“The Lord of the universe is devoid of all names. He is subtler than the subtlest, supreme. He is spotless, beyond the senses, mind and intellect. Where there is such a natural Being, how can there be "I", how can there be even "you", how can there be the world?”
Ego cravings unendingly persist
but know oh hermit, form does not exist,
for we are spirit, not this body-mind,
so leave each conditioned belief behind.
On ego death, light of Self recognised,
the truth beyond space-time is realised,
as we so entwine with the oneness field,
by potent power God Himself does wield.
In thought rested silence the truth is known,
simply, that all that is, is God alone,
as ultimate truth that cannot be named,
the light that lights all lights, pure and unstained.
When there remain no goalposts to defend,
betwixt bliss beats we easily ascend.
The light of Self is in five sheaths concealed,
the grossest being this form made of dust,
then is the life force breath by breath revealed
and kundalini’s potent power thrust,
beyond which is lower mind we mistrust,
then intuition, aligned with God’s mind,
subtlest being bliss imbibed by hearts kind,
so when we speak of form it is all this,
where in our heart’s core, light of Self’s divined,
beyond space-time, in the void’s dark abyss.
bliss is the subtlest of the five sheaths donned
a steady hum of divine magnetism
fixating focus, taking us beyond
symbols, forms and labels of every ism
igniting here now our mind-body prism
simply stated bliss mirrors God’s heartbeat
rapture unbound that never does deplete
My intertwined shrine, beating eternally within a cosmic trochaic, as min
Mystic troubadours tell tell heart, shalom, I beseech thee to stay calm, oblivion
In articulating the orator prodigy, they too, let me down with the subtlest clue, refrain
Serenity taken a vow, to greet the suffocating spur, speech impediment to rush , her lame
T’was plethora a remnant efforts of lonely mourner days and nights, so long to belong
Sonorous, I was a reverie there, of your playful churn , yours pleasant companion
This day, with you in me , you stay there, festive to know my may
To rejuvenate a soul sharing you and me, splashed once to say, wills met the other day!.
voids within voids conceal
the light that lights all lights
all is within, in the head ovoid
innate aliveness of luminous Self
surging forth from our toroidal heart
subtlest manifestation being space
and ultimate illusion as linear time
exiting the matrix we so cognise
phenomena and the noumena
in perfect brilliant stillness
subtlest we are ~stuff of star
creation of the elements that spawn
densest is the space
between beginningless origins
and endless blurs
thus, cosmogony visible
vehement impassions
blends the invisible
spreading hues of mahogany,
redshifts dust
stripped of mind,
blurred...
manifested into existence
two worlds collide,
rich in lust
the subtlest gesture
of rude behaviour
impacts us
it should not
but we cannot deny
that it does
it is therefore clear
ego as yet
exerts control over us
our stuporous awareness
is the reason
why we sink
we thank the universe
for the opportunity provided
to learn as we burn
a word, a hymn
a symbol, an idol,
a scripture, a guru
held in the vibrant void
cognised by our awareness
felt in heart, distorted by mind
embraced, released, reinvented
as we leave our footprints behind
subtlest of heart tremors preserved
in the mind of universal consciousness
both within and beyond cage of space-time
to which shimmery illusion should we then cling
Power to invoke aesthetic delight,
is found in cave of heart, betwixt bliss beats,
teleporting soul to zenith like height,
love’s refrain that unendingly repeats.
Subtler than the subtlest scent to us known,
God’s elixir sublime enlivens form,
revealing deep truths, to us alone known,
soothed by magnetised mists, both cool and warm.
Slowing down life’s pace, we garner God’s grace,
felt as light radiating from our core,
holding pristine presence in close embrace,
bliss that leaves heart begging for an encore.
In timeless time as we become the flame,
endless bliss rapture is our claim to fame.
the subtlest of flickers seeking outcomes ~
hypnotises soul, our consciousness numbs
a thousand nodes in the head ovoid
light up all at once humming in unison
emanation of bliss manifests as cool heat
subtler than the subtlest magnetism thus far
these luminous implants pulsate without cessation
as inner polarity of senses savours boons of God’s grace
osmotically absorbed within each pore of feeble form
as it is transmuted gradually into living light of Self
perceived by presence in slow motion beauteous
revealing how seeds of love implanted blossom
magically thus in time dissolved staid silence
I know you both
Want and so too should wish
To expect a response
From all the other people
Apart from yourself
Even if that response be
The merest tiny
Subtlest of nods or blink's
Hiding behind a smiling blackened eye
Because they are simply unable or lack
the inner strength or stomach for the fight
To stand up or speak for themselves
In order so they can show you the pathway
But yet then again aren't you just
so to the problem as well
If you yourself expect others to do
Something you have yet yourself
Seemed unable to accomplish or do
Because that offers others
In similar powerless unmanageable situations
Surely no solace or form of help
In fact makes matters way far worse
If other victims don't seem to care neither
What secrets dwell in Poesy's heart, veiled by verse?
Why on the edges of our perception
do they dance? What are life's essence and course,
when blight strikes our hearts with introspection?
What path does the Poet tread, bathed in starlight’s gleam?
What whispers of tomorrow beckon him near?
How do his verses capture life's subtlest themes,
when flickers of comprehension die, then disappear?
The cryptic truths woven within rhythmic lines,
preserve the mysteries time itself shrouds;
Cloaked within the tapestry of the grand design;
draped in the enigma of the passing clouds.
Do words echo the silent rhythm of the poet's soul,
sketched upon the canvas of an endless sky?
Does his dance of metaphors, and rhymes, extol
the mysteries only seen through a poet's eye?
In each silent word, and each echoing phrase,
do we find our mirrored self, quietly unveiled?
Uncoiling the layers through the rhymer's haze,
reveals in time what has remained concealed.
We cannot often enough
smoothens out our edges rough,
down to the subtlest layer,
in gentle, mindful prayer.
Continuous correction
steers consciousness direction,
aligned with the throb of love,
as tidings of God’s peace dove.
To this end, our will we bend,
that we may here now ascend,
transmuting form as God’s light,
bliss ensconced, to heart’s delight.
Each breath grants to us a chance
to make erect our stooped stance,
sidestepping ego borne ruse,
doable if we so choose.
20-September-2022
Those souls are of many shades
They walk past me in my dreams,
often with an utter silence, a heavy one,
And, all I do there, is watching those T-Shirts.
T-shirts have the strangest stories of this world
Often in the subtlest way, right on the chests.
One of them used to smoke, one was a poet
And one was a sweet childhood memory,
Left me pondering, for his pal, in the here and now.
And I watched them grow, one by one, as a blooming flower
Where each petal is a hue of gorgeous divine gratitude
Meant only to breathe and to keep the very breathing going on...
I call them friends,
As all colors are a dried space with an uneven texture
Where words hold the unspoken stories,
with traces of Murphy's law
And with a sigh of a lesser prejudice
Of choosing none.
June 25, 2022
Inspired by a Tagore song.
https://youtu.be/3sRLvceliZ0
(This poem is dedicated to my daughter).
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