surfing the bardo of no-thingness
between the manifest and unmanifest
sensing everything yet attached to nothing
awareness pulsates but consciousness is at rest
dwelling in the pregnant pause rebukes space and time
with our one foot in heaven and the other on earth
the power of magnetism dissolves opposites
that leaves as they fall bubble with mirth
If we be empty,
nothing should be taboo,
whence poised in stillness,
bliss magnetism we woo.
The inner sound current
hums in the background,
being the veil though which
the noumena is found.
The void of no-thingness
or life here manifest,
coordinate any,
our presence is at rest.
Bliss mirrors our heartbeat,
shape shifting as peace,
when our eye is single
and thought forms we release.
Sages of old caution,
save by bilocation,
we would always fall short
of true liberation.
Omnipresence is still,
having nowhere to go,
yet feels each sensation
of every heart’s glow.
Lost in dream worlds conjured,
though there are no chains,
cessation enables
cleansing of heart’s stains.
We are the magician,
who has caged light innate
and now on earth strive,
to walk through heaven’s gate.
Gathering nuts like a squirrel,
we too are driven by instinct,
knowing not in truth who we are,
from truth of existence delinked.
Breaking our habit borne routine,
by shifting into silence staid,
in the vast void of no-thingness,
we enter God’s heavenly glade.
The seeker who sought is no more,
in blissful stillness vaporised,
yet our formless presence remains,
as the light of Self realised.
caress of bliss as soft as a feather
or as a wheel whirring at any node
each pore a door pulsating together
the void of no-thingness is our abode
where vibrant presence sings to God an ode
wonder struck sensing bliss magnetism rise
with each breath ushering a new surprise
“I am not the doer or enjoyer. Work have I none, now or formerly. I have no body, nor am I bodiless. How can I have or not have a sense of "my-ness"?”
From the stillness fulcrum wherefrom forms emerge
As the motionless potent hum before we exhale
Spontaneous intent causes a bliss surge
In the void of no-thingness we set sail
Resplendent as eternal Self aglow in our light
Dew drops of love and light illumines our life’s trail
We are the source of bliss pulsations that delight
Transcendent and immanent flicker-free flame
Heart unblemished pristine and snow white
Both highs and lows for us are the same
We breeze through life which is but a game
{Poet’s Note : Second Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC STANZA }
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Trust is substance of things hoped for truthful
kaleidoscopic is mythopoeics of Spirit
collective consciousness seeks sensibility
single songs rooted
Ecstacy rests on belief and compassion
inductive reasoning no toil to rich soil
task completion depends on harmony
fulfilment follows
Use alignment of dimensions acutely
Sisters ! impresss subjective on cosmic mind
ether surely holds what is ached for not sold
bold with Absolute
In relationship serve finely each other
allow answers to birth deeper questions
making muddy unconscious conscious to Light
Love is stardust kites
Wise are wise only because they love tender
foolish are foolish because slender is Heart shut
shadows burn when ascension is not earned
fall not into rut
Timeless presence is what we look for, Femmes !
we are thingness of life, seeking I-ness of life
form comes then disappears like pears on trees
let NO-thing come with ease
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silence swallows time, vaporising space
Self, which is heart does with God’s heart entwine
in no-thingness Self with Self does embrace
as living light, with God’s mind does align
body rests and senses recede
resting in the sheath of space-time
with thoughts rested, no dreams arise
all that remains is bliss beat’s chime
with void-centric focus maintained
without effort, just gliding in
as pristine formless awareness
we’re That before life can begin
present everywhere and nowhere
no-thingness not yet manifest
the breathless state thus motionless
fills the void whilst itself at rest
as the all, energised and dense
self-luminous though without form
we pour our Self into our Self
within space-time as a bliss storm
motionless yet omnipresent
manifest forms within us move
orbiting our heart’s magnetism
they dance in our intent shaped groove
there is in truth no this or that
the worlds were formed when we exhaled
in but not of each sensation
we moved not as reflections sailed
accepting what is
in witness mode
bubbles of illusion
burst noiselessly
in the vibrant void
of no-thingness
it is the same as when
we are on a beach
watching the waves
ebb and flow
and we enjoy the show
at peace without seeking
Minus mind and senses five, what then remains,
save the life pulse singular, wherein dwelling
in the void of no-thingness, eternal light …
endlessly renews.
Who we are is consciousness, drenched in bliss mists,
bilocating endlessly that thus we may
imbibe knowledge along with love in fullness …
fulfilling our aim.
We as the subject, look at any object,
noticing space that separates us is still,
the void of no-thingness mind cannot bisect,
omnipresent yet exercising no will,
so what space really is, we introspect,
reflecting in silence, from soul’s window sill.
In staid stillness we sense our presence expand,
then truth of space we begin to understand.
Melding with the void, concepts are discarded,
wherein present as formless awareness pure,
the form we ensoul, is by bliss bombarded,
whence earth life tests then, we easily endure
and with no attachments left to be guarded,
softened soul presence in time becomes demure,
whereupon flickers in space are by us seen,
piercing through its pores, deep wisdom we so glean.
God’s light that lights all lights, enlivens space too,
signalling that though it holds us in its womb,
it also depends on God’s pulse to renew,
that as all life forms in it, with aplomb zoom,
it is silence alone that offers a clue
to truth of space, as ignorance we deplume.
Ceasing to weigh and size, though we vaporise,
who in truth God is, we’re yet to realise.
we move in the void
of absolute no-thingness
wherein individuated objects
separate and yet part of the whole
orbit the source wherefrom they arose
as such the manifest universe is smoke
seemingly alive by the breath of God
wherein the pulse of love weaves
the canvas of consciousness
until harmony is restored
They wrote this play to target
folk like us to be together.
Anyone who share these types of interest
would find this worthy of paying
money to see.
It's a neither lacks excitement or meaning
instead it combines them both
with the popular detail that makes
something entertaining and great.
The play set it self uses a three room set
and a laboratory set where
the actors engage into the exciting skits
of know thingness
that fuses a storyline
which creates villans and heroes
allowing the folky people create
the narritive which
might instruct the audiences
sense of what's happening.
The guy wears a mask and stands
to distance him slef
while another man who knows whats going on
and he knows why it's going on so he
engages into foolishness with no purpose.
He dawns the same mask and stay's in the distance
too. The badguy mask wearer is looking for
the secret formula: he knows who has it
and he know's where it is. He must get close enough to
retreive the formula which he beleives to be his.
Goodluck Production company in collaberation with
Break a leg Drama Inc.
and VerbArea Music Company. Border and Cuclorama
Direction and Staff.
Emptying heart of seeking and desire,
no thoughts arise and therefore ego dies,
whence presence, now an ethereal fire,
in the void of no-thingness, wingless flies.
The primal celestial music within,
reverberates with omnipotent force
deep in cave of heart, so we go therein,
becoming the flame, changing our life course.
Time and space dissolved, as we vaporise,
transformed as that, we had set out to seek,
feeling breath by breath, rapture within rise,
soul imbibes grace of which we may not speak.
The pathless path we have thus set upon,
finds us in each moment of time reborn.
I anoint myself
applying ethereal vermilion
the ‘I’ not being ego
‘myself’ not being mind-body
so thus no-thingness
ushers fullness of blissfulness
igniting form in permanence
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