Blessed love can never be despair,
For the Creator knows the heart’s hidden prayer—
Even words the lips refuse to bear.
The thoughts of men are fleeting, vain,
Chasing dust, a dying flame.
But Heaven’s law stands firm, untamed—
Like stars in a soul unstained.
Nothing is darker, nothing as dire,
As spurning the light of God’s own fire,
And calling truth a fleeting shade
That leads where all is lost, unmade.
No horror cuts so deep, so true,
As turning from the light that’s due,
Embracing ghosts that fade to black,
And never, ever lead you back.
If the light inside you turns to night,
How deep then is the dark’s embrace?
When trust in Heaven’s will takes flight,
A blind man walks in endless waste.
None shall see the gates of Grace
Till the heart is cleansed, unveiled,
Till it turns from its defiant way—
And lets the Light inside it stay.
the unnamed
and unstained
light of God
leaves us awed
We were created with love,
By Love Himself, and to be loved.
Fashioned in the image of the Divine,
Breathing purpose from the very start.
Love for God who formed us from dust,
Love for our parents who guided our steps,
Love for our neighbors in need of grace.
Love selflessly given, poured out like rain,
Freely offered, never kept in chains.
Love without blemish, pure as the morning light,
Unstained by pride or hidden spite.
Love that uplifts the weary soul,
Encourages the broken to rise and be whole.
It is the thread that binds heaven to earth,
The quiet strength in moments of trial,
The gentle hand that restores what was hurt.
In giving this love, we reflect the Father’s heart,
And find the truest joy He meant from the start.
So let us live each day in this holy design —
Loving without measure, selfless and kind.
For we were created with love,
By Love, and forever to be loved.
“There is no one to understand and nothing, indeed, to be understood. I have no cause and no effect. How shall I say that I am conceivable or inconceivable? I am free from disease—my form has been extinguished.”
First we believe that we are this
feeble form, this body-mind,
then dwelling in heart we sense bliss,
a pulsation divine aligned.
With bliss in permanence ingrained,
the mind is instrumentalised,
whence beyond space-time, Self unstained,
as our essence is realised.
Ego squashed, Self alone remains,
as both the dreamer and the dreamed,
so once we are freed from thought chains,
suffused with bliss, we are redeemed.
Fals self gone, karmic bondage ends,
as we yet witness flow of life,
heartbeats God’s love and light defends,
our quintessence always bliss rife.
since our childlike heart is unstained
what we truly seek is obtained
so on God we fix our focus
that His light in us be ingrained
“How shall I, the pure One, the "not this" and yet the not "not this" speak? How shall I the pure One, the endless and the end, speak? How shall I, the pure One, attributeless and attribute, speak? I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
True it is, that the Self has no attribute,
being simply self-existent living light,
feeling complete, at peace, as it does reboot,
unstained, vibrant and pure, drenched in bliss delight,
enjoying full freedom, doing what does suit,
radiating its pristine aura soft white.
Being the all, no labels may be assigned
and in duality, cannot be confined.
Mind’s shore let go, to know more,
eavesdropping through space-time’s door,
whence knowing we don’t exist,
we transform as a bliss mist.
What’s relinquished is ego,
prone to exchange blow for blow,
driven by feral instinct,
consciousness not yet love inked.
Making heart pure and unstained,
we’re then from ego unchained,
whence with light of Self revealed,
in time stretched stillness we’re healed.
We are not this body-mind.
When this clear truth is divined,
immersed in meditation,
we entwine with creation.
Upon garnering clear sight,
we dance in drunken delight,
knowing life as but a dream,
of thought forms we chose to stream.
To which object should we cling,
when in truth there is no-thing
and even we don’t exist,
save as spirit, a bliss mist?
“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.
On the question of destiny and free will,
though life as impulsed will unfold as ordained,
feeling influx of grace, which God does instil,
our consciousness expands, from thought forms unchained,
whence the love dove perches on soul’s window sill,
revealing the light of Self, pure and unstained.
Spirit in form is here for a brief sojourn,
imbibing benign bliss burns in body urn.
When debts of love are repaid, in bliss we wade,
impacted no longer by the quirks of fate,
our non-judgmental eye assigning no grade,
knowing tempests that rise, will in time abate,
path of the heart offering bliss readymade,
propelling our presence straight through heaven’s gate.
Free will is the manner in which we respond,
choice of purity, forging with God a bond.
Contemplating, to whom does destiny come
and who is the doer, who seemingly acts,
in tranquil silence, betwixt bliss beat’s soft hum,
noticing how nodes within forge loving pacts,
aligned to the cadence of the cosmic drum,
whence negating the ego, since it reacts,
we see we’re not form but the life force itself,
recognised clearly as the light of our Self.
For awareness of Self to be retained,
in as a permanent flicker-free flame,
detached from dream forms and our heart unstained,
dwelling in peace thus, is our soul’s sole aim.
What’s imbibed must be assimilated,
as an embodiment of our being,
light that is constantly radiated,
from clutches of ego, presence freeing.
Unless we see God alone everywhere,
in life’s pulse dual, we’re in delusion,
thus breath by breath we must remain aware,
of the Self in this world of illusion.
Recognition, seamless and absolute,
is ours if our will remains resolute.
Many pure souls have seen God’s face,
perhaps as a form or as light,
which no doubt is a boon of grace
but we still have not got facts right
because our perception is flawed,
so we look for God outside us
but once our attention has thawed
and we have boarded His bliss bus,
we realise all is within,
ego being nonexistent,
so in stillness as we go in,
we see the Self luminescent
and yet in truth nothing is gained,
except that having seen truth’s known,
that our soul’s light, pure and unstained,
contains the all, in Self alone.
the aspect of us in this form contained
knows very well it is God’s interface
so mindfully keeps heart pure and unstained
free from fears and desires, no goals to chase
that thus doing nothing, invoking grace
witnessing ebb and flow of shifting tides
with pulsations of truth always abides
As the light of God held in space,
both immanent and transcendent,
having invoked His boundless grace,
we are fully bliss resplendent.
Playing our life role as ordained,
as the light of God held in space,
our pure heart, aflame and unstained,
has of ego, nary a trace.
Since life’s not an exam to ace,
we’ve discarded concepts mental,
as the light of God held in space,
our eye is mindful, touch gentle.
Heeding love’s tweet, blissful and sweet,
in our heart, we have seen His face
and so our work here is complete,
as the light of God held in space.
Shes a woman, a mother, a sheroine, a phenomenal view to life, based in the deepest marshes and swamps of Africa. One unescappable piece of Gods artifact, a being soo difinite and adorrable...
Her courageous persistence to her motherhood, waterring seed of hope to every unstained blood. With her undivided attention to the well being of her children, life arouse optomesticly to where Africa is heading to just because she's a woman...
Her unartificial love, soo nature defined for God took his time. "She" a pronoun unwavering, holding enermous weight of what caring means. Her divine tender, unconditionally unleashed to minds and hearts soo deserving just because its a woman.
1987 then
with changed mind
to turn back
from
trespasses
&
consequences of the past-
unstained
set free
to be-
with Jesus
my
saviour
&
friend-
a
new creation
releasing me
with
pencil
paintbrush
&pen
to be
*a poiema
2024 much older now this day ...& still continuing on the Way
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