Six Pyramids!

Six pyramids
Six pyramids,
Three big and three small,
Vast azure sky,
Some cotton clouds;

The explorer,
Mounted on a brown saddle,
On a camel has reigns in his hands,

Sun is behind his back and his shadow ahead,
No other persons are in sight,

It has been long since he left his village,
On this arduous journey,
In pursuit of something he valued,
With a white turban on his head,
Now all he meets on his way,
Are sandy storms and scorching heat, and shadows;

There are mirages but no water,
He stopped by the ancient monuments to appreciate the symmetry,

He has to soon lit the fire up and set his camp as night is approaching and it would quickly get too cold.

Effort!

This is love.
This is bliss.
This is peace.
The transcendental bliss supreme in which nothing is lacking.
Nothing remains to be gained.

All goals are achieved in future.
Falling of body or getting a new divine body or transfiguration suggest a future where something more fulfilling will replace the current situation.

No matter what I do or where I go: this peace remains.

And though I describe it only as a contrast to my past memories: vague traces of which indicate a dreamlike existence. Another dream similar to what the present world seems like.


Present self evident bliss never diminishes as waking, sleeping and dreaming; pleasure and pain succeed one another in an endless succession.

No questions or doubts arise.
All seeking came to an end with realisation.

All ideas of coming and going,
Of being better than anyone
Excelling at anything
Have lost their meaning completely.

I don't strive for anything.

I don't exert any effort.

Flight!

In this cosmic adventure,
I took driver's seat,
I rode the waves of mind,
Took its reins and made it a friend,
I subdued pride and ego,
A subtle current which kept building-on as I witnessed it arose and,
Took my ride to the shore.
I rejoiced with my only companion which is love.
I found peace.
My flight was bliss and freedom.

Joy of Being!

The light of bliss,
The heavenly joy,
Is solidifying in my being.

Ambrosia tastes like honey,
It's the gift of grace from,
The light of grace.

It's drizzling outside,
Thunderbolt can be heard,
And inside it's stream of comfort.

It's the true home.
It's indescribable beatitude.

The Absolute Abode!

1. It is.
2. It's everywhere.
3. It imparts knowledge. Hence its nature is knowledge.
4. This communion results in freedom from all afflictions. Result is peace and bliss. It's therefore known as bliss.
5. It imparts life and freedom from death, decay and aging : therefore it's an energy. A power.
6. Since there's no other to it. It has no equals. It's not just supreme power. It's the only power without any comparison. All beings derive their existence from it.
7. The absolute abode: it's free from fear, birth, death or suffering.

The Light!

The Light is,
Love and bliss,
Comfort it's,
It's the peace.

The light is solace,
My only refuge,
My dwelling place.

The light is limitless,
Being and knowledge,
It has all the answers.

The light is my soul,
My life.
My heart and my everything.

The light is sweet ambrosia,
Gnosis and Play.
Everlasting life-


The light is.

Gnosis

1. It's everywhere.
At all times.
It's true.

2. Communion with it causes
Dropping away of all doubts and questions.

It's of nature of knowledge as far as mind is concerned.

3. All questions of existential nature arise from a longing to be free from discomfort. To be at ease, at home, completely at rest, in harmony.

Union with it results in a blissful experience which never diminishes.

Other than bliss, nothing can make existential nightmare drop.

It's of nature of bliss.

4. The bliss is ever accruing. It never diminishes. All worldly experiences are limited. Both polarities of happiness and unhappiness alternate after a while.
This experience has no opposite. It keeps welling up. It's not even an ocean or mountain of bliss. It's limitless.

Since it never diminishes it must be limitless.

The limited human instrument, by coming in contact with it, becomes divine: capable of going through ineffable bliss of infinite quantity.


5. Absolute revealed itself to be my very own nature. My very own Self. It has no differentiation of one or two, mine or thine. What can it be afraid of and why?

Fear is a sign of limitation. It's limitless.

6. It's free from desiring because it's perfect. It's love. Infinite love is its very core.

7. Anything you desire or do is to be happy. Directly or indirectly. When peace embraces you as everlasting reality: efforts, other than those to ever abide in it, drop.

