looking at an object
versus looking in a mirror
the preposition shifts
from separation to union
introspecting thus
let boundaries blur
that our perception be
undifferentiated
Categories:
undifferentiated, introspection, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
When space and time vanish, what then remains,
save the light of awareness self-aware
and in that pristine state, there are no chains,
for we shine as Self, delusion stripped bare,
with no agenda we wish to declare.
As one without a second, we’re the all,
pulsating with delight, in a bliss squall.
Categories:
undifferentiated, self, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme Royal
The world sings Your praise
Says You were born in a stable
To where a bright star showed the way
To wanderers of the desert
They sing carols and make new ones
Year after year every Christmas
All that is nice and sweet to hear
But Lord I have another reason
To sing out aloud
The greatness of Yours
I am no Christian by birth
Neither have I lent my ears
To missionaries who preach
And invite the world to their feuding folds
My country had a leader
Whom Your life influenced
And he put what he knew of You into practice
To free us from perilous bondage
Made us truly recognize
How You chimed with our ancient nascence
He is the Father Of Our Nation
None else in the world I think
Had the strong conviction he had
That Your teachings can be PRACTISED
My country therefore owes a lot
To You, Jesus Christ,
And to You we truly belong
Oh, guide us Divine Light
And illumine the world
Let us celebrate Christmas
To usher in an era of peace
In which the whole creation can rejoice
Unbound, without fetters and barriers
In the bosom of true Christ Consciousness
Undifferentiated Oneness
Categories:
undifferentiated, christmas,
Form: Free verse
10. “I, the One only, am all this, beyond space and continuous. How can I see the Self as visible or hidden?”
11. “Thus you are One. Why then do you not understand -
that you are the unchangeable One, equally perceived in all?
O mighty One, how can you, who are ever-shining, unrestricted, think of day and night?”
we are containerised in form
and hemmed in by space-time
yet deep within cave of our heart
resounds God’s sublime bliss chime
we tip toe in therein in staid silence
bereft of thought our eye is single
undifferentiated is awareness
as bliss pheromones mingle
all manifestations disappear
we peer through the pores space
light of Self renews itself within itself
truth is known by benediction of grace
in truth the false that died never was
the ego is but an earth life interface
all that is is but light of Self alone
holding reflections in embrace
Categories:
undifferentiated, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
statue of Buddha
we look at it
and the space between us
the object disappears
as do we
both becoming one in the void
the absolute dissolving
all manifestations in its womb
returning to form we reflect
to which image should we cling
when the Self is without attribute
Categories:
undifferentiated, introspection, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
in the vast void of no-thing ness
of undifferentiated perception
holding still, in animation
all unborn possibilities
at point zero
i am
Categories:
undifferentiated, i am, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Trees are still different
in form and detail,
arboreal identity may occasionally
float like a falling seed
into recollection; a mismatch between
a willow and a redwood for instance -
nevertheless,
trees no longer stand, rooted
in specialness just oneness.
I drove through a river of cars,
my mind shearing away
from citing models and make.
Inside the cars and trucks were faces;
again thought refused to cling
to these passing things
but left all such
pass-by
in a slipstream of anonymity.
The world of the named
has exhausted itself,
it is now emptying out.
The seen washes itself
in a boundless rivering.
Mind looks through faces, trees,
and all the traffic of life
as if newborn.
Clouds in a turning sky
know not what to call themselves
or even what they turn within.
Categories:
undifferentiated, poetry,
Form: Free verse
20.4
“Where is the unfolding of karma?
Where is liberation-in-life,
or even liberation at death?
