As a God-spark, mirroring His heartbeat,
my essence dwells in the cave of my heart,
where bliss refrains unendingly repeat,
etched in the vast void, as a work of art.
Prismatic refractions adorn the sky,
quite the same as a rainbow in full view,
effervescence of love that makes hearts sigh,
yet which can be savoured by but a few.
Childlike innocence alone holds the key,
to turn my heart’s lock, opening the gate,
transformed as a mist, those souls who are free,
must effuse pure love as they levitate.
My secret I share for those who can pair ~
Shining as love, light and bliss, self-aware
“The Lord of the universe is devoid of all names. He is subtler than the subtlest, supreme. He is spotless, beyond the senses, mind and intellect. Where there is such a natural Being, how can there be "I", how can there be even "you", how can there be the world?”
Ego cravings unendingly persist
but know oh hermit, form does not exist,
for we are spirit, not this body-mind,
so leave each conditioned belief behind.
On ego death, light of Self recognised,
the truth beyond space-time is realised,
as we so entwine with the oneness field,
by potent power God Himself does wield.
In thought rested silence the truth is known,
simply, that all that is, is God alone,
as ultimate truth that cannot be named,
the light that lights all lights, pure and unstained.
When there remain no goalposts to defend,
betwixt bliss beats we easily ascend.
In the field of oneness, peace too pulsates
We may liken it to flickers in space
Vibration of God that never abates
Unendingly outpouring divine grace
Holding the manifest in close embrace
Present in each life form as a bliss beat
Love’s refrain that continues to repeat
It will always rain on me in all seasons.
Seasons jacketing me with dust,
Dust mostly from the dry season to absorb my hope.
Hope fractured in different ways in time,
Time unendingly discoloring my soul.
Soul trying to resist by pleading for light.
Light that kills darkness but dies in startling grief.
Grief that mostly engraves my title.
Tittle mirroring it will always rain on me but is lost to the wind.
Wind screaming through forms of pain.
Pain that hurts my brain and heart but bastes my skin,
Skin that wears signs it will always rain on me.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Is it an eternal furnace of coal?
Is it the murky dark night of my soul?
Is it a fathomlessly hollow well?
Is my ego as perilous as hell?
Is it power and strength in their fullness?
Is it existence in its absurdness?
From this coffin, could I ever return?
Herein, would I perpetually burn?
Are days in ego unendingly nights?
Does affliction, herein, like serpents, bites?
Is it the inner self's whirlpooling sea?
Is it an insidious trap in me?
I muse on ego and find no retort.
I find no way out of this self-built fort.
As I wander across the arid dunes
Singing along, stringing along the ghastly glacial tunes
Sinking in the sands of debility
Saddled on a ride filled with sanguinity
Pondering, contemplating, despairing
Again, something is missing
Losing my touch as I bask in unfulfillment
Treasuring countless, meaningless sentiment
Albeit freedom-sworn, forever I am imprisoned
Locked behind those mourns of the damned
Days fly, and keep flying, freezing this ever old tale
The pained, unchanging currents never stopped, my heart too shall never settle
The nightly howls never halted, my eyes open unendingly
I am sick with want
a hand to touch
a kiss to hold
an ache for something
old as time, but new and
blooming.
To feel my teeth against
teeth
To laugh at how simple
falling in love is
To love, stupid fumbling
love, unendingly
to open my heart
humming, purring, ignition renewal
grips us in time stretched silence
reverberating thus unendingly
magically and enigmatically
nothing need be done
all is well
today it is the turn
of the tip of our nose
to take up pole position
no node is higher or lower
all act as a seamless whole
as magnetism becomes subtler
although there remains no seeking
it cannot be denied identity celebrates
benedictions of grace enlivening our form
as the dance of delight continues unendingly
meanwhile a gentle warmth spreads in our heart
touch of God as He cradles soul in His loving arms
Power to invoke aesthetic delight,
is found in cave of heart, betwixt bliss beats,
teleporting soul to zenith like height,
love’s refrain that unendingly repeats.
Subtler than the subtlest scent to us known,
God’s elixir sublime enlivens form,
revealing deep truths, to us alone known,
soothed by magnetised mists, both cool and warm.
Slowing down life’s pace, we garner God’s grace,
felt as light radiating from our core,
holding pristine presence in close embrace,
bliss that leaves heart begging for an encore.
In timeless time as we become the flame,
endless bliss rapture is our claim to fame.
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet
Love lotus within toroidal heart blooms,
effusing a blissful effervescence,
ignition that unendingly resumes,
revealing that light is soul’s quintessence,
which if we embrace, rapture within zooms
and we imbibe fragrance of truth’s essence.
The nectar of pure bliss flows through our veins
and bliss is the highest octave of love,
divine magnetism that cleanses soul’s stains,
provided head and heart act hand in glove,
free from pain inflicted by ego’s chains,
invoking God’s grace that pours from above.
God is love and light, dwelling in our heart ~
Each breath sees therein, bliss ignition start
inner conflict ends
when there be no seeking
bliss unendingly renews within
because there’s no energy leaking
the seeker who sought has disappeared
all that there is, is presence aware
in equipoise by day and night
dancing with nary a care
I spring alone with forgotten memories and shattered letters, I waltz through every landscape, I leap unendingly, sprinkling imprints of my fondness as rippled dunes and filtered secrets. I am passion and chaos, beauty and power, I jog in hair ice and frost flowers, stroking my lover jealous. I pour out shields of ideas and inspirations, gently on your soul when I fondle through her arms. And when we clash, I become a dust devil, I swirl like Turnado in heights splashing debris into your eyes leading to tumultuous storms.
So many teachers, each affirming their view,
makes us smile, for these folks see not ego’s guile,
shape-shifting scripts that unendingly renew
belief we adopt and then flaunt as our style.
In truth the seeker who seeks does not exist,
thus as long as there remains a to do list,
we remain confined to this life pulse dual,
trapped in delusion of a thought form whirlpool.
“when that that never was dies ~
consciousness flies to new highs”
we walk on a lonely road
alone in the midst of a crowd
each soul trudges under a heavy cross
fake smiles camouflaging destiny’s dark shroud
we seek solace but there’s no safety in numbers
inane game of one-upmanship now dreary
heads or tails, either way we lose
our bones have grown weary
from dark dungeons of despair
where fear of freedom has us bound
we beseech the gods in far away heavens
to show us the way how ethereal bliss may be found
our entreaty unanswered, we find ourself again alone
with all hope lost, we cease to struggle and strive
turning attention inward in the void of silence
we find within our heart a divine bliss hive
as affirmed in all the ancient scriptures
we recognise we are love and bliss and light
unbound is our delight beholding our true essence
self-existent light, pulsating unendingly by day and night
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