Body vessel is like an empty drum,
bliss pressure felt equally everywhere,
where all nodes simultaneously strum,
vibrations of earth, water, fire and air
and at each octave presence is aware,
though in truth lower mind cannot locate,
source that teleports us to heaven’s gate.
what quanta of bliss can we hold
of God’s sublime bliss magnetism
within this form that’s made of dust
that refracts light in body prism
bliss rapture is soundless thunder
giving rise to benign cool heat
causing involuntary spasms
that breath by breath within repeat
currents that do not ebb with time
which transmutes us as living light
enabling us to bilocate
teleports soul to heaven’s height
bliss, the pull that takes us to God
manifests in hearts that are pure
who in stillness invoke God’s grace
egoless souls who are demure
we dwell in the gap
of the unmanifest
in ineffable peace
feeling blessed
wherein poised thus
in our natural state
bliss teleports us
to heaven’s gate
As we are being breathed gently by God,
we gently align our heartbeat with His,
that as grace in-pours, head gives heart a nod,
so that we clearly see truth as it is.
Slow is better, ending thought form chatter,
relinquishing each imagined belief,
piercing the veil of space, time and matter,
enlivened by bliss, turning a new leaf.
Melding with the void, life flows by itself,
there being no doing we need to do,
for as we reclaim love and light of Self,
rapture refrains continue to renew.
God’s grace immediate and intimate,
teleports us swiftly to heaven’s gate.
can darkness be more alluring than light,
if bliss teleports soul to zenith height
tonight the full moon
transmutes every living form ~
bliss beats rise within
gentle wafting breeze
teleports love’s elixir ~
setting hearts aflame
mother earth exudes
beauteous fragrance sublime ~
magic everywhere
universe conspires
revealing to us at last ~
soul as living light
the vast void looks on ~
with each breath reborn
03-May-2023
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betwixt two heartbeats of time
shimmering space holds its breath
we hold eternity in the palm of our hand
presence immanent and transcendent
teleports us to the promised land
03-March-2023
Bindu, third eye, heart and crown glisten
As we feel pulse of bliss beats quicken
An enlivened spine and tingling eyes
Teleports presence to new highs
We care and therefore share
Of such awareness self-aware
Yet what use is vicarious knowing
In being, becoming, we keep on flowing
20-January-2023
Bliss enlivened magnetic pulsations
Playfully dance in energy pathways
Gripping us therein by night and day
Transfixing us in heightened rapture
Holy Spirit caresses each cell within
At first we thought all feel at we do
Then realised that it is not quite so
So we began affirming this knowing
But like Plato's allegory of the cave
We found but few who chose to pair
The path's easy; we cease thinking
Shifting from head to heart, feeling
Discarding every conditioned belief
Rekindling God's flame of love within
Recognising simple truth of oneness
Dance of polarities within our form
Entwined with flow of soma nectar
Teleports us to a bliss zone tranquil
Vibrant thus in world yet detached
We become here now the twice born
03-January-2023
Jiggling as easy as green Jell-O,
Wiggling in front of a hardy fellow,
I am wearing my fancy pants all yellow.
Dancing my way toward calm and mellow.
Transported to another better place
I shoot myself as a rocket into outer space
If you are coming, please pick up the pace
If not, you, I might have to replace.
Mother nature teleports me into a tree.
I sit looking down on your friend and thee.
You say there is nothing happening, but wait. Wheel!
You seem to like her much better than me!
I am glad to see a new perspective today.
I am now going to disappear, going away.
It should not make you sad or feel gray.
This gives you an opportunity to play.
Jiggling and wiggling my way to the truth
Was better for you and your new friend Ruth.
It was better for me; I guess I’ll have some Vermouth
This opens my eyes; I feel I am a say-sooth.
Let’s both be true, and call it like it is.
What we had is over, gone up in fizz.
Now you are happy, and so am I.
No one is to blame and this is good-bye.
Earth life but a beauteous dance
Wherein we opt to enter trance
To feel pangs of separation
Until head and heart reach balance
Love God’s force, binding creation
Offers us gentle suggestion
That do not size, just vaporise
Union then births bliss ignition
Ego urges bundle of lies
Cessation the way, spake monks wise
Thus getting out of our own way
God teleports us to new highs
Immersed in prayer, night and day
Erst fears and desires drop away
In timeless time, we merge with God
Delight in love, as our mainstay
21-February-2022
she draws memories in melodies with her eyes.
she deceives the moon
with the stars,
backspace,
and the sun
back spaces
to lengthen her daylights of joy and shorten her nights of sadness.
the direction of her gravity is twisted,
she levitates when others fall.
she is my Great grandmother's grimoire
filled with magic and spells
there are explosions in her tongue
when she smiles
she laughs
the splendor of her grins teleports to thousands of souls on her palms
It's as if God is dancing in her bones.
She is not a glass
half full or
half empty.
She dreams in Numbers.
She is heaven and hell
cohabiting together in your chest.
She is the gaps between the stitches of wounds.
She's not what lies underneath your scabs.
She's a womxn,
not scorned.
Poetic Rea
What words are apt, to transfer emotion
Where lies the fulcrum of throbbing vibrance
What makes cessation, lead to elation
Which hue of dusk, triggers its remembrance
Soft brilliant hues of spiritual light
Invisible flickers in space are known
Ignition renewal through day and night
Rapture beyond measure, we alone own
Pranic pathways within, coming alive
Wisdom downloads and a ride in the void
Nodes within form, to music divine jive
Our thought rested awareness, by love buoyed
Such open secrets, hidden in plain sight
Teleports our heart to boundless delight
18-October-2021
He is an odd little guy; looks distorted.
Having no fear, I approach him.
We speak through telepathy, not words.
He tells me time travelled from B.C.
How does he know that? I wonder.
He laughs, and I smile. He is an alien, but harmless.
Terrified of cars, dogs, sirens, and street lights.
I wonder what will not terrify him.
Central Park is okay until it gets busy.
He is scared of the fast-moving joggers,
and the old people on park benches.
They did not have old people in B.C. I guess.
I take him to my apartment where he is frightened of
TV, computer, the mixer, a stapler, and almost everything else.
I get him a fuzzy blanket and let him have a little nap.
He teleports during the nap, relieving us both.
Our aspect of ‘I’, within the third eye,
connected to heart, joy bubbling therein,
transmuting self, as divine love draws nigh,
wherein bliss ignition cascades within,
radiating from each pore of our skin.
That that is, defies delineation,
bliss renewal in continuation,
teleports us to zenith of rapture,
becoming thus, our orientation,
an open secret, thoughts cannot capture.
05-May-2021
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