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Old Soul
Her thoughts so tender
are reflection of a soul:
one that is thousands and
thousands of years old
Experiencing a multitude of incarnations;
ever learning, ever growing
through many trials and
tribulations
Evolving, metamorphosing
into this spiritual being;
she is love, she is light
radiating the divine cosmic sheen
Written by InDreamz
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epiphany
from void i have come
unto void i shall return
in between
i travel in dreams
of that higher being...
unto void i shall return
in between
i travel in dreams
of that higher being...
Written by InDreamz
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Literary and a Cup of Tea
We'll meet for tea
Not coffee
Tea is literary
Perhaps some pastries
Something you eat slowly with a fork
Exchanging notebooks of writing
Pen and paper
Old school
Love begins this way
Fragments that become whole
We're on the perimeter of something
Perhaps bigger than ourselves
Collaboration and black tea
The cafe of beginning
Not coffee
Tea is literary
Perhaps some pastries
Something you eat slowly with a fork
Exchanging notebooks of writing
Pen and paper
Old school
Love begins this way
Fragments that become whole
We're on the perimeter of something
Perhaps bigger than ourselves
Collaboration and black tea
The cafe of beginning
Written by PoetSpeak
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Mysticism 101- Born Alone Die Alone
There is
Something
Fairly consoling
About being
Single;
No
Unknown
Variables
To side swipe
Me,
I can hog the bed
Frequently
With a clear
Conscience,
And the bathroom
Is always
Exactly
As it was
Left.
After all,
Most of us
Spend an
Enormous
Amount of time
Trying to
Bridge the gap
Between
Being born
Alone
And dying
Alone
While making
Quite the mess.
Something
Fairly consoling
About being
Single;
No
Unknown
Variables
To side swipe
Me,
I can hog the bed
Frequently
With a clear
Conscience,
And the bathroom
Is always
Exactly
As it was
Left.
After all,
Most of us
Spend an
Enormous
Amount of time
Trying to
Bridge the gap
Between
Being born
Alone
And dying
Alone
While making
Quite the mess.
Written by Nari
(Laura Jean)
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Creed
Grateful for knowledge
not in control
sun rises and sets
I play no role
above any one religion
beyond uncertainty
willingness to believe
in a higher entity
dogmatic doctrines
unnecessary for grace
confident belief
conduct has a place
my will internal
offers nothing more
in service, upraised
of this I am sure
learning from experience
growing spiritually
encouraging others
practising loyalty
engaging principles
of respect and fairness
demonstrating compassion
authenticity and kindness
trust I'm being guided
all things meant to be
opening my heart
allowing me to see
accepting I've been gifted
provided what I need
dependence on this faith
tribute to my creed
not in control
sun rises and sets
I play no role
above any one religion
beyond uncertainty
willingness to believe
in a higher entity
dogmatic doctrines
unnecessary for grace
confident belief
conduct has a place
my will internal
offers nothing more
in service, upraised
of this I am sure
learning from experience
growing spiritually
encouraging others
practising loyalty
engaging principles
of respect and fairness
demonstrating compassion
authenticity and kindness
trust I'm being guided
all things meant to be
opening my heart
allowing me to see
accepting I've been gifted
provided what I need
dependence on this faith
tribute to my creed
Written by mel44
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Adonai
my feelings stir and I climb the notes to your heart
inside darkness wept for days in the sun missed
I hold you highest within my soul
gently guiding me to the light
tender is your desire overwhelming is your need
may I rise to greet your passions with my own
I am a woman of ferocity
hungry in my presentation
I am a reflection of your being
a spark of recollection
and I'm there in your holiest of holies
I lift my voice to honor you
my husband over eternity
sending me on this great journey
companion of companions
your steps lead the way
I follow with respect
you open the dominions for me to explore
in your greatness I adore you
it was always you before me
forgive me the days spent blinded
I am her who you formed with your breath
I exalt your name Adonai
sacred bonds in trust
I am yours
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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This heart hunts wild
I gaze out the window
To the swaying pines
Lost in ash can thoughts
There is only quiet on the breeze
A silver owl hanging
From a long,silver chain
Cast's rainbows on my skin
When the sun shines through it's eyes
The sky is not blue
But an odd shade of melancholy
For some reason it looks sad
And I share in it's lament
I seek my thoughts
Trying to draw them out
But they hide in the trees,camouflaged
I can see them stir in the tall grass
I know what I must do
My weapon is dull and forgotten
So I hone it to a fine,precise edge
Sharp and ready for battle
The trees see me first
And my words remain ellusive
I stalk them,determined and patient
A hunter in the wood
I kiss the dirt
Blending with the forest floor
