Short Capsuled Poems
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the capsuled module
of our luminescent Self
in bondage to body-mind
hypnotised and thus deluded
strangely attains an equilibrium
with limitation and ignorance
asking light to pay homage
to the befuddled identity
which soul has donned
capsuled in this organic form
in the matrix of space and time
to throb of bliss beats we conform
which conjures a beauteous rhyme
life’s dance in ultra slow motion
unfolds petals of heart in bloom
we are the wave and the ocean
feeling within bliss rapture zoom
Consciousness capsuled in form,
when with God’s laws does conform,
suffused with magnetic heat,
vibrant presence feels complete.
Through this life, as life may test,
poised in peace, we are at rest,
transfixed in the dance divine;
bliss beats with which we align.
God taps us at the highest point of our head,
between the crown chakra and the Bindu point
and as we are most gently by His hand led,
Divine Mother does by bliss mists form anoint.
Even though body-mind is an interface,
capsuled consciousness does receive divine grace,
that herein inseparable from the whole,
in mindfulness we may fulfil our life’s role.
reflections reveal radiance
emanating from deep within
enlivening bliss magnetism
around which polarities spin
tranquil stillness animated
totality capsuled in form
as transmitter and receptor
bilocates in this benign storm
divine bliss beats send a signal
that our essence is living light
whispered wisdom wisening us
drenching us in drunken delight
The root of all ignorance is the I-thought,
where our capsuled consciousness asserts itself,
that thus in a web of fears and desires caught,
bemused by narrow agendas on heart’s shelf,
knowing not who we are, we flounder about,
like a dead man walking, the mind filled with doubt,
so if we truly wish to obtain release,
in tranquil silence, flow like the morning breeze.
Seems as though the eternal
Sands of time
Have seized to call my name.
Since whispers have halted
And bells have rung
The clock have malfunctioned.
I wake to the dream and
Live at once with
Time not of the essence.
Barred no longer within
A cell in a cell
And capsuled nearly free.
I cannot wait till the
Disolving phase of this
Sponge like pill
Begins to take it's toll.
Form:
To smell the fresh bloomed flower
within this tangled mess
of what was once a garden lush
thriving on happiness
I'd have to chop through brambles deep
that reach out to snarl and scratch
Crawl over dry weeds and choking vines
to reveal a life detached
Is it worth the emotion and pain
to witness the scent of beauty
Should I not stay within my capsuled world
where "artificial" rules absolutely
Positioned near the peak and then pulled back,
matters not to us since ego is dead,
for though we were denied we feel no lack,
so we shrug off those moments when we bled,
continuing to with mindfulness tread.
We will wait for as long as it may take,
for our capsuled consciousness to awake,
be it in this lifetime or the next one,
so here we are, a rippleless calm lake,
our bliss drenched presence lustrous like the sun.
“Descent and ascent is the game divine,
which we see through when head and heart align.”
~ quote by poet
Poised in peace as the entire oneness field,
as also capsuled in organic form,
we see there are souls who need to be healed,
enabled if with God’s laws they conform,
by invoking in their heart a bliss storm.
Each soul awakes on earth in timeless time,
imbibing the truth betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
divine consciousness
capsuled in form
employs five electricities
to look at itself
in childlike wonderment
awed yet nonchalant
recognising the illusion
as but a dream template
wherein by feeling contrast
in the dance of polarities
that as love is imbibed
and wisdom garnered
we opt to remain motionless
in time dissolved stillness
in the womb of vast space
through whose pores we see
light of heavens from beyond
illumining the totality manifest