Say it in verse

[laughter]

Aug 21, 2022 8:57:26 GMT -5 unseekingseeker said:

Show me God

Gods game of concealing and revealing
Seeming one sided, since He is hiding
We knew not what do do, feeling distraught
Until our heart asked mind, ‘where is He not?’

It is He, whose breath enlivens all forms
Conscience within, urging us to reform
Vast, boundless space, both within and around
Wonderment that within our heart abounds

He is luminous, yet found in darkness
God alone is, underlying oneness
He is the That one and He is the two
The core life essence, which within renews

Lament not, oh hermit, He is within
Throb of heartbeat and bliss grazing our skin

Sonnet

There was another poet who used to post here. He used to write about "God falling into his own dream", and "God waving his arms in the mirror". He would engage people in existential debate, and depending on the context of their fallacy, in one breath he would tell them "there is no God", and then in the next he'd tell them "you are God".

He would have mocked you rather mercilessly however, for the "bliss bus".

[unseekingseeker]

Aug 21, 2022 15:07:34 GMT -5 laughter said:

Aug 21, 2022 8:57:26 GMT -5 unseekingseeker said:

Show me God

Gods game of concealing and revealing
Seeming one sided, since He is hiding
We knew not what do do, feeling distraught
Until our heart asked mind, ‘where is He not?’

It is He, whose breath enlivens all forms
Conscience within, urging us to reform
Vast, boundless space, both within and around
Wonderment that within our heart abounds

He is luminous, yet found in darkness
God alone is, underlying oneness
He is the That one and He is the two
The core life essence, which within renews

Lament not, oh hermit, He is within
Throb of heartbeat and bliss grazing our skin

Sonnet

There was another poet who used to post here. He used to write about "God falling into his own dream", and "God waving his arms in the mirror". He would engage people in existential debate, and depending on the context of their fallacy, in one breath he would tell them "there is no God", and then in the next he'd tell them "you are God".

He would have mocked you rather mercilessly however, for the "bliss bus".

hahaha! 

SatChitAnanda ~ As we know from the scriptures and our experience as well, of the five sheaths of consciousness, physical, energy body, lower mind, higher mind and bliss, the core, the bliss essence, as an ignition in renewal continual, ever pulsating within, represents a higher octave of love, innate to our being.

Indeed, we are as He, all being God consciousness, the one manifest as the many. Yet, here, now, in this-ness of limitation in mind-body, we may be enabled to both have the cake and eat it too, metaphorically speaking, flowing in the rhythmic vibrations of dynamic stillness like a pendulum swaying between separation and union.

[unseekingseeker]

Oh joy

Oh joy!
Be still

Just feel
Love spill

Heartbeats
So thirst

For That
Bliss burst

Love’s chime
Does pine

Nectar
Divine

Silent
Thunder

God’s grace
Wonder

At play
Within

We go
Therein

Ego
Undone

Head heart
Now one

Gently
Align

With bliss
Entwine

It is
God’s will

Oh joy!
Be still

22-August-2022

Footle

[unseekingseeker]

Dreams within dreams

Dreamer and the dreamed,
wish to be redeemed,
distilling each thought,
that’s ego begot.

Our subconscious mind
grips us in it’s bind,
displayed as instinct,
that’s not quite love inked.

We, as the object,
dreamed by the subject,
live out our own dream,
in thought forms we stream.

Emptying our cup
is how we wake up,
melding head with heart,
adding love to cart.

Ceasing to react,
we then know as fact
we’re soul, not this form,
caught in a thought storm.

Upon knowing this,
we’re suffused with bliss,
being our essence ~
soul’s luminescence.

Jueju

[unseekingseeker]

Silent thunder

Within heart toroidal
Cold heat
A ball of fire
Magnetic
Radiating

Third eye
Flattening out
Across the forehead
Spirit therein
Nodes churning

Whilst the navel
Has it’s say
Energising
Consuming nectar
Dripping

As for senses
They are and yet
Poised in animation
Of pristine stillness
Dissolving

The space time divide
Potent in each moment
Holds it’s breath
Witnessing
Soul blossoming

In the womb of eternity

[unseekingseeker]

Womb of existence

Here we are, in the womb of existence,
deluded that we’re separate from source,
knowing not love’s our only true resource,
we nurture fears, on ego’s insistence.

We’re granted free will, that soul grow faster
but poor choices we make, cause needless pain,
redeemed when dark desires to rest are lain,
that love and light divine, all we foster.

In silence when we’re still, voids within fill,
enlivened by sublime bliss magnetism;
loves prismatic hues light up body prism,
simply by so letting God do His will.

When will to God bends, separation ends,
lower mind and ego, just drop away,
in time stretched stillness, to bliss beats we sway,
wondrous how our soul, to heaven ascends.

Enclosed rhyme

[unseekingseeker]

God and we are one

Without doubt, we feel separate from source,
limited by time, space, knowledge, power,
with will to restricted to actions coarse,
thus in fearful darkness, our heart cowers,
distanced from Gods love, light and bliss shower.
Trapped in the open, we are free within,
on entering tranquil silence sanguine,
fearlessly embracing the joy current,
as blissful rapture each moment begins,
we be to become self-luminescent.

Such is non-doing of the pathless path,
silence and stillness reclaiming the light,
each moment in time, a holy sabbath,
voice of conscience discerning wrong from right,
whilst ecstasy heightens through day and night.
Boundaries blur as consciousness expands,
clear light dawns, we begin to understand,
God is within and this dream world fleeting
that once love enabled, our destiny grand,
as we witness our divine soul blooming.