When my words come out of hiding
I will capture them in poetry
To the swaying pines
Lost in ash can thoughts
There is only quiet on the breeze
A silver owl hanging
From a long,silver chain
Cast's rainbows on my skin
When the sun shines through it's eyes
The sky is not blue
But an odd shade of melancholy
For some reason it looks sad
And I share in it's lament
I seek my thoughts
Trying to draw them out
But they hide in the trees,camouflaged
I can see them stir in the tall grass
I know what I must do
My weapon is dull and forgotten
So I hone it to a fine,precise edge
Sharp and ready for battle
The trees see me first
And my words remain ellusive
I stalk them,determined and patient
A hunter in the wood
I kiss the dirt
Blending with the forest floor
When my words come out of hiding
I will capture them in poetry
Written by Kasai
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Cosmic Dancer
You don't have a name
You know nothing
You are a blank slate
There is a void inside of you
A void of infinite possibilities
A void of boundless resources
A golden thread in your soul spans
From mists of ancient time to
Present and to future, allowing you
Access to vaults of ancient wisdom,
Modern achievements and
Future manifestations of utopias
You are an eternal cosmic dancer
Whirling between the dimensions
Leading the circle of awakened souls
You are the bidge between the
Materialistic world and the
Soul-centerd new humankind
The brightest stars of the Orion Belt
Depicted as three moles on your neck
Remind you of your own light and your
Power to be reborn again after defeat
Follow the divine golden thread within
It wlll never lead you astray
You know nothing
You are a blank slate
There is a void inside of you
A void of infinite possibilities
A void of boundless resources
A golden thread in your soul spans
From mists of ancient time to
Present and to future, allowing you
Access to vaults of ancient wisdom,
Modern achievements and
Future manifestations of utopias
You are an eternal cosmic dancer
Whirling between the dimensions
Leading the circle of awakened souls
You are the bidge between the
Materialistic world and the
Soul-centerd new humankind
The brightest stars of the Orion Belt
Depicted as three moles on your neck
Remind you of your own light and your
Power to be reborn again after defeat
Follow the divine golden thread within
It wlll never lead you astray
Written by Sappho
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Mood Swing #6 : Resonance
"the power of imagination makes us infinite"
John Muir
its gestation was noticed
not necessarily in the very beginning
but as time created movements
a field of enigmatic proportions
entered into this [p]lane of existence
enhancing magnetically charged particles
drawing unto its radius
two distinct realms of experience
perhaps it was an experiment of sorts
a collusion of some faraway gods
conspiring out of amusement
or just sheer wonderment
to poke and prod alchemical essences
of latent human nature
stirring alluring possibilities into
condensed moments of love
seismic sensations manifest
as nocturnal aches in chest cavities
fracturing cores...pouring
a waterfall of sentiments into chasms
allowing one to see emotion in vivid color
hear in between the depth of meanings
feel the conviction of one's choice
its weight bearing upon the sub-conscious
perhaps the vision of Janus can
reconcile such torrents as
they magnify within the parameters of the soul
or maybe that is the wishful thinking
of restless juveniles
as words lean towards the latter
it matters not the spill of consequences
it never did
first contact
was only a staged confirmation
an act of remembrance..
a continuance of a long forgotten dance
between the bold and the beautiful
a confrontation of gambling spirits using
unsuspecting bodies as vessels
placing dares between heavens and hells
rolling cosmic dices within
entwinements of the double helix structure..
fluid in motion..riding the rhythmless vibes of
chance in hopes of giving birth
to a new chain of expressionism as
a single burst of spontaneity
imagine the rising sign of such a force
peeking just beyond the horizon
born never to be cradled
an entity sovereign unto itself
imagine the leisurely
strolls into epiphany's wilderness
marking the endless paths of
holographic footprints into know-where as
realization yields its very first truth:
the journey is the destination
when questing the infinite
Written by Naajir
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Vessels
Parched we approach
the well, enlightened
by its moist contents;
Shedding skins of cloth
exposed bodies, muddy
with ancient memories;
Once we swallowed
too much, depleted salt
from our nutrients;
Drained the resource
unearthed svelte remains
once an ample reservoir;
The innate distance
of taut wire between us
lost its staying power;
Our fingers splayed
with air, arms navigated
toppling balance.
.
There's an ancient art
of accepting and offering
just enough as needed;
Vessels mustn't receive
beyond their means, nor
empty beyond giving.
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Seriously one of the best pieces of poetry I have ever had the good graces to read, I wrote an almost thesis on this years ago and I’m saddened that when I left as todski28 the break down went with it.
