there are dark desires in which we indulge
yet vibrant presence is impacted not
we drink to our fill but acquire no bulge
since we’re anchored not in stuporous thought
with ego spawned desires reduced to naught
weaving our path through every vibration
we embrace and release each sensation
Shutting down our stuporous mind’s thought noise ~
Tranquil heart instantly regains its poise
Our central vein is like a band of steel
As such, how may we speak of chakra points
Upon ego death we begin to heal
In a oneness field where God’s touch anoints
Embodying the light within we see
Boundaries drawn were merely thought constructs
Our pristine consciousness is always free
Known clearly when lower mind self-destructs
Manifestation is a wisp of smoke
Dancing as just do, puppets on a string
When fires of desire we cease to stoke
In the void of silence, we alone sing
Chakras was what we were talking about ~
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
Yet in life’s lucid dream of we but pause
Stuporous mind stilled and our heart devout
Clear light dawns as our identity thaws
In early days chakras were in focus
Representing realms we needed to cross
But ambling gently along love’s locus
Prayer on our lips, we discard the gross
In time nodes entwine, with God’s will align
That with map of our consciousness redrawn
We become the flame that carries His sign
As transcendental light that ushers dawn
On ceasing thinking we begin to feel ~
Our central vein is like a band of steel
Quieten mind and gentle the senses,
focus animated, poised in the void,
living in the now, not in past tenses,
no longer by stuporous thoughts decoyed,
shining as the Self, pure and unalloyed.
Let this then be the practice we adopt,
living authentically as we ought.
The Self within us is the same as in all,
which is a realisation that must dawn,
to which end if stuporous thought forms we stall,
fears and desires disappear, with ego gone
and then in silence who we are we recall,
in vibrant nonchalance even as we yawn.
Let this be the practice we choose to adopt,
until the ego is reduced to a dot.
discarding all concepts of this versus that
all that we do is allow bliss to unfold
having laid outside our heart love’s welcome mat
and putting all stuporous thought forms on hold
that in this way thus doing nothing at all
at the fulcrum of the magnetic bliss squall
as pheromones mingle and all nodes tingle
poised in stillness our soul’s eye becomes single
Our
senses
bemuse us,
causing ripples
in stuporous mind,
deflecting attention,
forcing us to look outwards,
at illusions of names and forms,
which we take as real and engage,
becoming captive to thoughts we conjured.
Oh worthy hermit, escape from life’s noise,
choosing instead staid silence and peace,
present as bliss beats in the heart,
as God’s touch divine sublime,
grace which we may invoke,
simply by choosing
soulful merging
here and now,
with God’s
light.
sliding into staid silence
stuporous thought forms released
poised in the void in our pristine essence
eye of our soul sees God is pleased
as we mirror His luminescence
The substratum of all objects manifest,
is what else but the divine Self absolute?
If we but put stuporous thought forms to rest,
in bliss enlivened silence we then reboot,
acting then no longer at ego’s behest,
eyes for God alone, our will is resolute.
Look not at form but at light of Self within.
God in heart calls us, so we plunge in therein.
we employ not will to be still
since there is no one here within
and yet we do ascend uphill
by resting stuporous thought din
ego clutches at wisps of straw
but now since it’s been vaporised
breath by breath we feel our heart thaw
whereupon God is realised
latent tendencies
simmer in the subconscious
surfacing in dreams
superficial silence
soapy film of a bubble
bursts when tested
stuporous awareness
as yet bemused by illusions
is blind to light of Self
to regain control
we bilocate consciousness
in playful spontaneity
all seemed well in heaven’s cocoon
then we sought earth life as a boon
to feel contrast one became two
male, female, the sun and the moon
stuporous mind, but a cat’s mew
of higher wisdom not a clue
muddled further by senses five
the web from which we must unglue
why do we feel that we’re alive
we know not who we are, yet strive
trapped in the open, free within
one with oneness, in heart’s bliss hive
attachment is our only sin
fuelling needless thought flow din
if we be but still, voids will fill
silence then’s the way to begin
first things first, we surrender will
love perches on heart’s window sill
the mirror shatters; we are free
relieved the dream was but a drill
negating neither waking nor dream state
we accept all illusions here manifest
designed to teach stuporous mind
and delight our innocent heart
whilst dwelling in the void
of vibrant emptiness
unable to identify
with cacophonous din
caused by stuporous minds
we take shelter in silence
aglow with light of God
perhaps it is escapism
as we search for rainbows
yet to manifest in the blue sky
which are already created
in the cave of our heart
love, wisdom and power
as the threefold flame of Christ
until imbibed and assimilated
signals awareness is as yet barren
stuporous consciousness sedated
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