the grid from navel to jugular notch
collaborates with the crown in our head
aflame and aglow, on the world keeps watch
fully magnetised and by bliss beats led
radiates cool heat, inhibitions shed
a consciousness scan we do not question
yet this happenstance does deserve mention
neither the observer nor the observed
but that which knows both as recognition
unchanging consciousness poised in the void
is the very source of bliss ignition
in this sanctum let us release tension
that stillness attained forever remains
as the light of Self where there are no chains
chakras hitherto ignored now pulsate
all polarised nodes wish to merge with source
manner of change varies as does blink rate
all accomplished without the use of force
kundalini being our sole resource
that as subject and object become one
all we are aware of is bliss beat’s hum
when the new normal is rapturous bliss
as that that does not come and go or fade
it makes the void a luminous abyss
an ethereal mist in which we wade
in the timeless now for us readymade
is-ness of being-ness has a new name
a tempest of delight we cannot tame
Life’s a lucid dream where we are in trance,
so we reflect on musings created,
in imaginary realms where we dance,
our roles shape shifting, stooped stance sedated,
at times sorrowful, at times elated.
Having not made love and light our mainstay,
our dreams betray that we have lost our way.
third eye to crown becomes a seamless whole
thus the concept of chakras is destroyed
we playfully go about our life role
shining as pure consciousness unalloyed
vibrant in aloneness in the vast void
witnessing, noticing, celebrating
hum of kundalini unabating
All hail True Love
All hail True Love
Athena
Christina
Meaner than ever
On a new endeavor
The weather gets better
We do NOT need a new header
Toast to true love
There is one above
Believers and non-believers collide
Where hope and bridges are built to unite
Swords and blades sparring in stark, open side
Oil in flames devouring grounds that ignite.
Pillars and towers of creeds in graphite
Melting away like rhyolite of quartz
Freezing as ornaments, crystallized parts.
We need no map for we dwell in the gap,
carried by currents of bliss magnetism,
having since discerned that thoughts are a trap,
blocking grace from igniting body prism,
so path of silence is our chosen ism.
We are both the oneness field and this urn,
where draped in bliss mists we willingly burn.
assuming our heart is satiated
we shed our mask and don a cloak of light
commingled with bliss beats unabated
that thus beyond space-time drenched in delight
we look at the world afresh with clear sight
but although now diminished is our fear
we nurture desire so we are still here
in moments when unfocused is our gaze
yet our attention is animated
the veil of space thins wherein if we laze
with no agenda by presence stated
the pulsations of bliss unabated
positions us in peace tranquil and deep
readying us for a consciousness leap
all conflicts must be healed by love alone
are the words our exalted master spoke
seems our consciousness we still need to hone
atone as head and heart to God we yoke
for it is now high time that we awoke
so we remind ourself life is a school
where emitting love is the only rule
Do not cry, my heart
I am still beside you
Hold your remaining breath
Gather your broken dreams
We must walk again
No one hears this pain
No one knows my silence
Fire burns deep inside
Tears flow within my soul
Still, I must smile
Do not leave me, heart
I will stay beside you
Even if worlds depart
Even if bonds are broken
You remain my friend
She chose another journey
My life must not stop
Her memories may hurt
Yet they will make me
I must live for myself
Rise, my heart, rise
Wipe away those tears
Your path still awaits
Your life belongs to you
I will become my light
bliss borne joy is held, poised yet pulsating
though chakras manifest, it is one grid
hum of magnetism is unabating
vibrant stillness on which we place our bid
for God to reveal truth our ego hid
this morn focus is on spine and forehead
merged with crown and heart, where bliss mists are bred
there is this secret motion in stillness
drenched in divine bliss mists we feel complete
call it if you will, our path to wellness
wherein each pore is suffused with cool heat
throbbing in sync with God’s sublime bliss beat
meditation that defies translation
elation in the void of cessation
A burn that is bliss, as flame without smoke,
transmutes our quintessence from deep within,
brought about when presence with love we yoke,
which causes this ignition to begin,
where the vast void beckons us to come in,
being absoluteness where we belong,
where pulse of life is sensed as God’s Om gong.
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