neither seeking nor striving, free from strain
deep peace pervades form, bliss is heart’s refrain
poised in the now, we let God’s grace endow
mood and mode acceptant, we wear no chain
poised in the void, our mind no longer strays
focus on bliss beats is how our soul prays
to the will of God we cheerfully bow
we’re the urn in which kundalini plays
Surrounded by souls whose heart centre is closed,
the universe calls upon us to be kind,
for in this earth life test a question is posed,
that if we’ve broken free from our ego’s bind,
radiating love and light, we’ll understand,
this lesson prepares us for pastures more grand,
so our eye acceptant and our stance erect,
poised in the void we let bliss beats rise unchecked.
acceptant eye
our heart sigh-free
goodbye ego
receptive, attentive and acceptant
feeling bliss magnetism within cascade
recognising ego is decadent
with all erst fears and desires to rest laid
mindfully in the lake of life we wade
moment by moment, all moments entwined
our formless presence with bliss beats aligned
an acceptant eye and a tranquil heart
witnesses waywardness with compassion
respecting the life path of every soul
before God’s flame ignites in heart passion
a thorn on the stem of rose in repose
pricked the finger of her deluded lover
yet with her last breaths she exuded love
mood and mode acceptant free from bondage
resplendent in fragrance of her dying petals
recognising the source as breath of God
We
notice
deception.
It is condoned.
We too once fell down
but then we made amends,
thus so shall this weary soul,
so who are we to pass judgment?
Soul’s presence centred in the void is
vibrant, blissful, nonchalant and tranquil.
Dwelling thus in the time stretched pause, the gap
where intent of heart throbs yet holds back.
Action begins but does not end,
thus extinguishing bondage.
As witness consciousness,
as both form and space,
at each moment
void-centric
soul is
free.
it took quite a while
for us to acclimatise
to throb of magnetism
incessantly cascading within
we are now acceptant
and heart is receptive
to the perennial pulse
of God’s wondrous heartbeat
ego having been burnt
in the fire of divine bliss
our hollowed out form
Is a receptacle for soma nectar
there is no one here
save soul presence
witnessing in delight
beauty of the dance underway
Betrayal hurts but we move on,
even though scars remain
and as we in nonchalance yawn,
the past to rest is lain.
Soul presence transcendent,
tranquil eye acceptant,
makes ego decadent.
Though love yet spurts,
betrayal hurts.
the aspect of our soul that dwells in form
vividly senses bliss magnetism warm
and whilst we feel we’ve become acceptant
does not memory make us resistant
presence anticipating each tingle
caused when body polarities mingle
but if we shift into the vibrant void
no longer by subtle desires decoyed
seeking nothing silence animated
pristine presence is always elated
a holiday, this moment, life itself
as the flow of time brings it to a close
are we joyous, vibrant, tranquil, acceptant
alive, aglow, bliss suffused and in gentle repose
seeking resolution
of conflict
we pause to examine
why we seek peace
is it for gain
or to entwine hearts
what is our intent
is their yet judgment
condemnation perhaps
for those who obstruct
or are we acceptant
always radiating joy
recognising
there are no ‘others’
in this lucid dream
the aspect of us
resident in form
in mood acceptant
allows bliss to burn
residual delusion
searing magnetic heat
currents cool and warm
mingle with pheromones
soma nectar sublime
transmuting mind-body
in the in-between stage
we glimpse the heavens
whilst yet in this vessel
a bilocation of sorts
viewed from the chrysalis
AMERICA, THE CENTER DID NOT HOLD
The center, woe the center
Are we surprised it did not hold
Not even in America
And if the truth be told
When the two twin towers toppled
We were stunned aggrieved and hurt
Long gone the days of minute men
No one to sound a swift alert
With eyes wide open still so blind
We failed to recognize
How much 'covid' would reek havoc
Right before our very eyes
Relentless in its progress
Devastating all it touched
No army couldn't stop it
Even if one bothered much
Still we dallied on so docile
Till an enemy within
Ripped and ravaged through the White house
Bent on murder and revenge
Men compliant and acceptant
Eyes fixed on money, power, fame
No thought for country, without conscious
Doubly dying, soil their name.
-Reta Pruitt
PS (There still are 'men with souls so dead')
-from 'THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY'
silence engages stillness
entwining matter and void
wherein herein immanent
our presence transcendent
cooperates with flow of time
to feel each earth life pulse
acceptant and receptive
being our choiceless choice
to create no unwanted ripple
in the play already impulsed
whilst yet infusing vibrancy
in childlike innocence playful
that the omnipresent witness
pauses a moment to smile
beholding the lotus bud bloom
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