when there remains no ego residuum ~
we’re in a present moment continuum
impacted by a verbal assault
although we rebounded soon
the incident made us reflect
on cause why we did so swoon
stuporous is our awareness
driven mostly by instinct
we react as of our ego nature
our heart with God not linked
until our response is gentled
in an unbroken continuum
we remain to our ego captive
which contains feral residuum
feeling soma nectar within dripping
fertilising, nurturing, tending to our soul
holding promise of freedom here and now
that pristine presence caged in form feels whole
we feel and so become one with the magnetism
gripped in meditation in the now continuum
rapture heightens and we willingly burn
vaporising remaining ego residuum
Eureka bliss continuum,
explodes concepts our mind clings to,
which sans ego residuum,
enables rapture to renew.
Yet to get to, we must let go,
to feel God’s light within us grow,
simply making our touch gentle,
invoking bliss transcendental.
relaxing and being as we are
if mind wanders, we let it
aware of whatever appears
in mode embrace and release
God’s presence nears
practicing the presence
as a flowing orientation
heart cleansed of ego residuum
one with pulse of love magnetism
we are vibrant in the continuum
Softened attention, our meditation,
in a space-time dissolved continuum,
wherein presence shows no hesitation,
to shed off ego spawned residuum.
Reworded, let’s say there’s nothing we do,
except to remain poised thus in silence,
mood and mode joyous as bliss beats renew,
in a realm free from thought borne violence.
There is no room here for desire or fear
and in fact ego having receded,
we see the world appear and disappear;
with our will to God fully conceded.
This, oh hermit, is the in-between zone ~
Pastures of bliss mists, where our soul has flown
From singularity, we descend, touch, immerse, create
To feel duality fully, we choose to enter trance
Attempting to cling to altered circumstance
Death alone makes sensations abate
Unless
Head and heart unite, taking a stand
Exhuming from lower mind, ego residuum
Nonchalant silence animating the continuum
Who in truth we were and are, we then understand
Thus
As we bilocate gently between singularity and duality
Though heart may choicelessly seek an encore
Our vaporised presence keeps no score
And ego death is the only fatality
Death of a loved one
Fifty-five years! More or less! I did not know, then,
How, to your adieu, o mother, I said Amen;
Later, like the ache of an amputated limb,
Existence, like a gloom-glaring jail cell, grew grim...!
I know, from the frail earthen pitcher of physique,
Your soul, O my mother, that, for long, was homesick;
Had taken its flight far from this interim earth,
And amalgamated into the endless mirth...!
It's not due to doubts about your life eternal,
Nor the chance of being a creature infernal;
Your passing through the gateway of naked newness,
Is as clear as crystal to me, though seems clueless…!
Tingles of your touches tinged into tenderness,
Turned too into touch-me-not of tentativeness;
Your existence in me is a continuum,
It's not a cloudy chemical residuum...!
I know your death is not a dark dusk but a dawn,
Designs of resurrection are dazzlingly drawn;
Ignorance that ignites the minds with illusion,
Fails to form fundamentally free faith fusion...!!!
04 April 2023
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A surreal, blissful calm engulfs form
Of deep peace emanating from within
Magnetism sublime, neither cool nor warm
Benign burn playing gently on our skin
Bliss mists both transcendent and immanent
Enliven by transmutation heart’s core
Ignition renewal thus permanent
Celebrates is-ness like never before
No labels may assign how love does pine
Rapturous in the time continuum
Throb of aliveness sublime and divine
Now bereft of ego residuum
This life is then a game, with one sole aim
Being all about becoming the flame
28-February-2023
20.8
“Where is the knower?
Where is knowing?
Where is the known,
or knowledge itself?
Where is anything?
Where is nothing?
I am pure Awareness”
Verse revisited on 27-November-2022
Standing in, within yet apart from the template of space-time
Beyond all phenomenal worlds, resides consciousness sublime
Positioned at a centreless fulcrum, devoid of any ego residuum
I Am presence cognises the all-ness of the manifest continuum
Holding at the Bindu point of singularity Sat-Chit-Ananda bliss
Upon which the mystic affirms all that is, is God, here now this
Flowing gently in life’s continuum ~
Let’s relinquish egoic residuum
05-September-2022
Animate with joy, the continuum ~
Free from trace of ego residuum
03-August-2022
Peeling off darkness, layer by layer
Softened attention, our meditation
Soul presence becomes it’s own soothsayer
Bliss enlivening void of cessation
Awareness self-aware, sans lower mind
Still, in a thought rested continuum
Vivifies space-time by pure intent kind
With no trace of ego residuum
Simply thus being and so becoming
Our entire mind-body is magnetised
Soma flows, welcoming our home coming
By the Holy Spirit, we are baptised
Complex made simple by the bliss tingle
Soul awakes, as joy pheromones mingle
25-March-2022
In continuum of stillness
Void as object of awareness
There then thus being no fulcrum
All that is, is vibrant oneness
Sways not attention pendulum
There’s no ego residuum
Save the bliss mist, nothing intrudes
Enlivened is our body prism
20-March-2022
Descent and ascent
Through vibration spectrum
May fan fires of feral sentiment
Enmeshing our soul in ego residuum
To feel fully by touch we enter trance
Leading to dreamy state of stupor
Indulgence in earthy dalliance
Makes endless our caper
Upon reaching exhaustion
We exit the thought form stream
The void of silence, desire cessation
Offers a chance to wake up from the dream
The underlying truth is right before our eyes
Space between us and myriad objects
If restless heart ceases it’s sighs
We see dream life’s defects
Unfocused gaze held thus
In boundless space all around
Resting desires that tend to nonplus
In but not of the world, we’re no longer bound
Mind-body and ego identity then an apparatus
We employ it as of need to navigate life
Playfully going where God takes us
Awake, aware and with joy rife
14-March-2022
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