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.
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.
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.
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,
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!