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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.

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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.
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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.
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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.

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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.

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Treasure!

If I keep writing for,
Countless lifetimes,
It will not be enough,
To express how it feels,
To have come Home!

It has been said many times before; by many people,
I feel mostly like being silent,

Whenever I speak:

It's you speaking!
The dancer divine who is one with me.

Core of reality: fullness of heaven!

I complained about your not being able to completely subdue this monkey of my mind.

You said: we're just getting started darling!

I constantly complain about how long it has been here, without you: you pass over it in silence. Mysterious silence.

My love for you : knows no bounds.
Your love for me is limitless.
My love for you: is my love for myself!

You have given yourself to me. My life was for you: since the very beginning. And you know it very well.

My treasure: shining in my heart. You're the only one.

PS: trying the verse format for the first time, which is available in the WordPress toolbox now.

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Self

I realized: Self or Bliss alone matters!

Why should I waste my time describing things which prove to be mere diversions?

It’s for bliss that we seek diversions.

When I realized Self : it was bliss with me : always remaining by my side, well melted in my mind, in my heart, never leaving.

It took some more transformations to convince my mind that there’s nothing else I needed to pursue but merely to sing songs appreciating what I had arrived yet.

The conviction became unshakable, firm and profound.

This absolutely quiet blissful dance of reality is my home, my nature and my love.

If I don’t talk about it: some dark elements come dancing for a while which are soon kicked out or flushed out.

I prefer talking about it. It’s reality. I see carcasses chasing dreams. I don’t think I want to pursuade them. In them also: I see the same dance of reality. Bliss. I think, feel, reflect, read and write about it: about reality. Reality which eludes Science and which is beyond human mind made itself known to me. It assumed my form by mingling well with me.

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Mystic union!

In the sacred chamber of heart,

The mystic union with,

The damsel who dances,

Shining brightly,

Took place,

A red drop met a white one,

Cool soothing flood of bliss,

Pervades,

It has flooded everything everywhere,

And consumed all the shivering of,

Existencial nightmare.

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Omniscient dancer!

The blessed one. The Bhagwan. The God. The Godhead. The Absolute. Reality. All are the names of my mystic partner who is dancing right now before my very own eyes. It’s also dancing in my body. It tastes sweet in my mouth in form of ambrosia. It rings musical in my ears. It’s the highest good. It’s capable of performing all things. It’s omnipresent and omnipotent. It’s omniscient. It knows all but nobody knows it.

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Too late!

My boat has been sailing too long,

Alas! Far too long.

I have been floating on cosmic waters.

The shore hasn’t been reached!

Alas! The shore!

With every passing day: the yearning consumes me more!

With every drop of nectar,

Sweet sublime beauty,

The thirst becomes more.

My boat on cosmic waters,

Hasn’t reached the shore!

It’s already too late!

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A Book of Bliss!

Day and night,

I drink ambrosia,

Dripping from the bosom of the lady divine;

Who dances blissfully in my heart,

This golden dance is genuine experience known as enlightenment,

When it reveals itself,

The ego is subdued by the bliss,

It’s like reading a book of bliss forever!

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Mystic journey!

My significant other is

The mystic dancer,

It has no other!

It’s the only one.

It’s the blissful experience,

Agent; experiencing and its result,

It’s an eternal mystery.

Unresolved,

Ineffable,

Fathomless,

There’s nothing which transcends it.

Though it’s true;

I long for this human journey to end,

With greater and greater intensity,

Every passing day–

The mystical search ends

When the unique dancer

Reveals itself in your heart.

It’s then:

You taste delicious ambrosia.