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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 23, 2022 1:46:10 GMT -5
Split wide openBrave of heart too wilt, at cosmic egg’s split, as one becomes two, that bliss beats renew. Force of the bliss gale, is no fairy tale; love knocks on our door, piercing every pore. Hiranyagarbha: mystic enigma, lies within our head; splits when ego’s dead. To garner the truth, do go in forsooth, if we dare to leap, in the void to seek. When soul has risen, within body prism, the cosmic egg sprouts, if we’re free from doubts. Polarities thus, aboard God’s bliss bus, descend to the heart, adding love to cart. One to two, then one; union births the sun, love’s magnetic pulse, everywhere at once. The prerequisite for God to visit, is that heart be pure, sans worldly allure. Poetry form: Jueju Notes: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiranyagarbhaen.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_egg
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 23, 2022 3:44:37 GMT -5
Hush - sleep now Hush - sleep now child, all will be well You are soul eternal God’s love is boundless, can’t you tell You are His miracle
As we be breathed by God Is heart not overawed Let’s give now love our nod
Just allow Hush - sleep now
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 23, 2022 7:11:15 GMT -5
Who am IOur aspect of ‘I’, within the third eye,connected to heart, joy bubbling therein,transmuting self, as divine love draws nigh,wherein bliss ignition cascades within,radiating from each pore of our skin.That that is, defies delineation,bliss renewal in continuation,teleports us to zenith of rapture,becoming thus, our orientation,an open secret, thoughts cannot capture.Poetry form: Dizain
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 23, 2022 20:45:17 GMT -5
Resonation
We admit readily, resonation with the divine pulse, is how and why we write. Thus, we are not the author of the words by us so written although we do put our name to it, humbly, as a receptor here present.
Being an image self of our soul here, we play out our role in as ordained. Free will chooses how we enact this life journey, to share love. Life purpose is to sync with Gods vibration, which we can feel deep within, as pure bliss.Poetry form: Etheree |
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 24, 2022 0:07:40 GMT -5
Why wallow in the shallow
Judging by outer appearance That too with mind interference Game of desire and aversion Instinctive ego dalliance Jaundiced eye birthing delusion Enmeshes soul in confusion Here to learn but cannot discern Path to God realisation Loving heart soft but ego stern Fears and desires, soul goals downturn Thus reborn again and again How many times will we return Know that cyclic are joy and pain Futile pursuits for earthy gain Stooped stance, head and heart misaligned Fallen from grace; dark is soul stain High time ego, to bin consigned Love enabled, truth is divined Next step, unity consciousness We are He, who we seek to find Rubaiyat
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 24, 2022 6:16:44 GMT -5
From darkness to the light
Enough of pastor’s sermons, where’s the light Vicarious wisdom’s not what we seek We’re told that boundless bliss is our birthright Yet here and now on earth, are we not weak Stench of fear, from pores of our form does reek Our prayers unanswered, we are hypnotised Fallen from grace, we resemble a freak We’ll rest not until God is realised Like monks wise, we wish to reach zenith height Toyed by fate, should we turn the other cheek Too long has ego trauma been our blight We’ve beseeched the divine for a sneak peek In elixir of bliss, to dip our beak Is access to clear truth too cartelised Whatever the odds, know we are not meek We’ll rest not until God is realised Thoughts rested, follow scent of love delight Journey beauteous up another creek Soft voice of conscience discerns wrong from right World brightens, our life no longer looks bleak Methinks presence is on a winning streak We become bliss whence ego vaporised Thus day after day and week after week We’ll rest not until God is realised Our burning yearning requires no technique Know now oh hermit, God is love disguised Such is the truth we affirm and so speak We’ll rest not until God is realised Ballade
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Post by zazeniac on Jul 24, 2022 8:56:33 GMT -5
Ars Poetica
"The goose that laid the golden egg
Died looking up its crotch."
