Inquiry Into Reality

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If you think you can drum up some business

with yourself concerning inquiry when the mood

strikes you, think again my little vasanaic vixen.

Inquiry, like sobhet never ends.

 

The flicker of the fire in our zikr

is always at peak-hot flame

and fana-flaring into every nerve and fibre,

rerouting,

recruiting newer, neater neural pathways

to carry and sustain the transmissions

wanting to be given up -

 

Another crazy prophet-poetess poised

for the fall-out from speaking such audacity

and imagined

surfing of the sea of some

unattributable to anyone's true art,

talking, tasting, intuiting and self-realizing,

mistaken as arrogance and

"know-it-all-ism" run rampant with rasajic

remonstrances always at the ready to be given,

and self-absorption in one's own words

and mystic marvelosity,

making itSelf seen and known somehow

is often the prosad offered i

from the Beloved One.

Taste my Beloveds...

astral scents are in abundance.

 

Sounds like a Gene Roddenberry script for sure.

Or at least some old Twilight Zone music

is surely playing now and saying

 

"You must pay the Piper."

 

Flash-back of this fire is an intensely fresh dance

dancing across the thresh-hold of sahasrara

a thousand times simultaneously and with a lilt of Light

crackle-grokking across the barrier of time and space.

 

Inquiry about what matter sounds like as it disintegrates

led me to have the experience of this.

 

"The standard of reality is reality itself."*

 

Sri Ramana really is alive and giving diksha.

Sri Nityananda really is alive and holding discourse

silently in the garden with the Buddha under the banana tree.

 

Inquiry under any situation is neat-o groovy.

Giving it up for the Gurus is Gladness going bonkers

over itSelf stroking Happiness's hands and running

the Heart like an arrow into itSelf and dying

in Bliss beyond any, any comprehension.

 

So with this said, i ask myself this -

 

"What is Bliss, Beloved Gurus?"

 

In ecstatic unison i am permeated through and through with the

crying out fragrance of the truth coming from each Heart

of every divine being here with me -

Nityananda, Ramana, Nisargadatta,

Yogananda, the Lion of Bengal, Babaji,

Jesus, Buddha, Muhammed and more than can be fathomed.

The Heart-Sky wept this into Heart-vase i -

 

"What is bliss but your own being?

 

You are not apart from being which

is the same as bliss.

 

You are unchanging and eternal.

 

Bliss consists in not forgetting

your being.

 

It is also said to be the seat of Love.

 

Love is bliss.

 

Bliss is a state of unbroken happiness.

 

He resides in the form of Bliss."*

 

And Darling-Hearts, Beloved Lovers,

i reside like the high-tide forever in,

in Him in the form of Bliss.

 

Grace is this Sea we drink each moment of existence.

We are Breathing Bliss as we speak and read this ramble.

 

"The standard of reality is reality itself."*

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

 

* ~Sri Ramana Maharshi