Thursday, April 23, 2020

Lover's Shaktipat

To keep each other centered in heart
God brought us together as divine lovers
To have direct contact with our Savior
transformation into the Shiva Shakti
                                   colors of ecstasy
a timeless Tantric kiss is discovered
Our light bodies hover above the temples
                                             of our bodies
encouraging each other to increased stillness
the bliss of living in our heart/higher mind center
Our temples bow before the door, we enter
Over and over we play and pray
For my bosom is the heaven of the Goddess
my Love for you and what you represent,
nothing short of the perfected in every way
                                             man the God.
Our song is the song of two souls in communion
kneeling at the altar of our prayer offering solemnly
before the great Shivalinga our presence and persistence
We drink from the fountain of love and synthesis
The original birthright alchemy
At one in each other and the Lord Supreme
for we are wasting time unless we are awakening.
Shakti and Shiva's energy of potent love within 
and I am so anxious to begin again.

                                       

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Consciousness Glyphs

Keep the fires burning for all to become artists.
Of their own imprints, akashic files for miles.
"Hello Self. Nice to meet you. Excuse me while I kiss my inner child."

Ego is dissolved integrating wild like the wind.
There is no path for planning.
Why am I never understanding?

All we do is change the dance when the song unwinds
seconds before the universe unfolds what needs to be heard.
Line after line surrounds the eyes on the face of the future.

Will worry become extinct?
One Billion years in the blink of the One-Eyed God.
Our glory in uncertainty and surrender forever.

Close to God breathing and birthing us into existence
with consciousness glyphs.
 


Monday, April 6, 2020

Remain Still

There is no beauty 
except rising from 
             the ashes of 
             endless vicissitudes 
Beneficent mystics are
            not subject to this
Knocked down tumbling
              wave after wave
Humbled by the sanctity
I am face down in darkness
being flashed by 
             light from on high
Waters crystallized by
                          my emotion
A vast ocean receding
                       after the flood
This teetering on the 
                   ledge called love
Awake to all tidal pain 
I must remain still and pray