we discuss, debate and compare
remaining as yet unaware
that each unfoldment is unique
so no one with our heart can pair
of which throb within should we speak
when none save us can take a peek
at epiphanies that so dawn
signalling we’re he who we seek
layer by layer ego’s shorn
but when in trance thoughts are reborn
and therein lies the paradox
branch of mind from us is not sawn
the demon of dark desire stalks
boat of attachment in heart docks
ah, to be free of lower mind
in silence alone we detox
Having recognised we are living light,
though for the moment caged in feeble form,
we feel in each node, bliss magnetism warm,
gripping us in rapture by day and night,
that as breath by breath, heightens heart’s delight,
mode and mood surrender, we just conform,
to the currents birthing this benign storm,
exhuming ego, bestowing clear sight.
Dwelling in the now, free from hold of time,
allowing kundalini right of way,
we watch our unfoldment in slow motion,
attention fixated on bliss beat’s chime,
one with light of Self that is here to stay,
enabled without any commotion.
the Guru chakra throbs steadily
reassuring heart and gentling mind
soma nectar trickles, pheromones mingle
our pristine presence is with existence aligned
the vertical magnetic grid, over front and back
petal by petal, unveils its beauteous hues
all soul does is witness the unfoldment
bliss the flavour of our heart’s muse
promises and prophesies
are in timeless time fulfilled
in as they take time to manifest
after being created in the ethereal
all that that has been set into motion
is beheld by us in childlike surprise
although eye of wisdom knows
the manner of unfoldment
11-February-2023
Vibrant aloneness
Embracing tranquil peace
In a time stretched continuum
Vibrant silence gets a new name
As nodes within throb with joy
Enlivened by bliss currents
Presence accords no preference
To the manner of unfoldment
Being but a receptor
Of divine grace that in-pours
Assimilated by our receptive heart
16-January-2023
Every becoming part of a flower
is a meditation by rote.
From seed to lovely bloom
a processional unfoldment.
When the bloom wilts
beauty unveils,
the flower sleeps
as if day were night
and all was ever
but a dream.
awareness self aware
of dark veils of ignorance
shrouding our consciousness
rotates polarity of sentience
to view inner luminescence
the offered enablement
seen by periscope vision
is then scrutinised by ego
by jaundiced perception
in dimmed colouration
once baton of awareness
shifts into the void internal
we must rest our lower mind
trusting cognition spherical
to behold God’s miracle
for detachment complete
let us celebrate our delusion
resting our head at His feet
in continuum of meditation
heart radiant in elation
looking around in wonder
nestled in quiet contentment
bliss in-pours as vibrant thunder
as we view life in astonishment
delighting in soul unfoldment
17-September-2021
Who’s to say
Route of pathway
For each bliss hue
Fresh & new
Every unfoldment
Pristine & innocent
Spontaneity
Of Ohm continuity
A divine caress
As lovers confess
Burning yearning
For connecting
Who’s to predict
In finality succinct
Path of the breeze
Flowing in ease
Twinkle in the eye
As we do sigh
With ecstatic rapture
Mind cannot capture
The divine revealing
As of its choosing
Explosive bliss delight
Renewing day & night
31-July-2020
Divine spirituality oozes into atmosphere
Your unfoldment is a matter of time
By Divine’s grace, in cosmos timing, not ours.
Trust in the divine, surrender in the perfection
Underpinning of ethereal preparation
Allowing full appreciation to flow into the veins of self
Letting go of ego, leaning on your childhood roots,
Allowing the bamboo moon to shine your truth
Possibly what you were not aware of until you felt her power
Divine intention unfolding in her perfect timing.
Bringing spirituality into your third eye,
Infusing you with perfect love, light and peace.
By Your grace
I have life immortal;
the seed of you, called Man,
who buds and blossoms,
breathes in and out
(respiration of creation)
each new journey one
of ever greater unfoldment--
I have infinite petals
colors and scents; the
enchantment of universes,
allowing me to express both
virtues and flaws--for there is
no perfection when it comes
to human honesty; and the only
true honesty is that of Your
Selfless Love….
Do, at night, flowers dream of their death?
The thought, admittedly is a poetic one,
but I find that absurdity,
is often a step ahead of knowledge.
I, being less self-absorbed than the frailest weed,
never dream of death, for death dreams of me,
it crawls into bed with me,
and enters my morning coffee
as a memory of what will come.
Every part of a flower is a construct
of one dream upon another,
it is a meditation by rote,
a chant on rails of light.
Only night can slow that processional unfoldment.
When the bloom wilts, look please with care.
See the beauty of dying flowers,
how they dream themselves out of this world
with their closeted death-songs
see how they impregnate water and soil.
with that last surrendering
of their looking-glass souls.
It is as if I strangely sit between unfoldment and the
pit turn the heart and bend the lip of ageless silent
sun and trees of passing pageants aimed to please
the garish and the blinded throng from heaven sent in
hellish garb of bodies blown from end to who
have no goal but to amend raise sails and forward
step by step into the gaping jaws of death whose
heat and dust is lust to men who search for pleasure
here and call the flush of genius to stand before the
whirling throng of those who would be gods and dirt
where chance stands up and stares at passing
shows on empty streets and fields laid bare by
greedy hands heaped up on aimless needs
this play is not what you have made but is the
evening’s splendid ray that fall on ruins old and new
on tower street and avenue where tired feet that
cannot stay fall on and on monotony and pave the
way to gluttony
FIREWORKS
The initial joy
Of a firework
Is not in the sparkle shower
But at the exact moment of BURST!
Something in one’s very bones
Recalls creation
Life proclaiming self
A coming out of the gigantic
And won’t unfoldment be beautiful
Dave Austin
The great paradox,
A mighty creative star-burst,
A once unified power,
Dynamically out-sourcing in a display,
Of awesome light and heat,
Of gravitational attraction and boyant levity,
The genesis of life as we know it,
And how it weaves through our days,
And whispers into our night journeys,
A wonderburst of unknown origins,
From which a universe was birthed, ,
Ununiform and creatively diverse,
And here a riddle exists,
For within the unfoldment,
Of a chaotic, broken mess,
Contains a sublime secret,
That beyond mind mazes,
And numbing, repetitive cycles,
Fragmenting in habitual motion,
That beyond all this angst and addiction,
A great Loving Peace pulsates,
A Universal Heart-beat,
Individuated as our own deepest wisdom,
With this we enter the Xmas fray,
Calm and living in Eternity,
And yet playing in time and space,
Transcending yesterday's truth,
Love amidst chaos,
Tolerating those who dwell in the past,
Accepting the mystery of a universe,
That is seemingly not unfolding,
The way it should,
And yet knowing that Love exists,
Love behind the mega drama,
Love despite all else,
The great paradox!
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