A burn that is bliss, as flame without smoke,
transmutes our quintessence from deep within,
brought about when presence with love we yoke,
which causes this ignition to begin,
where the vast void beckons us to come in,
being absoluteness where we belong,
where pulse of life is sensed as God’s Om gong.
there’s nothing static
everything does hum
listen carefully
it’s the cosmic drum
when our eye’s single
beyond space and time
light of Self pulsates
as throb of love’s chime
magnetic bliss pull
centred everywhere
transmutes feeble form
to be self-aware
witness consciousness
delights in this play
slow motion bliss dance
by night and by day
A pine cone falls
on a silvan carpet
and transmutes
into jade, crystalline gems
shot through with stars
and moonflower smiles
in the fairy carousel
by fevered candlelight
of reverie.
A steady bliss hum is what we’ve become,
as our permanent orientation,
poised in peace in all time meditation,
cravings of ego having overcome,
presence synced with throb of the cosmic drum,
gong of Om in the void of cessation,
peak, the plateau of bliss beat’s sensation,
leaving no obstacles to overcome.
Present here in space-time in feeble form,
within which polarities tango dance,
viewing this lucid dream as but a game,
bliss transmutes as peace in love’s benign storm,
making thus divine aligned our soul’s stance,
fulfilling in staid stillness our life’s aim.
empathy transmutes
into love agape
effervescence of a rose
is our soul’s face
breath renews
heart’s bliss flame
in mists gentle
we fulfil our life’s aim
images shape shift as is wont
fears and demonic desires taunt
forms appear and then disappear
such illusions no longer daunt
we’ve lent to God’s heartbeat our ear
therefore in our heart there’s no fear
all that pervades, is a bliss mist
signalling His presence is near
we exist with no to do list
ego exhumed, we don’t resist
bliss flame within transmutes our form
being by Divine Mother kissed
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
Within this sanctum
of breath and bone—
ten trillion anchorites
mimic their devotions.
Bacteria threading
blood’s vermilion rivers
braiding holy water
into the cathedral
of now.
Their alchemy transmutes
starlight
into the wine of existence—
decanted
from Orion’s mythical vine.
Viruses—
those threshold wraiths
between being
and unbeing—
inscribe new verses
in the living gospel
of our chromosomes.
Fungi a cappella
in mycelial tongues
through marrow’s moaning chambers
decomposing resurrection
from each small death
we die.
We are not hosts—
but cantatas
still composing themselves
in light.
Each cell—
a verse rehearsing resurrection.
Hark:
your pulse conducts
this unseen choir
where mortal breath
becomes immortal song.
And in this sacrosanct
communion of kingdoms,
we learn
we were never “I”—
but a constellation of prayers:
timeless,
boundless—
Bacteria
Viruses
Fungi
Me—
becoming
one.
bliss ignition
renewal continual
fire without smoke
birthing cool heat
unifies polarities ~
in the cave of our heart
being mistook
we burn the book
that boundaries blur
for soul to sparkle
as luminescence ~
at the stillness point
triad of energies
immanent and transcendent
enabled for bilocation
alchemically transmutes
fabric of consciousness ~
living light eternal
presence unresistant
transmutes as the flame
living light self-existent
that has no name
Earthquakes of bedlam quell
As tectonic plates of emotional instability cease shifting.
The tears of a discarded clown, suspended in animation—
Numbness overtakes.
Masks slip, shattering.
Shards scrape, lacerating apathetic flesh,
Revealing the painted doll underneath.
Remove its colourful costume;
Discover marionette strings embedded within a fraying back.
Strip the howling voices from its waking nightmares.
Feel deadening voids devour any morsel left of a wounded heart,
Whilst balmy plasma metamorphoses into gelid hemoglobin,
Hardening undying devotion into frigid detest.
Titanium walls, reinforced with razor wire, barricade a hollow soul.
For she was mere amusement for the indoctrinated masses—
An illusion of happiness, playing day in and day out.
Listen, as her inviting laugh transmutes into the cackle of hyenas.
Watch the paint, plastered upon an unwilling face, crack one last time.
Her eleventh hour has arrived.
Bear witness to the merciless statuette you birthed.
pantheon rome
dome
dissolves
before our eyes
transmutes
into
dishevelled
tresses
in need of a comb
What regrets remain to repair,
which requires estranged souls to pair,
that thus so garnering clear sight,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light?
Whence unshackled from our mind tree,
though dwelling in form, soul is free
and as in time, peaks bliss delight,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light.
Transformed by love’s magnetic burn,
soul transmutes in mind-body urn;
when our aura’s hue becomes white,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light.
To reclaim our Self unalloyed,
we choose to plunge into the void,
whereupon from heavenly height,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light.
magnetism intensifies
within body urn
no one else besides us feels
God’s benign bliss burn
our presence now void-centric
transforms as the flame
kundalini transmutes us
in our life’s end game
Feeling our fontanel pulsate,
enlivened by the pulse of bliss,
there then remains nothing to do,
save in childlike delight to wait,
awestruck as polarities kiss,
betwixt light strobes that so renew.
There is nothing to be divined,
since we have become the bliss flame,
positioned outside space and time,
all nodes of form, divine aligned,
fulfilling in part, our soul’s aim,
as we thus do heavenward climb.
One with oneness, we are the flow,
that transmutes soul in stillness slow.
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