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.
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 … More 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 alive.It’s the source and the destination.It’s … More Home!
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 … More Flowering!
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 … More Omniscient dancer!
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 … More Too late!
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!
This mystic dancer has enslaved me! I think only about it, I talk only about it, I long only for this union, It tastes sweet, sounds sweet, feels sweet; This ancient dancer is limitless, It dances in the golden hall of gnosis, It is ambrosia, It’s Immortality, It’s clarity, It doesn’t judge, It’s all goodness, … More Mystic Dancer!
The mystic dance, Mixing with every cell, Blasts in bliss, It’s without a beginning or an end. It’s beyond everything and yet Knower of all. It doesn’t judge you for your rank Because compared to it everything is limited-no matter how exalted it seems. It’s neither one nor many because it’s the only thing, It … More Bliss!
1. I have begun the third iteration of registering books in library. 2. Took some time to read Vinoba Bhaave’s commentary on Vedas. 3. Last few days have been interesting self discovery. 4. This mystic dance which fills every inch of space within and without is my sole object of study and search now. It’s … More Pure Being!