Royal Poems - Poems about Royal

Lower desires orbiting body-mind, leaves heart incomplete, staring at defeat, signalling cravings should be left behind, that going in we may feel God’s heartbeat, imbibing bliss mists which do not deplete. With bliss attained and heaven in our sight, we drop this realm too, to transform as light....

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Recognising thought and senses as veils, to exit this maze where dream forms amaze, we enter staid silence whence presence sails, in the vast void, invoking grace that stays, pastures of bliss, upon which we then graze. Bliss too transforms as peace beyond space-time, where we as living light, heavenward climb....

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Ego, the thought we are this body-mind, delusion, since we’re in truth living light, so good is that which leaves desires behind, all transient pleasures that opaque clear sight. To reclaim our light that banishes night, thought cessation is the optimal way, joyful heart like a child, given to play. Employing our free will, God-search the quest, body-mind then is like a car...

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karma is the law of cause and effect the lesson it teaches is all are one thinking we’re body-mind is our defect so when desires ebb and we come undone God’s seen in each form shining like the sun with this recognition let us flow on breathed by God Himself, each moment reborn...

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the aspect of us in this form contained knows very well it is God’s interface so mindfully keeps heart pure and unstained free from fears and desires, no goals to chase that thus doing nothing, invoking grace witnessing ebb and flow of shifting tides with pulsations of truth always abides...

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light imbibed must be assimilated present always in active cognition when awareness is not agitated God’s love and light is our heart’s emission unbroken then remains His transmission poised as such liberated while alive we see God in each form in heart’s bliss hive...

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Heart empty, we invoke bliss magnetism, not imbibing but becoming the flame, which fully illumines mind-body prism, after which we are no longer the same, reclaiming light of Self, in life’s end game. Nodes within stir and all boundaries blur ~ With laws of God, we willingly concur...

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He wore no mask of murder’s face, No blade was in his hand, But still they called his love a crime, And could not understand. He kissed a boy with poet’s grace, The courts replied: “He’s banned.” They cast him in a narrow cell, Where joy must learn to die. He’d loved too much, and not too safe: Too deep, too true, too high. And...

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Let the gong of Om arise by itself, without a need to employ egoic will, that recognising living light of Self, love’s peace dove perches on soul’s window sill, whence we sip soma nectar to heart’s fill. In our native element, drenched with bliss, our heart feels complete, with nothing amiss....

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The cosmic egg, Hiranyagarbha sleeps, which simply means we’re yet to awaken, in as hatch out of the womb, when grace seeps, that balanced polarities when shaken, recognise that soul’s never forsaken, descending to heart, which is God’s abode, imbibing bliss, thus paying Him an ode. In case these terms mystify, just know this, that our soul’s light, is in form crystallised and...

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desire the cause of energy leakage with ego focusing on outcomes sought making presence tense, quivering in rage whereas in cessation, desires are naught where thus poised in the void, we are self-taught harnessing power of the universe without a need to prepare or rehearse...

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When space and time vanish, what then remains, save the light of awareness self-aware and in that pristine state, there are no chains, for we shine as Self, delusion stripped bare, with no agenda we wish to declare. As one without a second, we’re the all, pulsating with delight, in a bliss squall....

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Mind labels in symbols, objects perceived, with each from the other, different deemed. Bemused by illusions, we are deceived, by myriad impressions to us beamed, hypnotised by the forms, which we have dreamed. Freezing flow of time, piercing pores of space, at a stillness point, we see our true face....

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As the ocean into which rivers merge, the gong of Om swallows the universe, which when willed causes it to reemerge, heart magically conjuring a verse, without any need for it to rehearse. As the Self wherefrom the gong arises, let us embrace God’s offered surprises....

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Just as all our limbs are integrated, though each organ has a different role, know everything is interrelated, each one inseparable from the whole, which we too are, as the light we extol. Meditating thus, that we are the all, from cave of our heart, bursts forth a bliss squall. The sun is our eye and heaven our head, breath is the breeze...

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