you look at the size of this dewdrop & remember Andy Warhol, who was the first to begin this session in Tate Britain
God dwells within us, He comes to our aid
Thus there is no doing we need to do
The table is laid for bliss readymade
So in a stream of love and light we wade
Delighted as strobes of rapture renew
know that love assigns no grade ~
God offers bliss readymade
are we prepared to receive ~
asking ego to beg leave
Someone asked us how we began,
in as what was our truth search plan
and the path to which we were drawn
to perform a consciousness scan?
We sleep when we’re prompted to yawn,
awaking to vibrance of dawn,
table laid for joy readymade,
soul transforming as life flows on.
Let us then call a spade a spade,
saying God’s always at our aid,
which we know not, for we’re in thought,
assigning our ego a grade.
In strobes of love and light we’re taught,
recognised if heart be not taut,
for which if we befriend the void,
we’ll frolic carefree as we ought.
No longer then by mind decoyed,
childlike heart pure and unalloyed,
lighting the lamp of love within,
God’s grace ignites our head ovoid.
Life is a dream, know there’s no sin.
Breath by breath let’s anew begin.
God dwells in the cave of our heart.
He calls to us; plunge in therein.
Sensing a threat, move not a bit
Work not with a fear of failure in mind
Take not anything for granted
Accept not ever your defeat, untried
Try something new, ignoring routines
Smile more, the whole world smiles with you
Life is a progressive vehicle
Solutions are not found readymade
Live a happy and blissful life
Hope is the secret of survival
Line 1: Wait Not For a Hero
Line 2: Oasis in a Desert
Line 3: Goodbyes Play Their Part
Line 4: Call a Spade a Spade
Line 5: Letter to My Children
Line 6: Spreading Happiness
Line 7: Think For a While
Line 8: Face It
Line 9: A Kiss in the dark
Line 10: Hope
By force divine we are acted upon,
optimised for swift ascent of our soul,
wherein each life breath ushers a new dawn,
fulfilling beauteously our life role.
With the table laid for joy readymade,
there then is nothing that we need to do,
because God Himself hastens to our aid,
provided our heart’s pure like morning dew.
Life’s a maze that continues to amaze,
where if we stagnate nowhere, self-aware,
simply pausing to turn inward our gaze,
poised in silence, with love and light we pair.
Recognising we’re soul indwelling form,
we become the centre of love’s bliss storm.
Ask thoughts to shut up,
that our empty cup
be filled with God’s bliss,
bestowed by a kiss.
The kiss aesthetic,
love pulse magnetic,
entwines us with God,
in mind-body pod.
We are living light,
throbbing with delight,
known if heart is still,
bending to His will.
The table is laid
for bliss readymade,
so claim the surprise
and heavenward rise.
soul encased in form
faces every storm
as of agreement
till its bereavement
all souls look for love
and grace from above
ours if we be still
then voids within fill
choosing to let go
of wayward ego
we feel magnetism
in this body prism
the table is laid
for bliss readymade
garnered in silence
sans thought violence
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