Spiritual Sun~

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All vain and splendorous searchings reveal not the simple truth~
Hell uncovers the heart’s desire as pain endows the seekers toil
with rhythmic grace and turbulent bliss~
Knowledge mutes the simple truth….Within~
Experience marks the path of grace,
mind and time, each other’s master.~
Spinning webs of shadowed fate we march our animal shells
to the tune of survival’s melodic mumbo jumbo~
Forgetting only to re-member that which raised a Spiritual Sun,
that which has never NOT been ….Within~
Light, as darkness’s twin, births communion, duality conjoined…
interdependent…. inseparable ~
In breath out….out breath in,
lives un~spun, spin once again~

Satprem~

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Swimming Uphill~

Ecstatic experience transcends the mind,
as euphoric rhythm wherein I find,
all that is truth and that which is not,
the seeming futility of all I have sought~

Seeking for naught, save that which I touch,
seeing so little, yet feeling so much~ 
Mind is so quiet, back there in the distance,
relaxed in the flow where I find no resistance~

Spirals descend into realms filled with light.
Resistance is futile so I give up the fight~
To struggle against life’s natural current,
with mind screaming out to find a deterrent ~

To resist all that “IS” is like swimming uphill, 
A singular view cements higher will~
I laugh at myself, having been so resistant,
as all of life’s mysteries unfold in this instant~

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Satprem~

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Journey Ends~

The apex of this grand mortal monotony,
a seeker finds only vain and mute ignorance~
Laughs at life’s seeming goals of naught,
but seeks still, for nothing’s eternal peace~
Dancing within destiny’s proud birthright,
knowing only unworthiness and shame~
Builds and burns bridges of empty chance,
trods wearily towards death’s imminent promise~
Fruitless, his wanderings and seeming discoveries here
upon this plane of pale and cold mortality~
Chance rules the question’s burning heart~
Only Now he finds the crack of truth within~ 
Driven by a hundred lifetimes of grief,
only Now he knows that painful joy
of having lived and loved and lied again~
In that deafening moment of nothingness,
the journey ends where it began~~

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Satprem~

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The Searcher~

Time’s empty promise eludes the
searching mind,
finding not, that which is held in hand~

Futility stabs the heart of innocence~
Body withers with its forlorn glance~

Desperately grasping the shifting sands of sense~
Left alone on pathways of empty mist~

Knowing that knowing mirrors not the truth,
changes landscapes but changes not within~

Aches for blindness, ignorance and slumber,
eyes too bright for realms of pain filled gray~

Props and patterns secure the dance of death,
trudges onward searching for the silent sound~

Held within the sorrowful secret of time,
falls forward into womb of aching passion~

Clinging to circles and images worn thin,
never seeing that which heart beholds~

Never tasting the sweetness of his inheratance,
dies a thousand useless deaths of vision~

Body decays, never having found its home~
Too close to see the gift of desperation~

The searcher… finding nothing… gains eternity~

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Satprem~

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Just THIS~!

Paradise awaits you, it’s already Here~
Patiently waiting for you to come near~

Nothing to seek, to know or to find~
Love is Now, not ahead or behind~

Don’t sit and wonder at why your are here~
When what we should Do is ever so clear~

You will receive it by giving it away~
The secret’s a circle, made whole today~

Satprem~

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Thorns~

Life carries me on, toward and from~
Movement seduces time, and I come~ 

The endless search, a parade of nothings,
Showy, vast, colorful emptiness~

Enthroned, a King of Now,
Pain is my scepter,
wrought with jeweled weighty dross~

The crown slips down,
Too large and heavy
For the child underneath…
and I cry for a loss, 
beyond mortal consequence,
beyond anything earthly.

I am torn, ripped…
through and through,
separated from my Mother’s breast,
beaten down by gravity’s hard rule~

Blinded and guided by
a million earthly treasures, 
I pursue them all~ 
I must taste them all…
And I DO~

Sweet, my Lovers lips and tongue,
As they taste mine own~
Ecstasy too rare and beautiful to disguise~

Home to Spirit in Flesh…
A rose too beautiful not to smell~ 
A thorn left to shred away,
Any doubt that remains~

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Satprem~

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