Wherefrom does the ego’s I-thought arise,
which distances our presence from the source,
is the untruth which we need to apprise,
in staid stillness without applying force,
pulsations of bliss, choosing to endorse,
breath by breath holding steady our focus,
in the cave of heart, along love’s locus.
Reflect: animals live in surrender,
vibrant and carefree, at ease whilst alone,
each heartbeat celebrated in wonder,
having no possessions they claim to own,
no misdeeds for which they need to atone,
joyous whilst alive and graceful in death,
living spontaneously breath by breath.
God takes care of all our needs in this world
knowing very well we’re searching for Him
so we’re provided for as life’s unfurled
though our body is weak and eyesight dim
wherein all we do is attachments trim
that eyes for no other bliss energised
in timeless time God too is realised
The inner Self shines like a gentle flame
Fire without smoke, it is felt as cool heat
It is our true Self scriptures do not name
Sense it in silence betwixt God’s bliss beat
Divine energy that does not deplete
We are not body-mind, we are this spark
Ascending in peace on an upward arc
Body-mind moves but consciousness is still,
in witness mode, tranquil heart its abode,
and as bliss magnetism God does instil,
joyous in the mists, we pay Him an ode,
radiating divine light, our soul’s code.
With fullness in emptiness as the norm,
poised in repose, we invoke a bliss storm.
songs of silence reverberate in heart
an orchestra playing for us alone
breath by breath we feel bliss ignition start
exhuming ego is how we atone
in timeless time coming into our own
with God’s omnipresence forging a bond
form dwells here, our spirit in the beyond
the dream God has impulsed, plays out in time
souls tango dancing on canvas of space
we are at all times synced with bliss beat’s chime
beholding light of Self, by divine grace
poised thus in peace with no puzzles to lace
yes, life as impulsed, unfolds by itself
wherein we are focused on light of Self
The I-thought has no real foundation,
since with each breath it is born and then dies,
so dwelling in all-time meditation,
simply ceasing to weigh, measure and size,
in the now we exit ego spawned lies.
The void-centric hermit detached from form
remains centred in God’s benign bliss storm.
The truth is known when our eye is single,
when what we comprehend is free from doubt,
feeling within bliss pheromones mingle,
that dwelling in peace as we go about,
with cravings of ego fully washed out,
the recognition which we thus do find,
is aflame in the cave of heart, not mind.
when we’re not enlightened yet magnetised
undeniable, compelling predawn light
the Self known but not fully realised
where we have glimmers of spherical sight
faith’s reinforced betwixt bliss beat delight
we breathe in the scent of love’s pheromones
boons of grace as our consciousness God hones
The first time that I saw your smiling face
My heart was caught and could not look away
Your laughter lit the room with gentle grace
And in that glow my soul was meant to stay
Though years have passed your joy still lights my way
And when we touch I fall as once before
Each warm embrace makes me love you even more
tweaking endings requires replaying dreams
but what is the cause of such addiction
wherein we enter trance in our thought streams
state of deep hypnosis our affliction
until ego dies by crucifixion
we may at any time set our soul free
unshackling consciousness from our mind tree
When ego is erased, what then remains,
save light of Self, which is the same as God,
so discard oh hermit, all thought form chains,
giving the potent force of love heart’s nod,
that in time our frigid heart may be thawed,
for it is within heart that God does dwell,
recognised when all our desires we quell.
secrets God reveals are for us alone
we cannot transfer boons of grace received
breath by breath as our consciousness we hone
soul is from labours of doership relieved
we’re then no longer by ego deceived
we would if we could, secrets divine share
hidden in plain sight, for souls self-aware
A mere speck of dust, a fly on the wall,
lives out its life in a narrow domain,
as do we whilst pretending to stand tall,
though demonic desires are not yet slain
and we are as yet bound by ego’s chain.
As in the allegory of the cave,
we sleep walk through life from birth till our grave.
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