I look into your eyes
And I’m safe
And I’m six years old
And you tell me there is no God
And I’m twelve
And my parents are driving home in opposite directions
From any time, anywhere,
to all the time, everywhere,
bliss mists within manifest,
signalling we’re truly blest.
We’ve journeyed beyond the book
and say scriptures were mistook,
on how kundalini moves,
in the manner God approves.
Humble is our gratitude
and playful our attitude,
that presence with silence yoked,
fire of magnetism is stoked.
Whilst poised in blissful response,
we slowly metamorphose,
embodying divine light,
breath by breath, by day and night.
With such musings we take stock,
of nodes spirit did unblock,
where we did nothing at all,
yet were graced by a bliss squall.
No metaphors can explain,
how bliss unties ego’s chain,
when synced to the cosmic hum,
the flame of bliss we become.
Open eyes and Heart.
Limitless Peace.
Juniper blood.
Silver dreams.
Yoked to Love.
Under the rumors.
I am Held.
within us magnetism dwelling
gentleness that is compelling
kundalini pervading form
presence towards God propelling
carried by currents cool and warm
in childlike trust as we conform
bliss beats vibrate in every node
each cell the centre of love’s storm
strewn with rose petals is our road
we walk lightly, on heart no load
God’s blob of bliss on our head grows
joyous soul sings to Him an ode
pinch of bliss between our eyebrows
one with crown and spine humbly bows
thus in stillness bliss is invoked
radiant in the boat God rows
time flows on yet we remain yoked
in living light of heaven cloaked
we do not attain but become
fire eternal by God’s hand stoked
epiphanies dawned are welcome
commingling with the cosmic hum
transmutation in slow motion
as Divine Mother plays the drum
You open your mouth
And my breath comes out
My heart spilled on your chest
I know what happens next
Fingers intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
As our souls collide
You are me and mine
It’s destiny, magnetic force
It’s only natural, I got no choice
It’s co regulation, a chemical bond
I’m tied up, and down, there’s no way around
If there’s no one to hear it, it still makes a sound
In the dead of night
There’s no black and white
No me and you
No wrong or right
I’m scared of my pen like I was born to write
That we’re two halves
Of a different whole
Trauma bond, alcohol
Dependency and Tylenol
Spin in a circle cause the daze gets me high
Truths and a lie
We’re getting by,
year by moment
wipe your tears on my chest
I know what happens next
It is our chin chakra’s resolve,
that our heart be poised in the void,
as a sublime, flicker-free flame,
that we may breath by breath evolve,
revealing soul’s light unalloyed,
becoming thus our claim to fame.
Bereft of fear and dark desire,
with attention internalised,
throb of bliss magnetism invoked,
caress of which we never tire,
truth of oneness is realised,
with our presence with God’s will yoked.
Easy is our ascent uphill,
since we have surrendered our will.
Through waking, dreaming, deep sleep, death and swoon,
being wave forms on the ocean’s surface,
as is waxing and waning of the moon,
the substratum of existence is grace.
God’s grace is invoked when our mind is still,
purified heart free from fear and desire,
whence yoked with God’s will, voids within us fill,
ego consigned to the funeral fire.
Made in God’s image, we are living light,
one without a second, outside space-time,
recognised upon garnering clear sight,
when we’re lost in love betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
We are not the body, we are not this ~
We are existence, consciousness and bliss
Dweller of Our Heart 8-7-25
Line of Inquiry: The essence in us is the same as the essence in the sun.
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Dweller of Our Heart
Light dwells in my core
Through ambivalent nights
Light and solar fire,
The incorruptible first breath of Aurora’s blush.
Born in the same chrysalis of the refiner’s flame,
Before the birth of light,
Crafted in birthright,
We rise together
And draw breath from the morning star
We are consecrated in the Eternal’s dawn
My soul knows your light as you know mine.
In everlasting dawn
We live and move
Oblivious to frost and ice
Mesmerized by the rapture of grace
And like sunflowers,
Blooming in a never-ending summer,
We turn in the same breath
To dance a unison
With our Creator’s face.
We, reflections of hallowed perfection,
Know harmony
Yoked by caritas
I feel your marrow
As a soulmate
As we compose one fire song,
Given to us,
In harmony,
By the Spirit ~ dweller in our hearts.
one with the vastness, conspiring with space
magnetised palms transmit radiant light
if the receptor chooses to embrace
healing mists infuse heightened bliss delight
that by God’s hands, wrongs suffered are made right
thus in monk mode, energies with love yoked
magic is conjured, divine grace invoked
I am a river,
surging, never still,
never bound,
within walls,
I’ve never had,
nor cherished, nor craved.
You ask me to remember —
but where would
such memories be
forged or stored in liquidity?
Plunge your hands
within me and
all you will find is
the glinting surge of present motion,
with nothing before or after,
nothing upstream nor downstream
only the fleeting touch of one instance.
My fate is only yoked to gravity
which too, bears no memory.
You are my container,
the bearer of memory,
the architect of recalls.
For I am not a being,
but a fluid reckoning,
a moment of becoming,
dissolving instantly
after it's freshly made.
Carry me over the threshold of home
into the future of life together.
Oh, Let me no more in loneliness roam
through wearisome roads and stormy weather.
For the road remains weary, rain still falls.
These burdens we've carried did not lighten;
but side by side we can handle it all,
and the thunderous storms do not frighten.
Please do not think this is a one way street.
That you must always be the one that's strong.
Not all days, but in the middle we meet,
fifty- fifty averaged our life long.
Take me in your arms, through the door, please do,
Then let's go back, and I will carry you!
As of choiceless choice invoked,
our polarised halves were yoked.
The one that was two became
one again in life’s end game.
If we’re to expand on this,
on how our soul imbibed bliss,
the simple truth we can share,
is head and heart need to pair.
Head represents our ego,
which when we choose to let go,
the path appears by itself,
leading us to light of Self.
The singularity point,
is where divine mists anoint
our soul in the cave of heart,
where bliss ignition does start.
All we do is remain still,
to God surrendering will,
magnetised from head to toe,
a secret we alone know.
As we’re transformed by the flame,
something shifts; we’re not the same,
as flag of love is unfurled,
the chi-force becomes our world.
Living as of need, not greed,
the bliss current takes the lead,
holding us in close embrace,
bestowing on us God’s grace.
Thoughts rested, in stillness slow,
truth of Self we get to know,
which dear hearts, is living light,
drenched in heightened bliss delight.
It comes from time to time upon a wind
that wafts aromas fragrant to a mind
now wakened from long sleep.
And yet, perplexed, he is resigned
to yet again concede his own defeat,
a yoked, unequal partner, when they meet
as man and muse combined.
Then unannounced, it parts and leaves him much chagrined.
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A 'Mistress Bradstreet' stanza - 10a:10b:6c:8b:10d:10d:6b:12a
She emerges from the dark,
Swathed with beauty,
She rides on chaos,
Tearing apart the hearts of men.
Rebellion is her way,
Darkness is the outcome of her companion,
Seduction is the charm in her eyes,
Separation is the curse of her dwelling.
Mystery is her trailing shadow,
Independence is her desirable bracelet,
She’s yoked to her offspring,
A resilient bond of a mother.
She’s gone from the garden of promise,
She desires the world’s grandeur,
The night calls her to its chamber,
Entrapped by its lord.
June 3, 2024.
"I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive."Acts 20:35 of the King James Bible
Yes, I desire to help
Yielded as care giver
Yon meaningfulness of
Youthful achievements midst
Yawns in struggling to stay
Yoked for reaching-out with
Yahweh’s strength through the years.
April 18, 2024
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