Receptor Poems

Zen mode

a pinch of bliss 
at third eye and spine
sends us into a spasm of delight 
wherein we as a mere receptor
enjoy the boons of grace

Zen mode

one with the vastness, conspiring with space 
magnetised palms transmit radiant light
if the receptor chooses to embrace
healing mists infuse heightened bliss delight
that by God’s hands, wrongs suffered are made right
thus in monk mode, energies with love yoked
magic is conjured, divine grace invoked

Zen mode

bliss magnetism spikes
at any node kundalini likes
we know not the pathways
where Divine Mother hikes

as a mere receptor
we welcome offered surprise
offering no resistance 
to the dawning of sunrise

Zen mode

the Bindu point pulsates
wherefrom soma nectar flows
the pathways magnetism navigates
a secret God alone knows

we are but a receptor
recipient of divine grace
bliss pierces each body vector
in mode release and embrace

there is nothing to clarify
about the slow motion burn
wherein we see ego die
here now in mind-body urn

Say it like it is

In silence we feel chakra petals open,
corresponding to a flicker in vast space,
a vibrational message by God spoken,
as steps toward heaven we slowly retrace.
Of boons of grace, we are a mere receptor,
sensing magnetism pierce each body vector,
wherein in truth there is nothing that we do,
save letting these divine pulsations renew.

so spake simple Simon

minus thoughts, our ego recedes
we’re pure awareness, self-aware
in the void, we lay our soul bare

we shift to heart, where God’s love breeds
delight as pheromones mingle
making eye of our mind single

bliss magnetism, feeble form feeds
look at it as kundalini 
or simply call it the genie

God is He, who does all the deeds
we are a humble receptor
bliss strobes pierce each body vector 

‘come home’, God says, ‘for My heart bleeds’
‘all I ask is, please make heart pure’
‘for every conflict, love’s the cure’

minus thoughts, our ego recedes
we shift to heart, where God’s love breeds
bliss magnetism, feeble form feeds
God is He, who does all the deeds
‘come home’, God says, ‘for My heart bleeds’

Zen mode

memory recalls moments of epiphany 
which though now seem dormant
heart recognises as vibrating
veiled from awareness

accepting what is
in vibrancy celebratory 
we meld with humming vastness
becoming it whilst yet also here in form

thus as both in the material and ethereal
our awareness self-aware animated
imbibes and radiates throb of bliss
as both receptor and transmitter

Journey without movement

As bliss bubbles expand,
we feel each pulsation,
caress divine sublime,
as our meditation,
synced with the cosmic chime.

As bliss bubbles expand,
we begin to transform,
whence head and heart linking,
attain in love mists warm,
awareness unblinking.

As bliss bubbles expand,
we as a receptor,
sense the throb of delight,
in each body vector,
as our soul’s wingless flight.

As bliss bubbles expand,
polarities mingle
and exiting space-time,
with our soul’s eye single,
heavenward we thus climb.

Bliss energised stillness

The kundalini moves in form as She likes,
wherein we are but a humble receptor
and as in time dissolved stillness rapture spikes,
soma nectar pierces each body vector,
so there is no cause for us to look askance,
when the navel chakra assumes a bliss stance,
for node any, we have no say in this play,
of divine magnetism rising day by day.

Savouring gifts of God

it is a cold winter day 
we soak in the warm sunlight
a gentle breeze is blowing
everything seems just right

such simple pleasures of life
are bestowed as of God's will
we are but a humble receptor
sipping soma nectar to our fill

we feel no urge to act upon
an agenda our memory recalls
if ordained we will do as asked
even as wayward ego falls

God rows the boat in which we are
wherein we exist as a mist
our presence is soaked in delight
being by Divine Mother kissed

Ramana’s inquiry

the object the subject has dreamed
moves within the dream realm so conjured
acquiring an ego, a temporary consciousness 
to navigate the terrain where it has been so placed 

being hypnotised by the environment 
the dreamed object inevitably enters trance
forgetting its origin it then seeks to expand itself
instinctively pursuing ephemeral objects of heart’s desire

the entity by itself is merely inert dust
hemmed in by senses five and lower mind
so it remains in delusion, pausing not to inquire
the answer to the age old simple question: ‘who am I?’

recognising thus earth life as but a dream
wherein we’re both the dreamer and the dreamed
though we’re a receptor, we may yet tweak the dream
instantly by simply shifting into the vibrant void of silence 

nonchalant to outcomes, ceasing to react
our nonjudgmental eye and free flowing spirit
navigates the labyrinth leaving behind no residue
by vaporising thus, ending the purpose of the dream

the paradox of enlightenment is clear
who gets illumined when there’s no one here
all that really happens is imagined boundaries blur
whereafter all that remains is the eternal living light of Self

Zen mode

deeming as intermediate
every offering imbibed
we remain a humble receptor 
to magnetism as it heightens
within this organic form 

humility makes us silent
yet the silence reverberates
with the cosmic hum sublime
so as we so surf the bardo
we willingly burn in body urn

Jump the queue

A creative urge arises
It’s origin to us unknown
Grace in-pours through heart’s open door
Ushering blissful surprises
Focus peaks, rose in bloom full blown
Spoken of in awe in folklore

Divine ignition continues
It’s renewal continual 
Where we’re a humble receptor
Witnessing how rapture renews
Here and now, in life’s pulse dual
Bliss piercing each body vector

As we burn in mind-body urn
Our soul thus ascends, out of turn

vibrant aloneness

alone and unknown in midst of many
our heart yet feels a strange peace
boons of bliss magnetism have enabled
from demons we conjured release

as a module of God in feeble form
we’re but a humble receptor
enlivened by currents both cool and warm
bliss pierces each body vector

having chosen the path strewn with roses
what matters the prick of a thorn
dwelling in space-time dissolved eternal now
we are with each breath reborn

Zen mode

soma nectar drips
from medulla along spine
likewise at jugular notch
dew drops fall into heart
where swirling toroidal mists
hold offerings in embrace
transmuting by alchemy
the womb of existence
contained within

as both this and that
transmitter and receptor
what is there to be done
as waves of the ocean
are sipped by the sandy shore
eager to savour the elixir 
at one end of the polarity
whilst the distant moon enables
movement that so enables

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