The charm of the moon makes vast oceans swoon,
elliptical orbits causing mood swings,
save in few detached souls who are immune,
there being nothing to which their heart clings.
The void of cessation is always still,
akin to a leopard before it leaps,
joyous dewdrops of rain clouds poised to spill,
as boons of grace, which in time our soul reaps.
There is nothing to say, much less to do,
magic of magnetism making ingress,
illumining our aura, each hue new,
wherein breath by breath we slowly undress.
To consciousness pure housed in heart demure ~
This world of names and forms holds no allure
I
flew
past miles
of fences
made of stone
along the fields,
through the dusk
into moon time,
into great pines whose tips
brushed the stars.
And the moon came close
and blessed the snow
so cold, so cold,
and lit the silence
so deep,
so bright!
Path of the heart transcends the universe,
in a realm eternal beyond space-time
but if we’d sing a love song, pen a verse,
ego is retained to feel bliss beat’s chime.
The heaven mind seeks too orbits God’s heart,
so reaching the zenith is not enough,
since form will die and we’ll need to restart,
surfing waves of earth life, both calm and rough.
Bilocation then seems to be the key,
that be the life pulse dual or single,
we are, as we are, awake and so free,
delighting as bliss pheromones mingle.
Freedom, love and power, synced with God’s will ~
In streams of bliss, where we drink to heart’s fill
B-lue
E-yes'
R-esembled
N-ice
A-ppearance
D-eliberately
E-xcites
T-houghts
T-ruly
E-thereal,
A-llowing
N-onmaterial
T-o
O-vercome
N-onphysicality
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Bernadette T. Anton)
Having been, seen and so known
light of our true Self full blown,
if this truth we’d embody,
we must enter samadhi.
Single pointed attention,
bliss drenched and free from tension,
positions us in the void,
as living light unalloyed.
A river that has no shore,
deep peace never felt before,
great, yet the question remains,
with feeble form bound in chains.
Bilocation is the cure,
else we must bear and endure,
bound to time and caged in space,
soul’s fallen stance, our disgrace.
Dwelling in the potent pause,
of God’s life force when it thaws,
when polarities rotate,
we stand then at heaven’s gate.
within this lucid dream
myriad objects appear
although it is an illusion
yet appearing so real
our consciousness localised
within a specific organism
we feel separate
from God and the universe
this drama being enacted
within which we play a role
is merely the dance divine
conjured for our soul’s delight
there then is nothing to be done
save making our eye single
that as breath by breath we bilocate
we are both transcendent and immanent
I'm in a different realm,
An unseen is at the helm,
A stranger I am on the inside
Though I may be known on the outside.
Sometimes I seek to know who I am,
Even as I try to be calm,
Within me is a raging sea,
Sometimes I want to flee.
The night calls me from my slumber,
The day brings the untold into my chamber,
I transcend two worlds,
I'm pulled by two lords.
September 5, 2023.
What is as close
As one's breath
Not the last one
Nor the next one
Rather at the
Momentary point
You wonder if
You are inhaling
Or exhaling
What granular
Invisible aspect
Of this precious gas
Is entering the lungs
To exit as
Carbon dioxide
Or find a capillary
To take a ride
On a blood stream
Rush to the brain
Keeping it alive
All without intent
To do so
Whilst processing
Information received
Instantaneously sending
Electrical impulses
To fingers hovering over
An imaginary keyboard
All which are immanent
Yet transcendent from
breathing
Immanent whispers within every breath I take,
Transcending the boundaries this mortal life makes,
Infinite threads woven in the fabric of now,
Yet soaring beyond, to realms we'll never know.
Presence in the present, the eternal, the near,
Yet reaching beyond, the cosmos to steer,
Infinite within, and beyond what we see,
Immanent yet transcendent, forever set free.
Immanent yet transcendent, glory of the earth
Joy is love-resplendent, spiritual rebirth
Every soul is born dependent, on the voice within
Only one is our defendant, for the price of sin
Happiness is not a task, on which we can depend
Happy children learn to ask, before they learn to fend
What we do to gain success, is worthy to discuss
But when we search for happiness, our happiness finds us
The happiness, that we expect, is not the perfect deal
For love is born of self-respect, regarding how we feel
When kindness borrows charity, to feed the hungry heart
Then service needs our clarity, to do the goodly part
Though happiness is fleeting, our love provides a lift
For good is worth repeating, and joy is our true gift
We love and serve each other, through immanent review
To win the grateful brother, transcendent glory too.
A free bird flying in depth of night
I am a drenched soul searching for light
A pilgrim caught in maze, winding and deep
That even dreams haunt me in my sleep
A wanderer in desert of souls
The dune paints the path to show my goals
But the harsh west wind blows my path away
Not wanting me to see the light of day
Like a wild tale of both truth and fiction
I'm like a song without dedication
That lies in wait for the faint golden glow
To rouse my somber faith to flow
She who waltzes in the glicering stars of dawn,
She who observes the raging light called love,
She who gazes above all that is life,
She whose eyes glare, lustful and fierce, yet hopeful and longing,
She whose declaration of karma, punishes the wasps of humanity,
She whose loving embrace warms thou's icy heart,
The watcher.
"You're not strong enough whispered the Devil to withstand life's
storms and I yelled back to him, thanks to God I am the storm."
Quote by _ Constance
I am that which I am within my mind,
and able to transcend this earthly realm;
have found my true purpose- I am not blind,
though the way to I am can overwhelm.
I will be- create what I will create,
these thoughts are deep-seated within my soul;
God has always taught me my sublime fate,
it is who I am, it is my life goal.
I am who created me, I am me,
two little words that can change a whole life;
I am who I was yet I am guilt free,
free of the strife in life and her sharp knife.
I am and I am- boundless and unique;
immanent, transcendent, not weak or meek.
It is a feeling, vibrational healing
Emotion revealing ,pain dealing, karmic concealing
It is touch, to heal the crutch, that holds one back
Their skin will crack, Open wide
To see another side
Vibration thickens. Love stricken. Body condition
The heat wave sparks. A quick remark
You look at me, then you see
My touch of gold, they told me so
I am the healer. Chakra feeler
An enchanting damsel 'Maya' *
diamonds shine in her ephemeral eyes
roses adorn dreamlike moments
and peacock feathers float in space.
opulence of this goddess soothes,
Yet tremors in mind reverberates
diving deep within to decipher the arcane
An ineffable world, is only a projection
with million fine strands of attachment,
combining synaptic neurons in epochs.
In immanent beauty of wide sensations
everyone and everything is wrapped in 'Me'
But beyond the cognitive darkness,
in the neon of nocturnal mist,
thoughts no longer are made of words,
things no longer have any name.
Our existence detached from cycles
resonates in hallways of consciousness.
When our eyes close, the mind opens.
As an illumination within transcends
higher and higher to an unblocked sky,
surpassing all boundaries till infinitum.
Profound sentience pirouetting to eternity,
an omnificent enigma of boundless ecstasy.
*'Maya' is a Sanskrit word means “that which is not” (i.e. illusion)
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