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Northern_Soul said:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/413149-we-build-our-temples-here/
Hope this is what you’re looking for, but was inspired by the quote none the less. I turned the phrase into past tense to fit the poem.
Perfect exactly what I wanted to see
Very compelling and visual piece
Strength coupled with a calm acceptance of your walk through life makes this writing lovely and unique
Thank you
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/413149-we-build-our-temples-here/
Hope this is what you’re looking for, but was inspired by the quote none the less. I turned the phrase into past tense to fit the poem.
Perfect exactly what I wanted to see
Very compelling and visual piece
Strength coupled with a calm acceptance of your walk through life makes this writing lovely and unique
Thank you
As Architect Equals Space Time
( As Sacred Code Is My Mode )
I See Situation Via Contemplation
And Am Content No Lament Intent
Unbent Power Pent Awaiting Assent
To Represent And Augment Advice
And Consent , In Context , Never To
Disorient , Yet To Reinvent , Via Sanity
Lent , With No Repent , My Choosing ,
Never Losing My Foundation Or Station
As My Mentation And Words Reflect ,
To Build My World As Architect...
( As Sacred Code Is My Mode )
I See Situation Via Contemplation
And Am Content No Lament Intent
Unbent Power Pent Awaiting Assent
To Represent And Augment Advice
And Consent , In Context , Never To
Disorient , Yet To Reinvent , Via Sanity
Lent , With No Repent , My Choosing ,
Never Losing My Foundation Or Station
As My Mentation And Words Reflect ,
To Build My World As Architect...
Blackwolf said:As Architect Equals Space Time
( As Sacred Code Is My Mode )
I See Situation Via Contemplation
And Am Content No Lament Intent
Unbent Power Pent Awaiting Assent
To Represent And Augment Advice
And Consent , In Context , Never To
Disorient , Yet To Reinvent , Via Sanity
Lent , With No Repent , My Choosing ,
Never Losing My Foundation Or Station
As My Mentation And Words Reflect ,
To Build My World As Architect...
Outstanding !! BW
Thank you
( As Sacred Code Is My Mode )
I See Situation Via Contemplation
And Am Content No Lament Intent
Unbent Power Pent Awaiting Assent
To Represent And Augment Advice
And Consent , In Context , Never To
Disorient , Yet To Reinvent , Via Sanity
Lent , With No Repent , My Choosing ,
Never Losing My Foundation Or Station
As My Mentation And Words Reflect ,
To Build My World As Architect...
Outstanding !! BW
Thank you
Crossed legs atop woven tapestry pillows rich, greens and browns intricate gold, laced between crosshatch threads
Patchouli and redwood, touch
all your senses
placid is each breath,
full exhale
replacing all darkness with light
Contemplate your tomorrows
accept every yesterday, move
with confidence into now
You are the architect
of your life
build the foundation
with care
Peace✌🏼
Patchouli and redwood, touch
all your senses
placid is each breath,
full exhale
replacing all darkness with light
Contemplate your tomorrows
accept every yesterday, move
with confidence into now
You are the architect
of your life
build the foundation
with care
Peace✌🏼
... it's about choices, strength and how to make really good coffee
with like souls and laughter
reading of all
and most things
insatiable, those words
instant glow in mornings
coffee, brewed perfect
(a life winning skill)
while the plume
of purple to burnt orange and pink
wash over
days of thoughtful conversations,
love of exotic
and submissive erotic
poetry that ebbs and flows
in a mind that allows
it's contemplating life with best friends
a dog's head in your lap
or fresh baked homemade bread
a smell that permeates
in all that is right and just
puzzles that are solved
loves of lifetimes gained
and lost
sometimes gained again
this is me
the what, who and how I live
all that I have crafted
that I purposeful designed
I am my own life's architect
building a foundation
choosing it's contents
intentional and honest
becoming steady and honed
and finally
forming formidable roots to grow...
with like souls and laughter
reading of all
and most things
insatiable, those words
instant glow in mornings
coffee, brewed perfect
(a life winning skill)
while the plume
of purple to burnt orange and pink
wash over
days of thoughtful conversations,
love of exotic
and submissive erotic
poetry that ebbs and flows
in a mind that allows
it's contemplating life with best friends
a dog's head in your lap
or fresh baked homemade bread
a smell that permeates
in all that is right and just
puzzles that are solved
loves of lifetimes gained
and lost
sometimes gained again
this is me
the what, who and how I live
all that I have crafted
that I purposeful designed
I am my own life's architect
building a foundation
choosing it's contents
intentional and honest
becoming steady and honed
and finally
forming formidable roots to grow...
