Short Organic Form Poems
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is sentience a curse if we feel
God’s breath breathing all forms
and is innocence heart’s weakness
as bliss magnetism organic form storms
enlightenment is but disappearance
of identity that in truth never was
we suffer in organic form we chose
know oh hermit, desire as the cause
I write poetry
or do I, if I am not
this feeble organic form?
Wise words, oh hermit,
know that each exalted thought,
comes from universal mind.
energised by the sun
wooed by the moon
enlivened by magnetism
organic form responds
to tease of the breeze of love
felt by the dweller of our heart
organic form asserts its need
partaking of the elements
there is of course no harm in this
provided we be void-centric
radiating light, drenched in bliss
Where is God hiding,
within this organic form,
a question as old as time.
Oh revered hermit,
both heart and the fontanel,
shine with light of the heavens.
vibrational shifts creates soul’s music
through senses pervading organic form
magnetic heat peaks, heart is delighted
our presence remains centred in the storm
the staff of power
from root to crown
capsules consciousness
in organic form
the boundless
now containerised
is yet always free
in bliss energised silence
tapestries
of
light
in
a whispered
symphony
of existence
at
the crossroads
of reality
to will
a search
of the
fabrics of time
views are thoughts imaginal
construed, conjured
and as such
of no use
by touch
direct experience
organic form transmutes
then we know since we become
My grandfather’s rocking chair induces,
bliss magnetism to become manifest,
as vibrations from ancestors borrowed,
transmuting this feeble organic form,
into God’s sublime ethereal light.
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we as bliss magnetism
as directed by grace
enliven body nodes
in organic form
the ego aspect
merges with spirit
enabling bilocation
of our consciousness
both transcendent and immanent
involuntary bliss spasms
caress of divine delight
compels us to go in
forcing us to flinch
and so we smile and look
as the universe so conspires
to transform each node as light
within our decaying organic form
miraculous immersion
in illusionary space-time
containerised in organic form
borrowed from elements
leaves us astonished
here we are then
both captive and free
positioned as we wish to be
that contrast hones love
making us complete
light eternal caged
by ego upstaged
merely needs flame of love
that grace from above
vivifies organic form
with a magnetic bliss storm
if love be our invocation
with dedication
God’s self-existent light
pulsates by day and by night
within
Beholding objects
And space that holds them
Polarities shift
Inner sentience
Cognises soul’s light
A strange fragrance
Of love pervades
Organic form
Which we ensoul
As we taste
Bliss nectar
Joy fills heart
God’s gong
Resounds
Grace
why would we rise
from time dissolved rapture
suffusing our organic form
renewing its sublime pulsations
in incessant renewal continual
reverberating at our core
surging forth from deep within
accompanied by a sublime fragrance
as the effervescence of God
routine we assumed as addictive
is discarded instantly on demand
as of suggestions of the universe
with which our presence complies
it is simply an observation
validating perhaps thinning of ego
wherein all that remains is Self
embodied within organic form
absolute perfection of spirit
trickles into organic form
soul mindfully aligns
with the source
ascent is assured
what matters is time
requiring repeated rebirth
until we lay to rest all cravings
thus stillness is the remedy
and silence the healing balm
boundless presence
caged in organic form
in bondage to limitation
facing fierce storms daily
celebrates the experience
vibrant with blissful joy
recognising the game
conjured for our soul
wisdom for posterity
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How still is our stillness, if we as yet intuit
continuity of the sounds of silence,
within organic form with which we identify,
thus subconsciously inking wisdom imbibed,
with memory imagery and conditioned belief,
deludedly proclaiming prismatic hues as truth?
cravings of form consumed me
oh how I wished to be free
although organic form is but dust
I am torn between divine love and lust
so as to become self-aware
I decided to stagnate nowhere
releasing each impulse as soon it arose
remaining vibrant in blissful repose
how can feeble organic form hold
rapture borne by bliss magnetism
it cannot
so the current is regulated
allowing time for assimilation
we are grateful
to that supreme intelligence
which watches over us tenderly
wherein all we do is allow
influx of divine grace
If we are here and God out there,
organic form should be inert
but since His breath makes us aware,
is how bliss beats within us spurt.
It’s clear that ego’s our fault line,
corrected when head-heart align
and no sooner we disappear,
the truth of oneness becomes clear.
deeming as intermediate
every offering imbibed
we remain a humble receptor
to magnetism as it heightens
within this organic form
humility makes us silent
yet the silence reverberates
with the cosmic hum sublime
so as we so surf the bardo
we willingly burn in body urn