retrace origin of thought to the heart ~
ego’s erased when we add love to cart
All was well with us till we went to church,
where we were told that we had sinned,
that we must atone so as to be saved,
a verdict that left us chagrined.
Temples and mosques too offered no solace,
each but a control mechanism,
within which parables are constructed,
designed to trap us in that ism.
Somewhere in all scriptures the plot is lost,
being God realisation,
instead of which we are to join a cult,
demanding our soul’s prostration.
Noticing all paths lead to a dead end,
we chose to befriend the vast void,
dissolving our mind in time stretched silence,
reclaiming heart’s light unalloyed.
The truth is within, not somewhere out there,
immediate and intimate,
to which end, simply melding head with heart,
we birth bliss that does not abate.
What religions conceal, we now reveal,
as our origins we retrace,
when heart is pure and eye becomes single,
we see God clearly face to face.
some scriptures advocate that we negate
the here now this feeling of body-mind
but our heart’s response is to celebrate
is-ness of being-ness divine aligned
a koel sings for no reason at all
imprinting in the void a work of art
so likewise poised in a benign bliss squall
we are the vibrance of toroidal heart
manifest form and unmanifest space
former the dance and the latter the stage
origins to the noumena retrace
peaceful pulsating light that has no age
what we dismiss becomes something we miss
clear sight barren offers not taste of bliss
Weird,
lost in suburbia of grey concrete.
How did I come here in this tragic desolation?
I just lie down, face up. I cannot get up.
This is no place for me.
What need have I of this place? Where is this place?
Despair.....futility....distress….
No one in sight. No taxis, trams, vehicles,
closed shops, or signs of life.
Just where exactly am I?
Can I retrace my steps?
Like an opened tomb with the smell of stench,
It pervades everywhere as rubbish litters the streets.
There is no illumination at the end of the tunnel.
Am I dreaming? I pinch myself.
No, I'm awake
A door opens; paramedics lift me up.
An ambulance takes good care for me.
Slowly I gain my strength.
bubbles rise to the surface
tendencies of our ego
in lucid dreams we retrace
fears we thought we had let go
komorebi light teases
concealing and revealing
we dance as our heart pleases
wounds of our dark past healing
what can emptiness reflect
save spasms of bliss magnetism
form is by bliss dewdrops specked
igniting mind-body prism
"Here is rest; and privacy.
Floaty, straw-like grassed.
What hangs is, boughed and buzzed
Unearthly, of
Earth's own bloomed love".
Up on these warm currents of
Passionate longing
Retrace, in what are thought-steps
Dreaming, for her's
A daydreamer's.
Flowers beneath my feet ever perfumed
When love freely flows from beautiful eyes
So sensual surrendering and bloomed
Wondrous and tender, basking in our sighs
Magical timeless moments to sustain
From soft textured love of truth shared as one
Where bliss warmly glows in our heart's domain
And the morning light bathes our skin in the sun
When we hear love whisper with each embrace
As this journey of love is ours to know
We'll steal kisses remembered and retrace
And open moist eyes to an afterglow
In our garden's amorous allurement
That enticed our souls with love's enchantment
“Pure, vast and homogeneous like the sky, the Self is the same in all and devoid of all. It is the homogeneous Being divested of essence, nonessence, and change. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
We as the Self dwell beyond space and time,
being God or consciousness absolute,
so there are no peaks left for us to climb,
in the world of forms where egos reboot.
Reworded we may say there’s no one here,
meaning separate selves do not exist,
so let us discard all objects held dear,
reclaiming innate light as a bliss mist.
Oh deluded one, we are breathed by God
and ego’s but an earth life interface,
which drops off on its own leaving us awed,
as steps towards our true home we retrace.
Ascending in time on an upward arc,
such is the truth discovered, plain and stark.
“Know all instruments of perception to be like ethereal space. Know all objects of perception to be like ethereal space. Know this pure One as neither bound nor free. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
To play a game, we frame some rules,
which repeated practice then schools
but in truth we are always free,
when we see bondage is for fools.
Our luminous Self is carefree,
yet dons form for a jamboree,
in the matrix of time and space,
as a leaf bound to the mind tree.
Our origin we may retrace,
in tranquil silence, by God’s grace,
to whose presence we are threaded,
known when we slow down our thoughts pace.
Oh hermit, where are we headed,
amidst demons who are dreaded,
as dream forms we have created,
to whom we seem to be wedded?
When we wake up, as is fated,
all darkness is decimated,
whence on reuniting with source,
our freedom is celebrated.
Ceasing striving, using no force,
we can choose to shift our life’s course,
by power of bilocation,
when ego cravings we divorce.
In rippleless meditation,
in the vast void of cessation,
animating our attention,
we entwine with God’s creation.
“That which has been described as being like ether is indeed like ether. That is Consciousness, blameless, omniscient, and perfect. It does not move about on the earth or dwell in fire. It is not blown by the wind or covered by water. Space is pervaded by It, but It is not pervaded by anything. It is existing within and without. It is undivided and continuous.”
With these verses we enter waters deep,
since the reference is to boundless space,
piercing which we take a consciousness leap,
for through its pores shines God’s magical grace,
our home, towards which our steps we retrace.
All that is manifest springs from God’s will,
Who may be known when we choose to be still,
whereupon we see we are one with Him,
love, light and bliss perched on soul’s window sill,
as we sing to God a prayerful hymn.
life is in motion but our core is still
where presence dwells detached, drenched in bliss mists
as we sip soma nectar to heart’s fill
and since there is no ego that resists
in truth we have erased our to-do lists
but yet receive bountiful boons of grace
as steps toward God we slowly retrace
Recognising ego as an interface,
brought about because the Self drifts into trance,
waking up from slumber, our steps we retrace,
from head to heart, looking at ego askance,
that doing so, bliss magnetism we embrace,
free from delusion, making erect our stance,
whence inner conflict ends and struggle ceases
and our purified soul does as it pleases.
You've left this land, but this land won’t leave you.
She’s painted like a sky inside your mind,
beneath which your true life is acted out.
Her vengeance is each day you don’t return.
As birds retrace their ways on twilit wings,
however far they forage from their nests,
so too your soul, when daylight’s had its way,
is drawn to suckle at her thorny breast,
until you waken to a world of mirrors,
where nothing is familiar but yourself,
to wander gleaming cities leached of life,
whose foreign doorways bar you from your home.
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Tiptoe through the house
Breath slow and shallow
Pry open the bedroom door
Trickling light escaping in a narrow line
Enter the overwhelming emptiness
Pocket all possessions
Thieve what is yours but belongs to others
Retrace your steps
Backing out of the quiet house
Leave no footprints,
No clues —
Only the consequences to your actions.
Space is the place,
Patterns retrace memories,
Creating what you see,
You're already in eternity.
The entity just energy in formation,
Information translating a story you wrote.
Your throat the portal of your creation,
Throwing vibrations into the space you play in,
So you can feel sensations,
In many different dimensions.
An interaction of energy,
Eternally intertwined,
Internally designed to thrive,
I've been taught to survive,
Because I was always alive.
Driving through the multiverse,
Traversing each verse,
The universe is a playground to rehearse.
You can reverse the roles,
Flip the poles,
And the waves keep rolling,
Space keeps growing.
Knowing all is now,
Somehow I got lost in the cost,
And getting bossed around.
I found a better way,
Living in trust each day,
Staying calm letting it play out.
I have no doubt,
There's more about life to learn,
Burning through incarnations,
Turning the tides of creation,
Now rising in its vibration.
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