I am reading,
From a codex of bliss;
A song never before read.
It's both means and the end.
It's formless beauty,
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,
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,
Without identity or limitations,
Well-being which is real.
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.
At every point,
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,
Zero is absence,
Their switching and replacing,
Each other is swift dance of some energy,
Which is constantly moving,
And making spacetime contract,
To search for a source which causes,
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 suchness of existence.
It’s play of darkness and light.
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.
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.
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 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.
If I keep writing for,
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.
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.
In the sacred chamber of heart,
The mystic union with,
The damsel who dances,
A red drop met a white one,
Cool soothing flood of bliss,
It has flooded everything everywhere,
And consumed all the shivering of,
Most beautiful is dancing light of grace. It’s scintillating light. It’s mysterious. It’s inside me and outside. It attracts my mind and delights my being. It’s cold bliss. It’s godhead. It’s without beginning or end spread all over the spacetime. It’s ceaseless dance of reality. It’s eternal. It’s limitless hence blissful. It’s making me blissful like itself. It’s making me a luminous being. This dance of light is what confers gnosis and philosophy is all about it. It is also known as Brahm. It’s resounding in my being as Omkara. These divine melodies are same as this scintillating light. It tastes as nectar of immortality which is also known as ambrosia. It’s what has filled every fibre of my body with cold bliss. It’s as if a flood of bliss has engulfed my body. This light has been the object of my research off late. It’s direct knowledge. Immediate without any agency. The vibration frequency of this light varies based on how intensely active it’s at any given time in my body. This light can be seen with my eyes which act as camera. It also enters via the third eye which is located at the junction between the eyebrows also known as pineal gland.
It’s beautiful without any form. Formless form being most exquisite is a paradox. It’s so because only that which makes you feel blissful is truly beautiful.
It has been flowering. I love the taste of this honey. It’s best medicine for the ailment of the existential nightmare. My being has become so full of bliss. The music of flute and jingling bells chime. Cold bliss wells up in my heart with occasional tears. It has enraptured my soul. The life seems perfect in interpreting the mystic dance. I don’t want to talk about anything else. I humbly watch the dance with awe and wonder. This mystic dancer has accepted my humble offerings unto its dancing feet.
It’s exquisite indeed. This dimension of perception reveals our purpose of being here. It’s to witness this divine dance of reality. It’s beyond life and death. Beyond happiness and unhappiness. It’s lasting peace and liberation.
Her feet are on ground but the body is spread all over!
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.
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!