The pathless pathBlissful presence, poised in peace, is as it is
desire bereft and so no ripples arise
in its aura, whereupon ego recedes …
whence we see God’s light.
The path known yet the map is not the terrain,
thus breath by breath, gentling touch, heart is kissed by
Divine Mother, transmuting all cells within …
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Be to becomeUnless grazed by blazing bliss, mind rules the heart
Fickle thought forms vaporise, whence we are free
There is nothing here within, save love and light
All questions then cease
Unshakable truths are those, untouched by time
As we be breathed, recognise God’s light within
Embrace, release, flow with ease, in this earth dream
Know...
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From darkness to lightTruth’s metaphor bemused and confused lost ones,
trapped as yet in labours of thought forms conjured,
thereby failing to cognise flickers in space …
revealing God’s light.
Breath by breath thus, feeling not God’s magnetism,
living by instinct, higher centres dormant,
darkness deepened, engulfing bleeding aura …
ego blamed on fate.
Love’s touch tender stirred the soul,...
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The pathless pathGroping in the darkness of mind, our presence
sinks in murky quicksands of desire, spawned by
ego, finding no peace in inanities …
deaf to soul’s whispers.
Simply shifting from head to heart, we halt the
flow of thought, whence magnetism rises, birthing
mists of bliss in heart by grace, that touched thus we …
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Do we qualifyFeeling from heart, thoughts rested, our awareness
rejuvenates pulse of soul, ever present
in the background, yet cognised in staid stillness …
for those who listen.
Cultivating gentleness, firm our focus,
rapture rises, brought forth by kundalini,
Divine Mother’s caress of sublime delight …
for souls who are pure....
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Gifts of silenceWhat if silence too is a script we conjure,
tapping into subconscious mind, befooling
ourselves, as we sidestep the truth of what is …
bemused by ego?
Trapped in swamps of dark desires, bound by beliefs,
how else can we exit this matrix unless
thoughts cease, that thus grace invoked, our soul’s eye sees …
noumena...
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Breeze blowsThe North wind blew, ominous, nights now longer,
testing resolve, deepening dread, the fear of
darkness stalking, time to distil impulses …
lighting lamp of love.
The East wind blew, promising warmth of sol’s touch,
proximity to the source enlivening
heart, thus bringing boons of grace, that gratitude …
lights the lamp of love.
The South...
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