Submissions by MonicaT
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am nothing but the echo of my whispering soul.
eternity
to feel eternity
in a moment’s delight
catching the wing beat
of a bird in flight.
in a moment’s delight
catching the wing beat
of a bird in flight.
#spiritual
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neti, neti
deceived by forms, and skin and bones
on an eternal search for truth
'neti, neti!' not this, not that,
nothing that can be pointed at
for it cannot be seen, and needs remain unsaid.
a truth so well disguised
by the fabric of our mind
and concealing the final wonders
that we are our own designers.
on an eternal search for truth
'neti, neti!' not this, not that,
nothing that can be pointed at
for it cannot be seen, and needs remain unsaid.
a truth so well disguised
by the fabric of our mind
and concealing the final wonders
that we are our own designers.
#spiritual
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ripples
delicate butterfly flutters
enough to set in motion
such ripples of commotion
and cosmic consequence.
enough to set in motion
such ripples of commotion
and cosmic consequence.
#spiritual
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heart
the heart holds secrets
that the mind cannot recognize
and therefore denies.
that the mind cannot recognize
and therefore denies.
#spiritual
#philosophical
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two thousand lives
Two thousand lives I have ignored
The callings of my soul
Its whispers in my dreams
And heralds from beyond,
Enticing me to follow
The pathless path of inner worlds
Wishing to show me
Realms of the beginnings
My birthplace, my original face.
The callings of my soul
Its whispers in my dreams
And heralds from beyond,
Enticing me to follow
The pathless path of inner worlds
Wishing to show me
Realms of the beginnings
My birthplace, my original face.
#spiritual
437 reads
5 Comments
words
my joy takes flight
on lightest wings of butterflies,
words! my flight of fancy-
of fleeting, colored fireflies.
on lightest wings of butterflies,
words! my flight of fancy-
of fleeting, colored fireflies.
#uplifting
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bluest deep
I fell asleep
Into an ocean deep
Of bluest peace
And boundless tranquility
Forgetting my name
And with breath surrendered
All encompassing splendor
Welcomed me
Into my changeless home.
Into an ocean deep
Of bluest peace
And boundless tranquility
Forgetting my name
And with breath surrendered
All encompassing splendor
Welcomed me
Into my changeless home.
#spiritual
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Time
The waves of time are harsh
And ruthlessly erase
All the sand castles of our lives.
And ruthlessly erase
All the sand castles of our lives.
#spiritual
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none
Heavy stones pave my way to hell
Stones of hate, anger and deception
Stones of separation.
Heaven’s ladder I build with deeds of love,
In patience, giving and acceptance
Both I built with my own hands.
Stones of hate, anger and deception
Stones of separation.
Heaven’s ladder I build with deeds of love,
In patience, giving and acceptance
Both I built with my own hands.
#spiritual
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Not this, not that
They never told me
I could not be named
That my true face expressed
Through every form
That my real body spread
In every corner
Of this world and
Beyond.
I had to find this
On my own
Refusing labels
They gave me
Of things that I was not.
I could not be named
That my true face expressed
Through every form
That my real body spread
In every corner
Of this world and
Beyond.
I had to find this
On my own
Refusing labels
They gave me
Of things that I was not.
#spiritual
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Butterflies
My life lays marks for me follow
And has grandiose designs
But I fall behind
Distracted by the butterflies!
And has grandiose designs
But I fall behind
Distracted by the butterflies!
#nature
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limitless
Our true existence is timeless and limitless, present only Now, without past or future, beginning or end.
An enlightened person always lives in that space only, and has no concept of past time.
The human mind has difficulties apprehending such concepts, and creates false borders in which it can operate.
We were not created or destroyed, 'creation' doesn't need a beginning or an end. That is mind concept.
We are That which knows no birth nor death.
An enlightened person always lives in that space only, and has no concept of past time.
The human mind has difficulties apprehending such concepts, and creates false borders in which it can operate.
We were not created or destroyed, 'creation' doesn't need a beginning or an end. That is mind concept.
We are That which knows no birth nor death.
#spiritual
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DU Poetry : Submissions by MonicaT