no bliss thunder, no soma nectar rain
yet does not the seeming mundane shine bright
our heart’s secret yearning seeks love’s refrain
teleporting us to zenith like height
angst lasts but a moment, voids within fill
bliss beats pulsate, consciousness elevate
nectar of the gods too begins to spill
ushering knowing that stifles debate
come what may, God never gives up on us
so we remain a humble receptor
metamorphosing without any fuss
as bliss pierces every body vector
poised in timelessness of meditation ~
devout’s our faith, firm our proclamation
ignorance the cause, delusion the result
with ego in control, spewing imaginary fears
we fell down a bottomless abyss of dread
suffering pangs of slow strangulation
we had nothing to show for life lived thus far
as we helplessly watched organic form decay
pausing flow of thought, shifting into the void
we asked the existential question, ‘who am I?’
whereupon divine magnetism rose from within
teleporting our formless presence to heaven
bliss currents amplified within our body-mind
whence we saw our true Self as living light
Kiss of stillness releases bliss pheromones,
inking presence with scent of rainbow’s love hues,
sacred ash and sandalwood, teleporting …
soul to nirvana.
Involuntary spasms of bliss delight,
though the norm, always takes us by surprise,
so sudden the surge by day and by night,
rapture sublime mind cannot weigh or size,
teleporting our presence to new highs.
With all our nodes aflame in body prism,
it seems we’ve transcended every known ism.
The North wind blew, ominous, nights now longer,
testing resolve, deepening dread, the fear of
darkness stalking, time to distil impulses …
lighting lamp of love.
The East wind blew, promising warmth of sol’s touch,
proximity to the source enlivening
heart, thus bringing boons of grace, that gratitude …
lights the lamp of love.
The South wind blew, caused on soul choosing to shift,
resting thought forms, magnetism stirring within,
kundalini dissolving karma, that we …
light the lamp of love.
The West wind blew, last life breath, teleporting
presence from earth to heaven, making soul’s eye
synced with divine consciousness magically …
lighting lamp of love.
Eyes teleporting in zig zags
Spamming like daggers
Humanoid skull
Veins expanding out
Skeleton hand orbiting
Soul screaming
Love burning
Shrouded in darkness
It's hard to frame it in a picture
It's hard to add it in a mixture
Abstract emotions are swelling behind the light of my
retinas
Demonic angels i guess
A challenge to a game of chess
I'll chant a curse and I'll bless it
Abstractually speaking
Aunt unilateral, naughtily tempting,
Unintentionally naughty toyboys attracting,
Nicely tantalizes ardent uniting,
Teleporting aloft, usurping NASA!
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.
Tranquil heart exerts a calming effect
on agitated minds in ego’s bind,
exuding an effervescence bliss flecked,
steering one and all toward pathways kind,
head and heart aligned, both divine entwined.
Fragrance of flowers is a mating call,
drawing butterflies to scents they recall,
as bliss delight that makes easy its flight,
savouring pollen borne by a love squall,
teleporting presence to zenith height.
From limitation to God absolute,
a shift that needs eye to become single,
if our focus be firm and resolute,
bliss mists rise when polarities mingle.
Holy Spirit alone can bilocate,
resident in space yet active in form,
teleporting our soul to heaven’s gate,
borne by divine currents both cool and warm.
Emptying mind of conditioned belief,
pausing thought flow, that ego may recede,
poised thus in the void, we turn a new leaf,
doing nothing, as will to God we cede.
Love’s music in our heart plays by itself
and in time, we behold the light of Self.
Four cats mew within; heed their voice,
although in truth, it is our choice.
The first resonates with God's love,
that head and heart be hand in glove,
enabling us to stand erect,
doing as conscience does direct.
The second mew dissolves ego,
to which we cling, loathe to forgo
cloak of ignorance, which we don,
until fears and desires are shorn.
The third cat's mew infuses bliss,
rapture as when two lovers kiss,
teleporting us to heaven,
through our in-form chakras seven.
The final mew is our soul's roar,
one with oneness, keeping no score.
20-February-2023
The Sacred Meow Society Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
in the stillness of every night
we are enveloped by magnetism
teleporting formless consciousness
encompassing the absolute vastness
of both the manifest and the unmanifest
during the waking state at each moment
toroidal heart steadies the energy grid
felt as a humming magnetic implant
creating vital soma nectar divine
within each cell of feeble form
we share because we care
hoping some souls will pair
16-February-2023
Love has myriad hues,
joy and then empathy,
holding in tight embrace,
close friends and family;
those we greet face to face.
Love has myriad hues,
its nonjudgmental eye
radiates compassion
to one and all alike,
healing faces ashen.
Love has myriad hues
that transforms body-mind
into God's living light,
teleporting presence
to heavenly delight.
Love has myriad hues,
being light of our soul
and pure of heart know this,
that joy in permanence
bursts forth as bubbling bliss.
27-November-2022
Embrace and release, each life pulse with ease,
celebrating God-bestowed offering.
Mind knows not where lies fulcrum of a sneeze;
ego spawned thoughts, cause of our suffering.
Senses externalised, all objects sized,
we limit awareness by our own hand.
Little wonder then, God’s not realised,
for who we are, we’re yet to understand.
Silence and stillness opens hidden doors,
teleporting presence to zenith height.
When ego recedes, boundless bliss in-pours,
transmuting us here now, as living light!
Our soul is free, when fears and desires cease;
embrace and release, each life pulse with ease.
02-May-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Focusing on the void of no-thingness,
we remain as subject, without object,
self-aware thus in absolute stillness,
presence vaporised and our stance erect,
whereupon magnetic pulse we detect,
that combines with soma nectar within,
manifesting bliss bubbles on our skin,
teleporting us to boundless rapture,
in a realm where there is no noisy din;
nirvana, lower mind cannot capture.
18-March-2022
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