the flow of time impacts us not
in as that we pursue no goal
we continue at a slow trot
allowing God to guide our role
that in dark woods of mind we don’t get lost ~
bliss magnetism causes heart to defrost
we’re fooled not by caress of bliss sedate ~
it’s power is potent when in full spate
soma nectar drips from crown to third eye
we sense clearly sound of one hand clapping
the cosmic gong Om fills the empty sky
accomplished with ease when mind is napping
Here and now in feeble form dome
Mindfully subtle body comb
Invoking thus bliss magnetism
Giving rise to the mantra Om
third eye to crown becomes a seamless whole
thus the concept of chakras is destroyed
we playfully go about our life role
shining as pure consciousness unalloyed
vibrant in aloneness in the vast void
witnessing, noticing, celebrating
hum of kundalini unabating
the source, omnipresent, is still
what moves is mind, in realm dual
call this truth whatever we will
it is stillness in renewal
petal by petal, we metamorphose
we awaken whilst in blissful repose
peep from both ends of the keyhole
as formless consciousness aware
we discover there’s no one there
and yet strangely presence feels whole
as divine magnetism at play
bliss pulsations delightful stay
but since the strobes are sensory
therefore for transcendence we pray
our three eyes triangulate
and yet we must lie in wait
to transmute as living light
and garner spherical sight
who knows when the egg will hatch
where all we do is detach
soul presence from the ego
through pathways we alone know
breath by breath as we align
we know there’s no finish line
as ascension continues
displaying beauteous hues
resting mind that weighs and sizes
at source wherefrom bliss arises
we rest as presence self-aware
imbibing offered surprises
in the this here now
a bliss bubble appears
it dances awhile
and then disappears
unfamiliar scents
catch our attention
yet do not silent heartbeats
deserve a mention
we neither seek nor negate
offerings of heaven
as magnetism navigates
body chakras seven
an impulse
any
astonishing
it should not be
and yet is
bubbling
the what is
is what it is
simmering
we continue
effortlessly thus
witnessing
liken pure being as a pillar of light
around which myriad worlds as thought forms swirl
where the stillness point pulsates with bliss delight
while our polarities at rest in heart curl
as sublime intent before emanation
our awareness self-aware in cessation
which we recognise as divine magnetism
illumining head to toe mind-body prism
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