Thus cessation of Karma.

The Codex of Bliss!

I am reading,
From a codex of bliss;
A song never before read.

It's both means and the end.
It's formless beauty,
Matchless form.

When pain, doubt and despair,
Tried to overpower me,
I wondered if my experience was real;
I returned to this profound,

Abode of bliss,
The Absolute harmony,
Ineffable bounty,
Mystery of life,
Essence which dreams,

I realized that suffering,
Was merely a passing shadow,
The eternal song of ecstasy,
Was my true home.

It's ever new,
Ever fresh,
Without identity or limitations,
Well-being which is real.

Joy Supreme!

Without any beginning,

End or middle,

It’s beginning, end and middle of everything.

It has no proof,

It’s proof of everything.

This genuine blissful experience,

Is purpose of life.

The golden hall is condensed energy,

The hall of gnosis is sparse energy,

The mystic dance is joy supreme.

The Whole of Bliss!

At every point,

In spacetime,

The dance of energy,

Is and isn’t,

It’s a great mystery,

The binary dance,

Seems to have shaped computers,

One is presence,

It’s the being,

It’s light,

Zero is absence,

It’s nonbeing,

It’s darkness,

Their switching and replacing,

Each other is swift dance of some energy,

Which is constantly moving,

And making spacetime contract,

Unto itself,

To search for a source which causes,

This dance,

Is impossible,

It’s its own source,

To ask : why it’s this way and not that way

Is to merely puzzle yourself with a mystery which energizes senses,

The only answer seems to be:

It’s so.

It’s suchness of existence.

It’s play of darkness and light.

It’s infinite,

It’s beyond mind,

It’s beautiful because it’s blissful,

Its effect is bliss,

It’s infinite energy.

Since it makes doubts disappear,

The conclusion that it must be knowledge because only knowledge has the power to remove doubts,

All doubts spring from lack,

From a longing for bliss,

This is bliss,

This is undivided experience,

The whole of bliss.

Eternal Dance!

I am.

A body watches a dance.

And a blissful experience,

Grows on and on.

Having seen the misery,

The horror and suffering,

I gasped for breath in an existential nightmare;

You came forth as peace,

I didn't recognise you.

I kept reading, searching, meditating.

I kept looking for formulae.

You established yourself in my heart.

You took away my worries.

My possessions, ambitions, personalities.

You gave yourself to me!

And made me firmly established in the Truth.

I never wanted anything else.

You're my everything.

It's true: it doesn't matter if it's my last day here or the first.

I have you now: forever!

Our union is an everlasting life.

I hope : you would either eradicate this persistent urge to end it here: or really end it.

I have gained fruition.
All that anyone can gain is bliss of your eternal dance.

Home!

It felt like being transported to a new world today;

I only hover over this body at times;

There's a screen of consciousness,

A dancing screen,

Made of scintillating light,

A golden cursor lets me,

Paint empty pictures,

It's not a dead light,

Not a radiation or an afterglow as Science has it!

They all have it wrong!

It's alive.

It's the source and the destination.

It's a mystery to senses.

It's a mystery to mind.

Throbbing with bliss,

This void is the flip-flop dance of being and nonbeing.

Some say being is synonymous with consciousness,

Some others say: they're different.

In being, which is this mystic dance- all questions and doubts drop.

Sleep is induced for senses.

It's a waking sleep.

Thus the transcendental waking and sleep coexist.

It's the fullness of Thuriya.

It's been my home.

With every passing day;

It's becoming more profound.

Did those mystics know,

These books on chaos,

Were going to be mimicked after their bliss codes?

They didn't imagine science abundantly showing their beloved on television screens!

The human brain is modified to accommodate this new mind,


Eyes become camera like sensitive,

Glands and senses become hyperactive,

All this for one experience which matters: genuine bliss which lasts!

How did I know in my heart,

In the beginning itself,

That perpetual ecstasy was a fact?

I knew it. And it's a fact.

Despite all horrors of decay, death, aging and limitations around;

There's indeed something like everlasting love and bliss,

I tell this based on my own experience,

For it will never be taken away from me.

I have reached. This is my Home.