There is only One”
Verse revisited on 14-September-2022
When fully undifferentiated is our awareness
Fully integrated with God consciousness
There then remains no separate doer
And God alone is the divine mover
In which case feeling complete
Vaporised self is bliss replete
Knowing that God alone is
Felt within as a bliss fizz
However for the deluded
Duality reality as concluded
Even if glimmers of truth are seen
The soul has acquired not lustrous sheen
Thus attention oscillating between body and soul
Consciousness not quite God’s light we extol
Challenges of earth life’s learning curve
Oft mitigates soul’s gusto and verve
Law of cause and effect stern
Rotates life roles until we so learn
That all are one and the truth is love
Enabled when head-heart hand in glove
In resonance with enlivening throb of bliss
When our heart truthfully exclaims ‘I Am This!’
Until then oh weary hermit, it’s work in progress
As the pulsations of love divine slowly make ingress
Categories:
undifferentiated, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Surfing consciousness
Within the womb of existence
Sensations borne of resistance
Navigates spectrum of delight
As bestowed on soul’s sentience
Undifferentiated light
Enlivened by love, shining bright
Infuses in the void, intent
Creating a pulse, day and night
Innate to soul’s the bliss current
Exuberance effervescent
Both receptor and transmitter
Of love and light luminescent
09-May-2022
Categories:
undifferentiated, spiritual,
Form: Rubaiyat
Time stretched stillness
And vibrant emptiness
Enables clear cognition
Of the in between state
Just before deep sleep
Wherein dreams cease
Since thought flow ends
Yet awareness is poised
As witness consciousness
In the void of no-thingness
When formless presence
Choicelessly then chooses
To meld with That oneness
Enlivening itself by intent
Of undifferentiated I-ness
Recognising the noumena
Causation of phenomena
Thus singularity and duality
Being but manifestations
Of the same unified reality
Reverberating as Spanda
29-April-2022@
Notes:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turiya
https://hridaya-yoga.com/spanda-the-sacred-tremor-of-the-heart/
Categories:
undifferentiated, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
My name is Christy
And I love to write
Best way I can express myself
Best way I can talk about what’s going on in my life
Writing poetry is the best way to give a
Message to someone who is willing to read
The best way for people to understand me
I know I’m a pretty girl
But I don’t feel smart
To me writing is art
Writing is what makes me feel intelligent
Educated
Makes me feel undifferentiated
Normal
Writing is something I don’t work hard at
I just do
This is how my point gets through.
I really love to write.
Categories:
undifferentiated, words, write, writing,
Form: Rhyme
What price soars too high
for your integrity investment
in future's hope and present faith
to regenerate more love?
Could your well-fed cost
invest too high
for further return on life
enriching present
predicting a more therapeutic future,
healing dark memories
of this still angry stress-filled past?
Or perhaps more likely
to divest of integrity's potential
thereby further empowering angers past
and future fears of life's short sane seasons
of contentment.
Sometimes we are too preoccupied with counting costs
to even consider if we could afford
not to invest everything we are in love
re-infesting past win/win faith
and future hope
in passionate pleasures
sung and danced
For SunLight/EarthPower sacred relationships,
cooperative ecological thoughts
reliving sacred EarthTribe feelings
of warmly contented
spacious
mind/body undifferentiated
unconditional climaxing experiences
of EarthMuse
personal/political integrity.
Categories:
undifferentiated, anger, health, integrity, love,
Form: Political Verse
i am transformed. in what i see.
my eyes can not discern
as shapes melt and swirl
and break into dots --
merging with the Static.
i am transformed. in what i hear.
of overlapping rips of space itself
with the unyielding babel of humanity.
i hear everything and nothing
becoming one with the Hiss.
i am transformed. in what i touch.
my insubstantial hands stir turbulence
passing through scratchy mist.
the Dust drapes over me and through me.
i am infused with the smell of a million worlds.
i am transformed. in what i think.
of snippets of thought
impinging on me.
racing through my awareness
and memories of titillation.
i am arrested by efficiency and classification.
my mind gives over to the Context it can no longer fight.
i have been transformed.
in all my senses and in all my thoughts
i am conjoined with all Things.
i am Undifferentiated.
Categories:
undifferentiated, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Free verse