Spiritual Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry which debates religion, atheism and New Age spirituality
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A Perfect Lore
Look into the quiet place
and ask it what you are.
I am of course an atheist.
When I look at creation I see
the great and ready-made chaos,
proliferating always like
the strain of some disease.
I cannot see in anything
the hand of some kind scientist,
observing us as Harlow did
his lovelorn simians.
But in this chaos there’s
a fire clean and pure,
a reason still to learn what’s here
and make at last a perfect lore.
and ask it what you are.
I am of course an atheist.
When I look at creation I see
the great and ready-made chaos,
proliferating always like
the strain of some disease.
I cannot see in anything
the hand of some kind scientist,
observing us as Harlow did
his lovelorn simians.
But in this chaos there’s
a fire clean and pure,
a reason still to learn what’s here
and make at last a perfect lore.
#love
#atheism
#spiritual #LifeCycle
#spiritual #LifeCycle
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War Of Faith
Cynical war of faith
Asking for help and hold my breath and wait
exhale deep and sigh within
Groaning in terror I don't have a pattern to follow
for one like me
the texts of human thinking
fail to alter
I seek audience with himself
Audacious pain speaks loudest and grieve
is it your will I faulter and fall?
My mind a stranger to me
I'm having flashbacks
all the years I've forgotten
or neglected inside me
Afraid of the feelings
my psyche crumbles under the weight
Lucifer laughs
I can...
Asking for help and hold my breath and wait
exhale deep and sigh within
Groaning in terror I don't have a pattern to follow
for one like me
the texts of human thinking
fail to alter
I seek audience with himself
Audacious pain speaks loudest and grieve
is it your will I faulter and fall?
My mind a stranger to me
I'm having flashbacks
all the years I've forgotten
or neglected inside me
Afraid of the feelings
my psyche crumbles under the weight
Lucifer laughs
I can...
#God
#spiritual
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The Joy of Knowing
The Joy of Knowing. . .
that in Spirituality
there is room for everyone,
no matter the god they serve,
nor how old or young.
Because we are all Spiritual
beings at the core
of this human cocoon
just waiting to emerge.
that in Spirituality
there is room for everyone,
no matter the god they serve,
nor how old or young.
Because we are all Spiritual
beings at the core
of this human cocoon
just waiting to emerge.
#spiritual
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in the dead of night
a sonnet
“I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death,
that has no limits.”—Gabriel García Márquez
the stench of death compasses me about,
his cloak of darkness robbing fast my light;
he chokes his victims in the dead of night,
leaving the whole world withering in doubt.
his belch stank in my face this very day,
ere i could camouflage my kith and kin;
how helplessly i watched him make his win,
snatching my centenarian friend away.
how sullen, now, the faces of my pride,
swollen by emptiness, silent as...
“I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death,
that has no limits.”—Gabriel García Márquez
the stench of death compasses me about,
his cloak of darkness robbing fast my light;
he chokes his victims in the dead of night,
leaving the whole world withering in doubt.
his belch stank in my face this very day,
ere i could camouflage my kith and kin;
how helplessly i watched him make his win,
snatching my centenarian friend away.
how sullen, now, the faces of my pride,
swollen by emptiness, silent as...
#grief
#dark
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
#separation
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Ism
Dizzing is the way
seeking forever
my secrets scribed inside me
Little faith evolving from doubt
with a neediness of nature
to obscure the revelations being made
Witnesses beauty
beholding the day
within the sacred chambers praying
for a miracle or two
Aware of his presence
I awknowledge his truth
My honesties pale
I am nothing but a misfit child of scorn
winding her way down from a cloud
Lingering too long in Nod
my Father with a puff of wind
blows me homeward
seeking forever
my secrets scribed inside me
Little faith evolving from doubt
with a neediness of nature
to obscure the revelations being made
Witnesses beauty
beholding the day
within the sacred chambers praying
for a miracle or two
Aware of his presence
I awknowledge his truth
My honesties pale
I am nothing but a misfit child of scorn
winding her way down from a cloud
Lingering too long in Nod
my Father with a puff of wind
blows me homeward
#spiritual
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Realization
In the weeping time be grateful
for pain infused with the waking soul
to bring to life
one in slumber
learning humility and how to receive
the seeking soul learns to believe
something greater than itself
A fire lit under the pupil to lift up
not to condemn but to teach
Sorrow a beautiful epiphany
bringing to fruition
Wisdom's vision for the student
under direction
Rebellious ways cause to falter
struggling with the yoke to alter
to walk to the beat of a different drummer
Taking time to...
for pain infused with the waking soul
to bring to life
one in slumber
learning humility and how to receive
the seeking soul learns to believe
something greater than itself
A fire lit under the pupil to lift up
not to condemn but to teach
Sorrow a beautiful epiphany
bringing to fruition
Wisdom's vision for the student
under direction
Rebellious ways cause to falter
struggling with the yoke to alter
to walk to the beat of a different drummer
Taking time to...
