The thought of God is not God,
though belief may leave us awed,
being but self-hypnosis,
with silence our prognosis.
Unless head melds with the heart,
our God-search quest cannot start.
Focus firm, in the heart stay,
with silence as our mainstay.
Belief systems rigid:
enslavement to a cult,
offers mind some solace;
type of self-hypnosis
but of God, not a trace.
Belief systems rigid:
hymns and mantras we chant,
address but lower mind,
wherein we praise ourself,
whilst in scriptural bind.
Belief systems rigid:
makes us intolerant
to views others expound,
which we dismiss offhand,
since we ourself are bound.
Belief systems rigid:
of what avail are words,
offering not clear sight
nor surge of bliss vibrant,
that heightens heart’s delight?
11-June-2022
Meditation does not merely work for me
It uplifts me in a quintessential spiritual way
I am able to release my conscious to initiate self-hypnosis.
This reach into the upper limits is a wavering line.
When I am in my meditative relaxed state things happen
That do not happen when I have not released myself
Sometimes I feel gusts of energy whip in and out
Over my head, under my arms, faster and faster.
My hands often begin circulating like windmills
Faster and faster and faster and faster and faster
I have no need to stop this impulsive energy
It is a reflection of my spiritual self
When I am in touch with my soul self,
the best parts of myself live a joy I cannot get anywhere else
My day is full of happiness and gladness.
A reminder that I am a spirit person trapped in this flesh body.
The negativity in the world shuns away from me.
She senses my aura
Likewise, the positivity runs toward me with open arms
I reap what I sow.
To feel fully, we enter trance
Ego then leads us on a dance
Cajoling heart to fuel desire
We chase illusions till we tire
Choosing vibrance of nonchalance
14-February-2022
Ostrich syndrome, fears freedom
Choosing self-hypnosis
Not quite the pathway to wisdom
Death by slow osmosis
Stagnation stifles soul
Touch divine, makes heart whole
With zest, playing life role
Delusion spawned dome
Ostrich syndrome
29-August-2021
Quietus
step
by step
we expand
out consciousness
until our luminous self is revealed
we already are That but know it not
till clear light dawns
we wake up
from this
dream
09-July-2021
Given that we have amnesia
How may we reclaim soul presence
Earth life, a baffling enigma
Shrouded is our luminescence
Stillness the way, our prognosis
Given that we have amnesia
Silence exits self-hypnosis
Renouncing ego agenda
Spiralling thought inertia
Adds to lower mind confusion
Given that we have amnesia
Optimal path, meditation
This world of transience, unreal
It is but a dream arena
Throb of love, alone has appeal
Given that we have amnesia
08-July-2021
Ferality
Brutality
Remorse
Gratification
The gains
Illusionary
Repression
Sublimation
Ego games
Specious logic
Self hypnosis
Delusion
Web of thoughts
Gluey desire
Myriad fears
Habit patterns
A limitation
Self-imposed
Fear of freedom
Thus keeps us
Bound
20-May-2021
Rashomon effect, birthing confusion
Spawning divergent interpretations
Each stage actor, being far from perfect
Narrates storyline, riddled with defect
Swollen egos, dwelling in delusion
Feel good factor, self aggrandization
Leading not to truth realisation
Self hypnosis, that we may gain respect
Rashomon effect
Clear light dawns in the void of cessation
Spherical vision in meditation
Our blissful, fearless presence, stance erect
Disallows lower mind to interject
Obviating need for truth translation
Rashomon effect
06-April-2021
Our
active
animal
lower urges
overpower us.
Rotating attention,
exiting all stagnation,
all desires and fears rested,
childlike purity of being grants
freedom from ego borne delusion.
Contraction origin in attachment,
of fears and desires spiralling,
pursuing illusions fleeting.
Indulging in the movie,
we hypnotise ourself
amidst images.
The suffering,
life after life
follows
us.
29-October-2020
To have some fun
All past knowing undone
We employ synthesis
Of devotion & self-hypnosis
Shiva having absolute freedom
Ruler of the Universe as His kingdom
Omnipresent, omniscient & omnipotent
Full of love & light blissfully radiant
We assimilate this as our devotion
Then shift by auto-suggestion
Having merged with Shiva we are one
All powers of the Father are ours as His son
We thus remain within this wave of awareness
Tranquil & blissful & one with the That Oneness
25-August-2020
Within the realm of illusions
Wherein our attention is transfixed
Narrowness of our conclusions
Signals hypnotic maya has us tricked
If we be sleep walking in a trance
All seeming reality but a dream
Freedom simply an unclinging stance
Wherefrom radiant bliss streams
20-August-2020
To see, or not to see, that, too, is the question:
Whether ’tis happier to hail heartless happenstance
With resigned reality, or designed denial,
Twice succored by seductive self-hypnosis—ay, there’s the flub!
For what follies would such fogged perceptions fashion,
And ought not fierce defiance fade if sense has flown?
Thus vanity, that shifty, false defector,
Binds cowards, all, to say we’d sagely see,
But seeing we’ve imbibed its boozy blindness,
In vain we half-close eyes, shake spears, exist.
Here is the ballad of Web MD,
Self-diagnosing terminal maladies,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.
Let's do our own diagnosis,
Teach yourself self-hypnosis,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.
Let's sing our ballad of Web MD,
Sure we've got terminal maladies,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.
That was the ballad of Web MD,
What are today's self-diagnoses?
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond!
pain is
a mind thing
blue skys
Each day I awake and kiss the stubs on my hand - - - now, five of them. I never broke! Remembering each day, I thankfully kiss the feet of God in my mind. I thank him for the fact that they have only cut off another joint. All night they threatened - - - and had finally cut it off. I recoup while they get some sleep. I never broke, but I cried. I begged, pleaded and cussed, because they wanted a show more than the information. I had learned self-hypnosis as a kid. Little did I think then of how I would use it.
So, here I sit today. No fingers, no toes. I need about fifty skin grafts but you know?- - - I’m all right !!. I’m all right. I have loved and felt love. I have had the joy of being a son, a brother, a husband and a father. I don’t owe anyone an apology.
Now, I pray to be able to look deep within myself. I want to retreat far enough into my mind to find that bridge. I want the path to the other side.
So, sleepy, so much blooo ......... . . . !
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