we perform our role as tasked if we’re asked ~
outcomes matter not since ego’s unmasked
Claiming authorship tarnishes worship,
since sense of separation arises,
so poised in stillness, silence our flagship,
our soul welcomes life’s offered surprises.
abiding in silence without effort
wherein movement of our thoughts is rested
is the magic causing bliss beats to spurt
by power within us by God vested
as long as we wish to attain ~
know we are wearing ego’s chain
Life’s a lucid dream where we are in trance,
so we reflect on musings created,
in imaginary realms where we dance,
our roles shape shifting, stooped stance sedated,
at times sorrowful, at times elated.
Having not made love and light our mainstay,
our dreams betray that we have lost our way.
consciousness records, memory replays ~
whilst vibrance of tranquil heart, fear allays
in dreams senses recede, right brain awakes ~
subconscious drives the car, using no brakes
enjoy life’s flow
our heart glowing
by slowing thoughts
The Dissolution of a Condensed Thought
A pure idea turned briefly into a body made of glass,
Caught in the very instant it began to tear apart,
While time froze solid on the edges of its fragile shape,
A whole universe held in the palm of one dead moment.
A black spine grows at the center, like a root burned black,
It is its own reflection, a snake swallowing its tail,
Its vertebrae are questions that keep turning back on themselves,
A tower of darkness leaning on the void, gone silent.
And above, a yellow sphere burns quiet as a sun,
It is the core of truth, its last living claim,
Its light bleeds slowly through the shapes now coming undone,
An egg of fire hatching the death of its own glow.
All the rest is fog that has forgotten how to exist,
Outlines fading out, like dreams at memory's first light,
Matter turning gently back into the thought that made it,
An echo dying out in the room where it was born.
And I watch the idea unravel into a thousand shadows,
The crystal dissolving back into the air it came from,
Only the yellow sphere remains, an eye still holding on
To the memory: once a thought, then matter, then nothing at all.
let our meditation be celebration ~
in the enigmatic void of cessation
how still are we if thoughts yet move ~
vibrations heart does not approve
God’s touch is dear
so endearing
all fears vanish
ON SECOND THOUGHT:
GLORY TO GOD ON THIS DAY
What a weary day,
All seemed to have gone astray;
Yet we’ve survived all:-
Glory be to God for His
Navigations through this day:-
What a profound day,
Directions asked and given;
Journey completed:
All challenges overcomed
By divine wisdom’s guidance:-
Never doubt, you two:
You and God in love’s oneness,
And its bound onement:-
Praise such onderful glory:
Daily journeying with God.
Thus, give God glory;
For this, and every day,
Perpendicular:-
For all are gifted blessed days:
Laboring blessed days of love:-
to rhyme life’s unrhymed lines we just align ~
our vibrant presence with bliss beats divine
truth and lies
as mind perceives
is the magic
maya weaves
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