Double Dizain

[unseekingseeker]

Let silence carry us

Let silence carry us
unfettered by our mind,
into bliss mists divine,
a memory rewind,
replayed when we align.

Let silence carry us
within the womb of time
to the hall of mirrors,
where love helps love to climb
octaves of bliss tremors.

Let silence carry us
right to the very core,
wherefrom bliss currents flow,
piercing each node and pore,
keeping our heart aglow.

Let silence carry us
into the arms of God,
where kind, body and soul,
in wonderment are awed,
fulfilling earth life role.

Monchielle

[unseekingseeker]

Here Now This

Twixt serpentine thought
and love heart begot,
magnetism pervades
bliss stream presence wades.

Caught in this bliss storm,
our organic form
garnering clear sight,
becomes living light.

In stillness we wait,
yet participate,
granting God consent,
for our soul’s ascent.

Who’re we to select
nodes bliss does elect
to grip in embrace,
God’s will does so grace?

Jueju

[unseekingseeker]

Silent Thunder

This is the way we feel,
full of gusto and zeal,
head and heart in balance,
in vibrant nonchalance.

This is the way we feel,
as before God we kneel;
soma nectar dripping,
our heart in joy gripping.

This is the way we feel,
letting touch divine heal
wounds we’ve self-inflicted,
when from love we drifted.

This is the way we feel,
imbibing bliss appeal;
ensconced thus day and night,
as heightens, soul’s delight.

Verse

[zazeniac]

Love your poetry, but there's so much of it. It's hard to savor them all. Also read Archibald McLeish,"Ars Poetica." Some good pointers there. The last line is the best advice one poet can give another: "A poem should not mean, but be." Keep at it, you're doing the subject justice.

[unseekingseeker]

Aug 25, 2022 21:39:06 GMT -5 zazeniac said:

Love your poetry, but there's so much of it. It's hard to savor them all. Also read Archibald McLeish,"Ars Poetica." Some good pointers there. The last line is the best advice one poet can give another: "A poem should not mean, but be." Keep at it, you're doing the subject justice.

Thanks zazeniac.

‘Avoid truth’ seems to be the summary of Archibald McLeish,"Ars Poetica, as googled. Perhaps. What is the truth but a direct experience imbibed? If we read Kabir or Rumi for example, their poetry a straightforward, honest statement of the truth as felt by them, albeit expressed in words, without subterfuge. It seems esoteric to the readers because they have not felt that (current, elixir) what the poet has experienced within. Poetry sets up a sort of geometric harmony to the vibrations embraced by resonance.

In my case, I don’t claim to be a poet, it’s just that the expressions flow somewhat as such, attempting to echo the ineffable life force at play within. This is why it’s said that it’s like an open secret hidden in plain sight, known to the holder of the flame alone. Fortunately, I know two people who are far more advanced on the path than I am, whose experiences offer validation of mine, not that any validation is needed but the lower mind does question, from time to time. Hence interaction on such forums ~ to learn and to share.

[zazeniac]

Aug 25, 2022 23:20:40 GMT -5 unseekingseeker said:

Aug 25, 2022 21:39:06 GMT -5 zazeniac said:

Love your poetry, but there's so much of it. It's hard to savor them all. Also read Archibald McLeish,"Ars Poetica." Some good pointers there. The last line is the best advice one poet can give another: "A poem should not mean, but be." Keep at it, you're doing the subject justice.

Thanks zazeniac.

‘Avoid truth’ seems to be the summary of Archibald McLeish,"Ars Poetica, as googled. Perhaps. What is the truth but a direct experience imbibed? If we read Kabir or Rumi for example, their poetry a straightforward, honest statement of the truth as felt by them, albeit expressed in words, without subterfuge. It seems esoteric to the readers because they have not felt that (current, elixir) what the poet has experienced within. Poetry sets up a sort of geometric harmony to the vibrations embraced by resonance.

In my case, I don’t claim to be a poet, it’s just that the expressions flow somewhat as such, attempting to echo the ineffable life force at play within. This is why it’s said that it’s like an open secret hidden in plain sight, known to the holder of the flame alone. Fortunately, I know two people who are far more advanced on the path than I am, whose experiences offer validation of mine, not that any validation is needed but the lower mind does question, from time to time. Hence interaction on such forums ~ to learn and to share.

I disagree. It's not avoiding truth, but expressing it as it flows through every ordinary moment. It's uncovering the divine in the facade of the quotidian. But I wish to encourage your journey. My apologies if I sounded critical. Please continue. Peace.

[unseekingseeker]

@ zazaniac ~ no, please, I didn’t construe it as criticism. Your point is well taken. It’s just that what I write almost on a daily basis, is as of inspirations that in-pour. I’m not so much into style, it’s just an expression of experience, that’s all.

On a side note, I did join a poetry site, poetrysoup.com, where I use the same handle. I did learn a few poetry styles there … we live and learn

[unseekingseeker]

We falter at the altar

We’ve been, seen but not become
soul’s light that bids us welcome,
since as yet we stand not still,
not quite aligned with God’s will.

Subtle flickers of disdain,
stifled dreams that cause us pain,
from time to time, raise their head,
signalling that we’re ill bred.

What avail the Holy Grail
if feral instincts prevail,
clouding sight, veiling God’s light,
making us cower in fright?

Although we do hear love call,
we’re headed for a long haul,
slowly erasing fissures
to reclaim heaven’s treasures.

Jueju