Bluevelvete said:... it's about choices, strength and how to make really good coffee
with like souls and laughter
reading of all
and most things
insatiable, those words
instant glow in mornings
coffee, brewed perfect
(a life winning skill)
while the plume
of purple to burnt orange and pink
wash over
days of thoughtful conversations,
love of exotic
and submissive erotic
poetry that ebbs and flows
in a mind that allows
it's contemplating life with best friends
a dog's head in your lap
or fresh baked homemade bread
a smell that permeates
in all that is right and just
puzzles that are solved
loves of lifetimes gained
and lost
sometimes gained again
this is me
the what, who and how I live
all that I have crafted
that I purposeful designed
I am my own life's architect
building a foundation
choosing it's contents
intentional and honest
becoming steady and honed
and finally
forming formidable roots to grow...
Thank you Blue for this astounding piece
with like souls and laughter
reading of all
and most things
insatiable, those words
instant glow in mornings
coffee, brewed perfect
(a life winning skill)
while the plume
of purple to burnt orange and pink
wash over
days of thoughtful conversations,
love of exotic
and submissive erotic
poetry that ebbs and flows
in a mind that allows
it's contemplating life with best friends
a dog's head in your lap
or fresh baked homemade bread
a smell that permeates
in all that is right and just
puzzles that are solved
loves of lifetimes gained
and lost
sometimes gained again
this is me
the what, who and how I live
all that I have crafted
that I purposeful designed
I am my own life's architect
building a foundation
choosing it's contents
intentional and honest
becoming steady and honed
and finally
forming formidable roots to grow...
Thank you Blue for this astounding piece
Val, this poem is by Tiem Ranapiri, and was translated from the original Maori language in New Zealand. The moment I read your prompt, it reminded me of this poem, and encapsulates the essence perfectly. I have had this poem with me for almost two decades, and I read it often; it's always a stark reminder that the buck always stops with us, no one else.
My Law
The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run.
And when into chaos the system is hurled
again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal:
Move on – for your orbit is fixed to your soul .
And though it may lead into darkness of night
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.
You were. You will be! Know this while you are:
Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns
The Spark which was lighted eternally burns.
It slept in a jewel. It slept in a wave.
It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years
and now in the soul of yourself it appears.
From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
and the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought .
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great,
Or evil or noble, they fashion your Fate.
Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now.
My law is unerring, no blood can atone
The structure you build you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace
And all that you ask for, and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.
Once list’ to that Voice and all tumult is done
Your life is the Life of the Infinite One.
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause
With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause.
You are your own Devil, you are your own God
You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod.
And no one can save you from Error or Sin
Until you have hark’d to the Spirit within.
~
My Law
The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run.
And when into chaos the system is hurled
again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal:
Move on – for your orbit is fixed to your soul .
And though it may lead into darkness of night
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.
You were. You will be! Know this while you are:
Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns
The Spark which was lighted eternally burns.
It slept in a jewel. It slept in a wave.
It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years
and now in the soul of yourself it appears.
From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
and the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought .
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great,
Or evil or noble, they fashion your Fate.
Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now.
My law is unerring, no blood can atone
The structure you build you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace
And all that you ask for, and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.
Once list’ to that Voice and all tumult is done
Your life is the Life of the Infinite One.
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause
With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause.
You are your own Devil, you are your own God
You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod.
And no one can save you from Error or Sin
Until you have hark’d to the Spirit within.
~
Ahavati said:Val, this poem is by Tiem Ranapiri, and was translated from the original Maori language in New Zealand. The moment I read your prompt, it reminded me of this poem, and encapsulates the essence perfectly. I have had this poem with me for almost two decades, and I read it often; it's always a stark reminder that the buck always stops with us, no one else.
My Law
The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run.
And when into chaos the system is hurled
again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal:
Move on – for your orbit is fixed to your soul .
And though it may lead into darkness of night
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.
You were. You will be! Know this while you are:
Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns
The Spark which was lighted eternally burns.
It slept in a jewel. It slept in a wave.
It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years
and now in the soul of yourself it appears.
From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
and the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought .
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great,
Or evil or noble, they fashion your Fate.
Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now.
My law is unerring, no blood can atone
The structure you build you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace
And all that you ask for, and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.
Once list’ to that Voice and all tumult is done
Your life is the Life of the Infinite One.
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause
With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause.
You are your own Devil, you are your own God
You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod.
