Om is the eternal gong,
that carries spirit along,
fixating our attention
in all-time meditation.
Even when we lose focus,
we flow along the locus
of magnetism within form,
silent thunder, a bliss storm.
The initiation done,
by the light that lights the sun,
we gently metamorphose,
whilst poised in blissful repose.
Deep wisdom unfolds in time,
as we bloom betwixt love’s chime;
our unvoiced prayer, God hears,
Who by His hand our life steers.
Relying on thought as a crutch,
insentient to bliss beat’s touch,
no wonder we feel incomplete,
so perhaps it’s time to declutch.
Instinct driven patterns repeat,
without feeling magnetic heat,
as grace of God, divine sublime,
birthing bliss that does not deplete.
If Jacob’s ladder we would climb,
poised in silence, marking not time,
as pure awareness self-aware,
our presence conjures a love rhyme.
Melding head with heart, as they pair,
save joy, we’ve nothing to declare,
mind rests and with no dots to join,
cravings of ego we outstare.
Soul and God, as they so conjoin,
wisdom of sages we purloin,
that in this dream life, it’s a fact,
all are one, sides of the same coin.
Forging with love and light a pact,
the God code is by us thus hacked,
that as we so metamorphose,
attachments held onto retract.
Breath by breath bliss radiance grows,
more so when we are in repose,
brightening glow of our aura,
which exudes fragrance of love’s rose.
lymph drops glisten diamond formation
topaz glide froth transmutation ~
A virus invaded my vessel,
Giving my body something to wrestle.
Nestling deep within,
Cells create an antigen,
Fighting the infection.
A conscious connection,
Provides protection.
An intention injection,
Where Love is the medicine.
Only letting the best in,
Raising my vibration.
Changing the translation,
To Energy in stagnation,
No longer an invasion.
Love found its way in,
Transmutation,
The virus starts to open.
Feeling the emotion,
Flowing with the motion,
Energy in the ocean.
Lost in the commotion,
Falling for loves potion,
My cells move in.
The virus overtaken,
Leaving my vessel,
Free from the invasion.
As both divine magnetism and feeble form,
with fulcrum of consciousness poised in the void,
we transmit each nuance felt in the bliss storm,
to Self dwelling in heart, pure and unalloyed.
The soft, subtle, soothing hum of bliss invades
all cells within, transformed by God’s touch that aids
this beauteous metamorphosis of soul,
fulfilling the purpose of our earth life role.
Ensouling this form of dust, thrust of lust
rose from deep within our deluded heart,
feeding feral instincts and deeds unjust,
which were exhumed on adding love to cart,
whence we deemed all souls one and none apart.
The false dropped away; we became God’s light,
pulsating with bliss by day and by night.
Limited but yet empowered,
we prevailed, triumphed and towered
over the demon of desire,
amazed as heart lotus flowered.
Thought flow stilled caused ego to tire,
which burns at the funeral pyre
but that that so dies, never was;
what we are is God’s cosmic fire.
In the void of stillness, heart thaws
and then mind aligns with God’s laws,
paving way for us to reclaim,
love and light’s primordial cause.
Treating earth life as but a game,
we’ve become that that has no name,
resplendent in the light of Self,
transmuting, becoming the flame.
Soma nectar drips through energy pathways,
both along the spine and over front of form,
enlivened by hum of bliss that always stays,
engulfing us from head to toe in love’s storm.
Our feeble organic form is but an urn,
which we ensoul, choosing to willingly burn,
that whilst pulsating with boundless bliss delight,
we behold our true presence, God’s living light.
Life breath flows in from the nose to the third eye,
the zone located just between the eyebrows
and then breath fills our lungs, causing heart to sigh,
as bliss borne rapture within our presence grows.
When wisdom in our head, is by bliss beats led,
our vaporised self, is by love and light fed,
transmuting each cell of form, as living light,
pulsating in childlike joy, by day and night.
Energised by love, drenched in a bliss shower,
suffused with magnetic heat from head to feet,
our presence is graced by God’s awesome power,
wholeness of being, that makes us feel complete.
Give it any name but we are not the same,
as we thus become the holder of the flame,
love, light and bliss radiating from our core,
effervescence without end, that keeps no score.
Feeling without thinking, focus unblinking,
essence of our presence, vibrant and aglow,
in childlike playfulness, head and heart linking,
imbibes wisdom of sages, very few know.
There is no effort applied, in soul’s ascent
and nothing is done, save granting love consent,
just looking on as feral cravings are shorn,
paving way for us to be here now reborn.
We feel each cell of form burn,
as the way we choose to learn,
transmuted by God’s bliss flame,
no power on earth can tame.
Consumed thus from inside out,
this truth from rooftops we shout
but this knowing beyond mind,
is grasped not by the herd blind.
It’s somewhat like possession,
with each breath, a new session,
as bliss magnetism transforms
our soul in these benign storms.
Unmonitored is the dance of bliss beats,
with essence of soul presence looking on,
enraptured by purity of love’s tweets,
causing dormant nodes to be now reborn,
within feeble earth form which we adorn.
Divine magnetism is a benign burn,
setting aflame spirit in body urn,
caress of delight, bestowing clear sight,
that thus doing nothing we slowly learn,
that God nurtures us by day and by night.
dusk settles on an Anglican Shrub
vespertine is downy down upon the vertical horizon
spring like frost is unraveling
toward a sunset on its late afternoon decline
at this stage of early-black twilight
a cygar shaped delirium is seeding
its exotic fragrance sweetly empowering
will linger until the crack of dawn
tenderly grown staked and supported
the poisonous angel scrumpet trumpets
a crepuscule's sundown into darknness
a pitch illumination begging to brighten
bathed in orange moire reflecting
by her petaled drowsiness unfurling
a day dream and a nightmare
time travel in tandem
lying dormant now in a trance
like flesh inside a nutshell
vespertine pulls away from early-bright
she's never this reflective in the sunlight
What if with no ego I awoke?
Would it be a dream? I’d have to poke
or pinch myself to know if it were true.
I guess that I would have a different view
of almost everything and everyone.
Imagine that there was a brand new dawn,
and everyone was filled with only peace
and love sublime. All wars would cease!
Is it even possible when there
is so much evil and so much despair
around us everywhere? Oh, what a dream
transmutation for the good would seem.
The way our world is now, I cannot see
conversion such as this could ever be.
In death, the veil will lift. At last we’ll know
God’s truth. Then love from every soul will flow.
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