#spiritual
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Poetic Rebirth
i love the fields that stretch to where the eye fades
and the thick remote forest that gives emerald shades
with oaken branches, and wild hard fruit, heavily laden
where the wolf hides, and shepherds watch over the herds
i am at home,when i roam the flat green wheat fields
sizzling locusts make them ripe, while the sun gilds
and they stretch to horizon line, like a green carpet
that sways to every winds breathing, smooth like velvet
fair and meek is the wind of the hilly rocky mountains
where i haunt the place, homely...
and the thick remote forest that gives emerald shades
with oaken branches, and wild hard fruit, heavily laden
where the wolf hides, and shepherds watch over the herds
i am at home,when i roam the flat green wheat fields
sizzling locusts make them ripe, while the sun gilds
and they stretch to horizon line, like a green carpet
that sways to every winds breathing, smooth like velvet
fair and meek is the wind of the hilly rocky mountains
where i haunt the place, homely...
#religion
#spiritual
#philosophical
#morality
#sacrifice
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Multiverse
I've searched around
the town
of mental space
expressions unfound
astound
a featureless face
alive
unphased
a contrived
non
human race
the quantum
connects no haste.
If things are seen
they behave differently
if there's no witness
the world is limitless
I see the dead
I hear their speechlessness
some dreams
are dreamt
some are real
in the multiverse.
the town
of mental space
expressions unfound
astound
a featureless face
alive
unphased
a contrived
non
human race
the quantum
connects no haste.
If things are seen
they behave differently
if there's no witness
the world is limitless
I see the dead
I hear their speechlessness
some dreams
are dreamt
some are real
in the multiverse.
#dreams
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Oh Sunny Day
Oh sunny day sweep me away on the winds
I'm happy today...
Floating on the breeze I sigh
whispers reach God's ears
rising like incense
Entering the golden kingdom
and the holiest of holies
with a petition for the Man Himself
In a language hidden from my waking mind
the little dreamer with thoughts of home
stirs the visions
While guardians of the way speak quietly
just out of earshot
Knowledge keeps His secrets
Ascending and descending from the sky
angels guard the throne and earth ...
I'm happy today...
Floating on the breeze I sigh
whispers reach God's ears
rising like incense
Entering the golden kingdom
and the holiest of holies
with a petition for the Man Himself
In a language hidden from my waking mind
the little dreamer with thoughts of home
stirs the visions
While guardians of the way speak quietly
just out of earshot
Knowledge keeps His secrets
Ascending and descending from the sky
angels guard the throne and earth ...
#love
#God
#angels
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Axis of Offering
As the Sun rises in the East
so too does gratitude:
"Here I am, behold me,
I am the sun.
I am you."
We are all cousins,
brothers and sisters
to everything in existence:
Sister Hawk, Brother Mountain
Sister Bear, Brother Cloud.
Spiritual dust rolls on
through our blood
no matter the name: God
Great Spirit, Allah, Jehovah—
what partially drifts through us
exists wholly as Itself.
As above, so below;
as within, so without.
There is no separation ...
so too does gratitude:
"Here I am, behold me,
I am the sun.
I am you."
We are all cousins,
brothers and sisters
to everything in existence:
Sister Hawk, Brother Mountain
Sister Bear, Brother Cloud.
Spiritual dust rolls on
through our blood
no matter the name: God
Great Spirit, Allah, Jehovah—
what partially drifts through us
exists wholly as Itself.
As above, so below;
as within, so without.
There is no separation ...
#historical
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The Heavenly Choir
Drowning out the noise
stellar symphonics vibrate
reverberating the sadness
Sleep little sensitivity
insecure cycles revolve around stress
and anxious rebellion stirs the toxic thoughts
Installations of reflex mutate
while the radio plays
The Earthly tune changes
emitting distress
the congregation gathers
The wolves wag their tongues
seeking to consume on the ether
So tiny hope flags down an angel flying solo
mischief nods and resumes her song
sounding bitterly off key
To everyone but her...
stellar symphonics vibrate
reverberating the sadness
Sleep little sensitivity
insecure cycles revolve around stress
and anxious rebellion stirs the toxic thoughts
Installations of reflex mutate
while the radio plays
The Earthly tune changes
emitting distress
the congregation gathers
The wolves wag their tongues
seeking to consume on the ether
So tiny hope flags down an angel flying solo
mischief nods and resumes her song
sounding bitterly off key
To everyone but her...
#angels
#spiritual
#metaphor
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ARE PEOPLE EQUAL?
ARE PEOPLE EQUAL?
Where are the people who see life
is full of charm that's crime to waste?
There is something hidden somewhere
that makes a person satisfied.
But where is that most obscure gem
and how can we advance to it?
So few can know. It's well concealed,
but it will cheer who finds that wealth..
The jewel's your effect on men,
and making them so pleased with selves.
Look for this target that quite few
can find and practise on mankind.
A lot of people are...
Where are the people who see life
is full of charm that's crime to waste?
There is something hidden somewhere
that makes a person satisfied.
But where is that most obscure gem
and how can we advance to it?
So few can know. It's well concealed,
but it will cheer who finds that wealth..
The jewel's your effect on men,
and making them so pleased with selves.
Look for this target that quite few
can find and practise on mankind.
A lot of people are...
#responsibility
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