When we are present we seem free
and when in trance, we appear lost,
yet are not all moments carefree,
witnessing awareness defrost?
As the substratum always still,
weaving our way through dream domains,
our playful heart employs no will
and is yet free from ego’s chains.
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“My child, I am not difficult to comprehend, nor am I hidden in consciousness. My child, I am not difficult to perceive, nor am I hidden in the perceptible. My child, I am not hidden in the forms immediately near me. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
The substratum upon which all forms dance,
which we may call the womb of existence,
known to pure hearts, when erect is their stance,
is eternal light and our quintessence.
The truth is known on shedding resistance,
when on ceasing to size, we vaporise
and that God alone is, then realise.
We find true peace when heart is in repose,
so let us not be by thoughts distracted,
since the truth’s substratum mind never knows,
fooled by illusions on earth refracted,
thus in silence, as fate is enacted,
resplendent in the vibrant light of Self,
bliss peaks and this dream flows on by itself.
Beyond the waking, dreaming and deep sleep states,
is perfect brilliant stillness, as Self aflame,
the light that lights all lights, which never abates,
scriptures call Turiya but give it any name,
once abiding therein, we are not the same,
being the substratum on which all states play,
quintessence of our presence, which does not sway.
Betwixt bliss beats, heart does sigh,
mind at peace, a cloudless sky,
presence vibrant and yet still,
aligns itself with God’s will.
Acknowledging not space-time,
with no mountains left to climb,
love’s bliss flame, our claim to fame,
treats earth life as but a game.
We may be a mere atom,
yet we are the substratum,
that that does not come and go,
cognised in staid stillness slow.
Free from thought, we are stable,
as bliss mists do enable,
transcendent truth undefined,
breath by breath, all breaths entwined.
we refer to ourself as ‘I’
the one we speak to being ‘you’
wherein the ‘you’ feels it is ‘I’
thus all being ‘I’
contemplating on ‘I’ it disappears
all that remains is consciousness
self-existent and full of bliss
being the substratum of being-ness
The world of names and forms shape shifts,
the substratum of which is Self,
so resting thought, whilst in repose,
our innate light reveals Itself.
The light of Self is the power,
by which mind is activated,
through which all illusions appear,
so let thoughts be decimated.
In a dark room we see nothing,
yet know for sure that we exist,
truth that needs no validation,
so why then do doubts yet persist?
In staid stillness the truth is known,
that we are in truth, living light
and resting in our being-ness,
we see Self in heart, in plain sight.
Self as consciousness is the truth,
being what we already are,
immediate and intimate,
shining brightly like the North Star.
In stillness consciousness expands,
but how can we be what we’re not,
so know we’re already the all,
recognised on making thought naught.
The substratum in which all three states appear,
alluding to waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
is where our distilled consciousness we should steer,
beyond mind and senses, in staid silence deep,
where thus watching wayward ego disappear,
light of Self is the harvest, which we so reap.
To fixate awareness on Self is our goal,
the only way for us here now to feel whole.
Self is the substratum of existence
everything else being but illusion,
so abiding thus, from God no distance,
we are then free from thought spawned delusion.
Imaginary is wayward ego,
thus knowing we are not this body-mind,
attachments, fears and desires just let go,
by day and night, with light of Self aligned.
Self alone is real and that’s the truth,
inconvenient for ego to accept,
so let us befriend silence now forsooth,
because for far too long our soul has wept.
Self is the truth and silence is the way ~
Oh worthy hermit, with light of truth stay
standing erect as a funnel of light
the world of forms whirls around our presence
lucid dream beheld by spherical sight
viewed nonchalantly by omnipresence
thus our eye single in life pulse dual
is the motionless substratum of life
all that moves employs love as the fuel
to throb in vibrance and to feel bliss rife
we as Self dwell in the cave of our heart
being that wherefrom all intents arise
with each breath feeling bliss ignition start
we behold in delight offered surprise
dipping in and out of love’s vibration ~
we are poised in the void of cessation
Through waking, dreaming, deep sleep, death and swoon,
being wave forms on the ocean’s surface,
as is waxing and waning of the moon,
the substratum of existence is grace.
God’s grace is invoked when our mind is still,
purified heart free from fear and desire,
whence yoked with God’s will, voids within us fill,
ego consigned to the funeral fire.
Made in God’s image, we are living light,
one without a second, outside space-time,
recognised upon garnering clear sight,
when we’re lost in love betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
We are not the body, we are not this ~
We are existence, consciousness and bliss
tip of nose chakra hums
the Bindu point listens
toroidal heart sings
fontanel glistens
Self as substratum
senses each nuance
as waves on the surface
within the ocean so dance
If we are to plot the path of ascent,
first things first, the kundalini rises,
divine magnetism accords bliss consent,
whereafter our ego death surprises.
Our eye single, we transcend time and space,
beholding our true Self as living light,
whence love enabled, held in God’s embrace,
we dwell in spasms of unending delight.
One with God, we then see He alone is
the all there is, pervading existence,
the very substratum, source of life’s fizz,
so there’s never from Him any distance.
The ignorant believe they’re body-mind,
whilst those who have seen, are with God entwined.
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.
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