He who’s in a state of separation,
hypnotised and in clutches of ego,
knowing not oneness of God’s creation,
how may he his fears and desires let go,
save by shifting into staid stillness slow,
recognising this life as but a dream,
created by thoughts he himself did stream?
cave of the heart and centre of our head
are both joined by an ethereal thread
a secret divine which only we know
cognised by presence in staid stillness slow
with fortitude drifting into quietude
attention effortlessly internalised
bliss beats making spiritual attitude
in staid cessation clear truth is realised
that we are living light crystallised in form,
vibrance of silence centred in every storm
where all that’s manifest and unmanifest
is God consciousness in movement and at rest
dreams that manifest ask us a question
about attachments we yet hold on to
if we are honest in our confession
and the root cause of our fault line review
it is possible to make a breakthrough
whence delinking presence from our ego
we imbibe clear truth in staid stillness slow
thoughts we witness impact us not
they arise from an unknown origin
in staid silence we are self-taught
grazed by bliss, each spasm virgin
Gathering nuts like a squirrel,
we too are driven by instinct,
knowing not in truth who we are,
from truth of existence delinked.
Breaking our habit borne routine,
by shifting into silence staid,
in the vast void of no-thingness,
we enter God’s heavenly glade.
The seeker who sought is no more,
in blissful stillness vaporised,
yet our formless presence remains,
as the light of Self realised.
suffused with currents cool and warm
fullness in emptiness the norm
staid presence does nothing at all
poised thus in peace in love’s bliss storm
Without a doubt, thought is food for the ego,
which dwells in duality as does our mind,
so poised in staid silence, gently letting go,
leaving all our conditioned beliefs behind,
sliding into the heart, pure like morning snow,
doing nothing we become divine aligned.
Oh hermit, freeze the frame of time and be still,
whence blessings in-pour and voids within us fill.
God gives but we fail to receive,
full magnitude of divine grace,
until we enter staid silence,
feeling His love in close embrace.
Hovering at the cusp of thought,
before the stream begins to gush,
negating tidings it has brought,
in staid silence, we hush its blush.
Intent simmers in the background,
for the moment gentled and tamed
but resisting to remain bound,
it returns disguised and renamed.
Silence may sparkle when we’re still,
yet what’s a dream but a thought stream,
where we are worse off, stripped of will?
Let our cup of joy overspill,
bliss drenched soul atop love’s moonbeam,
sipping bliss nectar to heart’s fill.
thoughts arise, tail wags the dog
events in this dream we log
a great game but let thoughts rest
blest by God, in heart’s bliss nest
sounds of silence pervade form
hum of bliss is now the norm
shapes shift on time’s horizon
in staid stillness we wisen
there it goes again, as space winks at us
mirroring our heart’s pristine intention
imbibing vibrations in staid stillness
form relaxed yet there’s dynamic tension
as we become the vast void’s extension
wherein with God’s hand cupped over our head
we innocently follow where we’re led
quirky bats from lemon flats
rolled up into the orange mats
did not come out until Halloween
hidden until they chose to be seen
the children liked them right away
parents were not yelling “yes, hooray!”
but children are not fearful until they are told
by people who are prejudiced, staid and old
as dreams within dreams unfold
in trance we fail to behold
we as Self are free from sin
since our light is caged herein
head and heart not hand in glove
we are distanced from God’s love
Who calls to us from the heart
where path to light we jump start
staid cessation is the way
to grow bliss beats day by day
that as we become the flame
our soul fulfils its life’s aim
As long as we be identified with body-mind,
there can be no reprieve from fear,
whilst in staid silence, if we choose to be divine aligned,
we sense God’s presence draw near.
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