And no one can save you from Error or Sin
Until you have hark’d to the Spirit within.
~
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful piece of art
My Law
The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run.
And when into chaos the system is hurled
again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal:
Move on – for your orbit is fixed to your soul .
And though it may lead into darkness of night
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.
You were. You will be! Know this while you are:
Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns
The Spark which was lighted eternally burns.
It slept in a jewel. It slept in a wave.
It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years
and now in the soul of yourself it appears.
From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
and the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought .
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great,
Or evil or noble, they fashion your Fate.
Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now.
My law is unerring, no blood can atone
The structure you build you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace
And all that you ask for, and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.
Once list’ to that Voice and all tumult is done
Your life is the Life of the Infinite One.
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause
With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause.
You are your own Devil, you are your own God
You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod.
And no one can save you from Error or Sin
Until you have hark’d to the Spirit within.
~
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful piece of art
Blueprint
I am the architect of my life
I build the foundation
and choose its contents
Etched into the blueprint
of our birth is knowhow;
routes to overcome experiences
we set forth to conquer
By our own design
our fate was fashioned—
by sheer determination
it will be mastered
if not during this life
then the next—
by our own choice
until we choose rest
~
I build the foundation
and choose its contents
Etched into the blueprint
of our birth is knowhow;
routes to overcome experiences
we set forth to conquer
By our own design
our fate was fashioned—
by sheer determination
it will be mastered
if not during this life
then the next—
by our own choice
until we choose rest
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Blueprint
I am the architect of my life
I build the foundation
and choose its contents
Etched into the blueprint
of our birth is knowhow;
routes to overcome experiences
we set forth to conquer
By our own design
our fate was fashioned—
by sheer determination
it will be mastered
if not during this life
then the next—
by our own choice
until we choose rest
~
I build the foundation
and choose its contents
Etched into the blueprint
of our birth is knowhow;
routes to overcome experiences
we set forth to conquer
By our own design
our fate was fashioned—
by sheer determination
it will be mastered
if not during this life
then the next—
by our own choice
until we choose rest
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
Go To Page
The ability to forge ahead despite obstacles in your way begins with a clear mind
The confidence in knowing you will succeed begins with clear thoughts
Today I set my mind above
to reach higher
to be exactly
who I am meant to be
write a poem
on a decision made or that will
be made, that will raise your spirit away from all that will distract or hinder your goal
Be Positive
Be Love
dreamt, in blue.
Never
was a worthiness
instilled or nurtured,
is how I thought you lived—
assumed a universal sameness
to be colored in grey
a sort of anguishing
so alone
in all hushed tones
was usual of mind
figuring out life
my potential
with perfect errors
trial and mistrial
and contacts made
connections of soul deep
allowing for that
learned growth
where then,
(sometimes are) tedious long
processes
forever in making
me, me
times spent in decades
and seeming eons
to mould, shape
even to resect
piece by damaged piece
struggle born
against heated grain
all inescapable misfortune
and pillars pulled, so very wrought
to finally set my mind above
reaching higher
to be exactly
who I was meant to be
was the hardest
of such moments
born of distinct
crystallized pressure
how uniquely known?
to be self loved
to be so very cherished
in worth, deeds
and a soulful
accepted knowledge
as love becomes
a proven beautifying force
... and
You—
become your own love of a lifetime.
Written by Bluevelvete
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dreamt, in blue.
Never
was a worthiness
instilled or nurtured,
is how I thought you lived—
assumed a universal sameness
to be colored in grey
a sort of anguishing
so alone
in all hushed tones
was usual of mind
figuring out life
my potential
with perfect errors
trial and mistrial
and contacts made
connections of soul deep
allowing for that
learned growth
where then,
(sometimes are) tedious long
processes
forever in making
me, me
times spent in decades
and seeming eons
to mould, shape
even to resect
piece by damaged piece
struggle born
against heated grain
all inescapable misfortune
and pillars pulled, so very wrought
to finally set my mind above
reaching higher
to be exactly
who I was meant to be
was the hardest
of such moments
born of distinct
crystallized pressure
how uniquely known?
to be self loved
to be so very cherished
in worth, deeds
and a soulful
accepted knowledge
as love becomes
a proven beautifying force
... and
You—
become your own love of a lifetime.
Written by Bluevelvete
Go To Page
Bluevelvete said:
Blue, Blue this is so so good
Just perfect for the prompt
Gave me goosebumps
Thank you very much
Val
Blue, Blue this is so so good
Just perfect for the prompt
Gave me goosebumps
Thank you very much
Val
