as divine magnetism at play
bliss pulsations delightful stay
but since the strobes are sensory
therefore for transcendence we pray
In stillness sedate, as we meditate
Strobes of silence meld with our soft heartbeat
Hear these hibiscus hymns that elevate
Celebrate as refrains of life repeat
As the light that lights all lights, we just are
Rainbow in full view, envied by the sky
One with the all, we woo a distant star
Cradled by Cupid’s mellifluous sigh
In-form polarities merge in our core
Thus self-aware, we’re centred everywhere
Each pore a door, through which blessings in-pour
We plunge into the void, just for a dare
Pheromones mingle, our eye is single ~
Heart’s rapture grows betwixt bliss beat’s tingle
The dark room is a canvas of hidden shades.
Vibrations from veins in the sky thrill as they fade.
My reflection catches a sudden, wide smile,
Awe-struck by an ambience so raw and frightful.
My heart skips; the pulse is electrified.
Pulsating sparks strike sharp like hidden teeth,
Illuminating bare floorboards and weary bones.
Unfettered liberty shocks like the first brush of lips.
A current travels all the way down my spine.
I marvel at this ecstasy, this fire’s heat.
Life's force takes hold when abandon grasps and tears.
Reluctance surrenders to endeavors of splendor.
Stark white strobes strike—the dark is vanquished,
Leaving the room to shake in the heavy wake.
what are we going to post today
in this question is concealed a desire
there is no judgment; it is what it is
artistic expression is what we aspire
words as symbols though are metaphors
we but point out to magnetism divine
yet to sense bliss beats as they manifest
with strobes of silence we must choose to align
apart from head, heart and spine, palms glisten
pulsation of omnipresence throbs everywhere
we as formless presence are poised in peace
in tranquil thought rested stillness self-aware
Written: June 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: "The brain discovers, but emotions replicate past occurrences forevermore." By Poet
I glide amid suspense as the air grows dense.
Through amber fractures that scrape the fence,
Still blazed for the thrill your shadows wore—
The anchored verdict, of evermore.
A silted shard of time daze,
A wire-mesh mirror that grate and glaze,
It scrapes the shell where the marrow tore—
A signal throbbing evermore.
Through gullies choked with a sullen scent,
Through spans of gloom where lumber's bend,
Your strobes ignite on the slatted floor—
A sizzling earth expanding evermore.
You lodge inside the strained strain,
A white-hot core that no veil can drain,
The pulsing pitch, I cannot ignore—
A sinew humming evermore.
And after the casing snaps its seam
When digits fuse in a blinding beam,
This vacuum slams on a rock-bound shore—
The engine stilled in evermore.
Though metal cools in the still space.
The spirit-volt is gone, without a trace.
A hissing heat on rusty shore—
the agony intensified, evermore
have ye as yet not seen flickers in space ~
strobes of love and light, that in-pour as grace
Seven pearls robbed
Ceramic contrivances replete
with squatter rights
entombing deep necrosis
for an Oscar appearance
staged and blanched
choreographed photoshoppery
of Cheshire cats
faux poses and grins
for psychedelic strobes
beneath neon footlights
and synchronised clatter
of frenzied palms
rhythmic and rigid
Politburo manoeuvres.
Wisdom transmitted by the universe,
is absorbed by heart in reverence staid,
with kundalini humming a bliss verse,
strobes of sublime rapture that do not fade,
being divine waters in which we wade,
enabling magical transformation,
in the vibrant void of thought cessation.
God as the deathless, birthless, formless whole,
is divine light in heart we discover,
entwining with which, is our life’s true role,
on removing ego’s thought shroud cover.
Dissolving in our lover’s eyes, thoughts cease
and all that remains are sublime bliss beats,
so likewise if all cravings we release,
our vibrant presence mirrors God’s heartbeats.
When there is another, thought is needed
but our true essence is beyond space-time,
so let only strobes of bliss be heeded,
conjuring in heart a beauteous rhyme.
Nothing need be done, God and we are one ~
Indeed we are the light, that lights the sun
Ego focuses on the body-mind,
be it senses or our desires and fears,
an intermittent feeling, best declined,
shifting instead to light of Self that steers,
our consciousness in which God’s light appears.
Resting thoughts, focus on the gap instead,
strobes of bliss beats where we’re by God’s hand led.
radiant palms and vibrant soles of feet
feel light strobes emanating from the heart
aware that all nodes in form are upbeat
sensing with each breath, bliss ignition start
readied for action, adding love to cart
seek prayerfully from God permission
to spread love and light, as soul’s emission
Silencing thought din in our head,
we shift into our heart instead,
granting strobes of bliss beats consent,
God’s touch about naught can be said.
Being blind, we follow the scent,
our faith held firm, will to God bent,
that soft rhythms of the universe,
words penned, love’s whispers represent.
Without any need to rehearse,
poised in repose we pen a verse,
with each flicker in space portrayed,
that the vast void we may traverse.
God Himself hastens to our aid,
that by mind we be not betrayed,
so therefore choosing to be still,
we sing songs our ego forbade.
Every time we pick up the quill,
auto-writing gives heart a thrill,
signalling we’re with God entwined,
Who makes easy ascent uphill.
transfixed in a steady bliss hum
strobes of light of the cosmic drum
form is stormed and we are transformed
as God’s harp continues to strum
strobes of love and light: messages from God ~
they resound in heart: walk in there unshod
transmitting back to Self, strobes of contrast
in descent and ascent through vibrations
looking neither ahead nor in the past
we embrace and release all sensations
trusting what is, with no expectations
that thus with bilocation as the key
unshackled from ego we’re always free
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