January Rondeau Redouble Poems

Ingrain here now love, wisdom and power
Three fold attributes that make us complete
Rejoice hermit, in love’s blissful shower
Melding with oneness, sitting at God’s feet

Here in...

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Rapture fulcrum, heart the presidium
Tender caress, outpouring compassion 
Reverberating within, the love drum
Benign bliss shower, dance of elation

Play eternal, in void of cessation
Pervading all of...

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Blessings inpour, of their own volition
Unseeking vibrant presence keeps no score 
Save mindfully softening attention 
Narrow ego urgings, firmly ignored

Once our childlike innocence, we restore
Tranquil...

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Ambling along, in thought rested silence
Mantra Aum, the esoteric diphthong 
Cognised in void by inner sentience
The sound of one hand clapping, our swan-song

No doer choosing...

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All thought egoic, manifest by desire
Beginning with an identity urge
To expand, identity thus conspires
Spiralling in grooves, of narrow thought surge

Feeling separate from source, we diverge
Hypnotic...

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Magnetic pull, draws in the bliss current
Felt within, as vibrant throb factual
A constant humming, without abatement 
Joy ecstasy boundless, ineffable 

Path to activate magnetism, simple
We...

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Slow seduction, with magnetism rising
Innate aliveness in celebration
Blissful, boundless rapture scintillating 
As lower mind slips into cessation

No measure or size or calibration 
What is, is...

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Our thoughts suspect, if rooted in desire
Swirled in the storm, monk alone stands erect 
Oh hermit! Let love set our heart afire
All ego borne cravings,...

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Silent thunder borne of bliss ignition
The currents within, joyfully caper
Open secret of stillness in motion
Divine aligned, we need no translator

Sound of one hand clapping, dark...

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Divine light bursts, it’s hue, soft, brilliant white
Quenching our desireless, unseeking thirst 
We behold the wonder, by direct sight
Happening spontaneous, unrehearsed

As living light, within form...

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A PLACE IN THE SUN


A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Orange and yellow palette brush my face,
they dry my...

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