just above the medulla
a node becomes a bliss mist
kundalini is an enigma
whose thrust we do not resist
silence layers silence
till we disappear
with lower mind at rest
we sense God’s presence near
body ache commingled with bliss
makes for a strange and heady mix
wherein we adroitly sidestep ego’s tricks
comforted by Divine Mother’s sublime kiss
grace in-pours from the fontanel’s open door
mirrored likewise at third eye on our forehead
heart the recipient with God at the oar
birthing magnetism where we’re by bliss beats led
so though receptive presence now keeps no score
love pheromones in each cell of form are bred
manifesting rapture of unbound measure
renewal continual which we treasure
why would we let thoughts soil
purity of bliss bubbles bursting
when we feel therein complete
though yet for wisdom thirsting
neither resisting nor seeking ~
we let God do all the speaking
cravings that arise when we are alone ~
in tranquil mindfulness we gently hone
The way to the heart of Truth
Is not through establishing what it is
But only by establishing what it is not;
Not this, not this, not this
And so on to infinity.
Proving a negative is possible.
It is what’s left when all the positive
Assertions have been peeled away;
Not that, not that, not that
Until all that’s left is simply what is.
(9/30/26)
we sense grace influx at the crown ~
stream of rapture in which we drown
petal by petal, lotuses open
bliss pierces each in-form body vector
the truth is by Divine Mother spoken
we ascend as a humble receptor
when all is one, of which node should we speak
yet we do for purpose of discussion
ego exhumed, there’s no energy leak
so Divine Mother plays the percussion
whence we then dance with Cupid cheek to cheek
as an appearance in this realm dual
propelled by magnetism, love the fuel
space flickers lifting the veil
whence in the void we set sail
wherefrom in time we return
held captive by love’s bliss burn
higher heart and crown are bound by a thread
channel for direct communication
there is no distance for lovers who’re wed
as refractions of God’s emanation
stillness in movement is where we reside
viewing shape shifting forms as wisps of smoke
one with light of God, deep in heart inside
spirit with which our consciousness we yoke
in and out of trance as we weave our way ~
rapture borne by bliss remains our mainstay
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