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 24, 2022 21:17:28 GMT -5
Ego never accepts the truthFeeling of separateness, delusion Truth of oneness, our mind does not accept Believing real, this dream illusion Continuing to bisect and dissect Platos allegory of cave replays Those who can show the way are crucified Trapped in the open, earth entity sways Love and light within, never realised Our misaligned desires seek fulfilment So we take birth here again and again Sinking deeper into discontentment Gift of life seeming to be all in vain Truth dawns in stillness of meditation Bliss in fullness, on choosing cessation Sonnet
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 25, 2022 4:09:40 GMT -5
A quiet place
“There is nothing out there ~
Everything is in here” __________________ Surfing the flow of time, nonchalant yet vibrant, through life’s deafening din, we feel here now complete, as bliss beats rise within. Surfing the flow of time, aligned with call of love, our tranquil heart mellow, soul’s void-centric presence, acquires a blissful glow. Surfing the flow of time, we invoke magnetism to fill our form with light, becoming God’s essence, much to our heart’s delight. Surfing the flow of time, our spiritual heart impulses each action, moment to moment thus, quietude gains traction. Monchielle Stanza
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 25, 2022 23:43:30 GMT -5
Ripples in Space
Entwined with universal mind Aligned with pulsations of love Yet what soul seeks, we’re yet to find Void and form not quite hand in glove Will of God and our heart, both one Entwined with universal mind Whilst we shine like the yonder sun Wheel of time we cannot rewind Pulse of oneness, loving and kind Cajoles us to use our power Entwined with universal mind Outpour a benign bliss shower Why then is our soul tremulous Even though no fetters now bind Perhaps ego trace emulous Entwined with universal mind Quatern
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 26, 2022 9:10:26 GMT -5
Healing hands
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity Magnetised palms draw in healing light divine Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
As but an energy conduit, Gods touch alone divinity Our action being simply to loving intent so align Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Flower radiating fragrance in continuity Releasing into void pheromone as He assigns Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
Love an innate pull, a yearning, not mere call of duty Our outpouring ceaseless without any deadline Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Head and heart melded in singularity Bliss mist elixir that no power may confine Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity The visible universe manifested by hearts creativity We as interface magnetised healing pulse refine Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Recognising ego doership cause of fatality We are a mirror as Gods radiance does shine Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
Devoid of fears or earthy desires or doubts of self-pity Essence of presence relies upon powers benign Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Purity of heart causation birthing reality We murmur prayer, then in surrender, recline Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
Oh hermit! Seek not from dreams certainty Outcomes as may be any, with the divine entwine Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity Villanelle |
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 26, 2022 23:52:30 GMT -5
Each breath intake
Each breath intake, rotates polarity Rise, pause and fall in continuity Void of cessation is when we awake Provided thought flow, we therein forsake Attaining tranquil calm serenity Escape oh hermit, our captivity Bemused no longer by transient beauty Enter void of silence, rippleless lake Each breath intake Let go with ego, past affinity Staid blissful stillness bestows clarity Fleeting is this earth life, like a snowflake Get rid of ego, by a shake-shake-shake Reclaiming now, innate divinity Each breath intake Rondeau
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 27, 2022 10:30:38 GMT -5
Divine Romance
Heart seeks more, though we keep no score; burning yearning seeks an encore, since trough follows crest, there’s no rest, in acting at ego’s behest. The joy that does not come and go, imbibed by heart in stillness slow, entwines all nodes, from root to crown, stream of nectar, in which we drown. Pheromones tingle and mingle; jingle making our eye single, at play within, through night and day, as to bliss beats we gently sway. Fears and desires are all exhumed; by breath, ignition is resumed, rapture unending, soul’s delight, cascades thus within, day and night. Poetry form: Lay Notes: ‘Root’ alludes to the Muladhara chakra, near the base of spine, the divine feminine’s (Shakti’s) abode. ‘Crown’ refers to the Sahasrara chakra, on top of head, where the male polarity (Shiva) waits for Shakti. ‘Single eye’ is our third eye or spiritual eye, located between the eyebrows (Ajna chakra). Shakti rises from root to crown, flowing in a stream soma nectar, propelled by love. She needs to overcome many obstacles (ego spawned desires, fears, beliefs) during the journey. Once united, Shiva and Shakti merge, descending together as one into the cave of our heart (Anahata chakra), where divine union is culminated, resulting in an explosion of thunderous bliss, which pervades each cell of form, even as the ignition renewal continues unabated, gripping mind-body vessel in rapture unending ~ bliss in permanence. We, as indivisible from singular God-consciousness, are both aspects of the polarities, kinetic energy being Shakti and potential energy being Shiva. The game of union and separation, of concealing and revealing, is the enigmatic dance of life at play, obstructed by ego, which is ultimately annihilated.
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 27, 2022 21:37:48 GMT -5
Reveal
“Truth simple, if we but rest turbid mind Leaving all deluded knowing behind” _______________________________
Reveal and conceal, is the game divine Pangs of separation and rapture of union Life becomes simple when with love we align
Once head melds with heart, we feel an ignition An explosion of ineffable bliss reverberates within Magnetic currents unending renew without cessation
We feel the thunder ineffable within as also on our skin Soul’s light hitherto concealed, now clearly revealed Sound of one hand clapping then thus does begin Shorn of erst ferality, our mind-body is healed We are transfixed by bliss beyond measure We be to become the magnetic force field
As the false falls away, there is no fissure Essence of presence delights in each surprise God’s light suffuses our form, that we so treasure
Nonjudgmental eye ceases to discriminate or apprise In timeless time esoteric wisdom shines in clear light Soul celebrates each breath as bliss currents rise
Our spiritual heart throbs within, day and night Dormant energy nodes, all dance in unison Conscience discerning wrong from right
Meditation as our ever present orientation Eternal now becomes a seamless continuum Anchored not in stagnation, heart beats in elation As a vibrant living bliss mist, devoid of ego residuum We remain thus in heaven, at the joy sensoriumTerza Rima |
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Post by unseekingseeker on Jul 28, 2022 1:15:03 GMT -5
The forgiveness trap
The sense of injury we feel, owing to belied expectation, by ego thought spirals amplified, leads to our suffering and agitation.
Thus arises the real reason to forgive, for us to heal our wounded heart. So, is forgiveness selfish? Let the debate start!
A flying wasp stings or a stray dog bites us. We feel pain but shrug it off, accepting what is, making no fuss.
So, it’s not pain but the expectation, we have from souls in human form, that causes us mental anguish, when denied embrace warm.
If we let go of expectation, accepting each soul as they are, then irrespective of their behaviour, we’ll exit narrowness and cease to spar.
The need for us to forgive is obviated, for we never ever feel injured at all, humorously viewing play of life, in monk mode, standing tall.
Acceptance, not forgiveness, is then the attribute to ingrain, looking at spirit and not outer form, soaring at heights, free from ego stain. |
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