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~Purno’ham Vimarsha~

Purno’ham vimarsha refers to the concept of awareness of one’s own perfection. It comes from the Sanskrit, purna, meaning “complete” or “fulfilled,” and aham, meaning “I am.” Purno’ham, therefore, translates as “I am complete” or “I am perfect.” Vimarsha means “reflection” or “contemplation.” It refers to the ability to see the reflection of the Absolute Reality in one’s self.

Yoga asana practice, meditation, pranayama and mantras are all tools the yogi can use to experience purno’ham vimarsha.

Guest Posts {5} ~ Hop Song

~This is a guest post from Woodsy ~ https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com~

Not many people knew about my romance with Fawn. We kept it wrapped up secret in a little pendant which neither of us took off, guarded by one of those secret floral combinations that the old forest scribes used to write into flower petals.

Not that most people would have been interested enough to break the code.

You’d think, given the nature of our relationship, that we’d have been the talk of the town back then, given the way we used to hop everywhere like a couple of demented cartoon bunnies.

Surprising, though, most people seemed unable or unwilling to see us, hopping down the street, hopping through the supermarket aisles, hopping into all the little offices where all the little regulations were implemented in an attempt to frame our lives in more static terms.

We hopped through phone calls from people who had better ideas about what we should be doing with our lives.

We hopped through conversations where people explained what was wrong with the world and why society would start to function so much better if people learned to sit still in chairs.

We listened to people for whom life was all about money and responsibility and special lenses (available at a discount through mail order catalogues) that allowed you to twist and shift the light around you, so that people only saw the most appropriate use of time and finance and effort when they were scrutinising your files.

We hopped down filthy alleys, looking for things we’d been forced to throw away and would probably never find again.

We hopped love circles ’til our feet bled, usually around people who wept and smiled every time they saw us, and showered us with kisses and made us stumble, then hauled us back to our feet and pushed us out the door in the hope that our hop dance might leave a kinder rhythm on the world’s stale air.

Most of the time, we would never see such people again. Or if we did, there would be only the tiniest specks of recognition, damp behind eyes in which all the lights had been turned off.

We hopped through the woods, over soft mossy carpets and dry bark trampolines and up the side of massive trees.

We hopped along beaches, tapping out a shell-crunch drumbeat against the bolder melodies of the tide and splattering phosphorescent fireworks in the roaring air as the spray bounced off our bouncing bodies.

We hopped over each other’s skin, stretching as we did so, opening up places that had lingered unspoken and undiscovered in our consciousness. We punctuated each other’s aches and passions with our secret bunny-foot choreography, and entire galaxies began to tremble at the pulsating warmth of our embrace.

We sang so deep and so wild, the Universe still talks about us over coffee and burnt-out stars.

Right now, however, I just walk a lot, generally through places I don’t want to be, waiting for the moment when I can’t take any more and the little hopping backpack in the corner of my room becomes too heavy to ignore.

The phrase “I wish I could help you” echoes everywhere.

But what they really wish is that the hopping would stop.

I have Fawn’s heartbeat locked in a pendant. I have the snores of sleeping galaxies in my feet. I have words that bounce along the ripples of lakes like stones skimming across a page. Every time they tear the rhythm out of me, I unlock my secret place and claw a piece of it back.

But sometimes, in the middle of all their probes and prods, I start to hate it too.

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Poetry {16} ~ NARCOTIC SOUL PERFUME NECTAR

Your soul has a perfume

Recognising soul family through the essence of their scent

Infused from God, heaven sent

The light of compassion opens the petals of the heart

When the petals unfold fragrance spreads across the valley.

Can you smell it, down dreams alley?

Smelling is a potent arrow form of travel

It tears through layers and finds the centre to unravel

When we are crushed, our forgiveness escapes in this sweetest universal scent

Exhaling the intoxication of your fumes

Perfumed in narcotic warmth of mornings flame dyed sky

Wafting the nectar of your love

Drifting in helm wafting along the wings of a dove

As below, so above.

~DiosRaw 05/04/21

Poetry {15} ~ TOWER OF BABEL UNIFICATION

Tower of babel

Intended to reach from earth to heaven

The building of which was frustrated when Jehovah confused the language of the builders (Genesis 11:1–9)

The city, probably Babylon, in which this tower was supposedly built

Unifed once in time

Scattered languages

Confusions of tongues

The human family as one

Scattered onto the earth

Fractals of the eternal geometric flower

Taking back our power

Transforming the serendipitous moment

Creating a world a new

In the winds these transient words flew.

~DiosRaw 04/04/21

Poetry {13} ~ SOLD SOUL TO BIG PHARMA

Claustrophobic numb miserable shell

Glass shards jabbing from within this body meat suit hell

Which way to go, left or right?

It doesn’t matter, far from alright

Eyes glazed, slacking in bright

Sold soul to pharmaceutical companies

To fill their greedy economies

Muffled vision, decaying immune system, stagnant waters I tread

Shifting personalities full of dread

Zombie stale habitionalites

I don’t know who or what I am turned into

Now I can’t live a day without swallowing you

Slowly letting go, silently crying

Days are numbered, slowly dieing

Implying you want to fix the world’s problems by stating the symptoms

Begin to dig the root

They’ll tear away your health

Then steal all your wealth

There’s no profit in a world where health exists

Disease and illness is that which they push and persists.

~DiosRaw 03/04/21

Poetry {12} ~ UNDERWORLD TREASURES

Her crown and glory writhing and hissing, rising then tasting the air

Man averted his eyes and medusa grinned in her underwater lair

She knew mere morals could not appreciate her rare beauty stare

Be an admirer, explore the underwater hidden beauty treasures

Leaving behind predetermined societal measures

Bioluminescence lit up the waters above

Jellyfish swimming in and out of man-made discarded masks and a hospital glove

Be an eccentric captivated by the whisperings of the heavens below

Neon purple and greens, an ephemeral glow

The underwater world yet to be explored by human beings

What myths and legends will remain true in our seeings?

~DiosRaw 02/04/21

Poetry {1} ~ THE DREAMERS & THE WAKERS

Diamond refracting fractals

Human family anatomical dactyl

Omnipresent permeating tactile

Reflecting forevermore spirited

Expanding unprecedented unlimited

Infinite soul incarnations

Siddhi sensory levitation

Null comprehension of causation

Eternal universal duration

Spinning into and through creation

We unify within the birth of the same maker

We are the dreamers and the wakers.

~DiosRaw 19/03/21