Say it like it is
Dead of the night, when we should be asleep,
we feel soma nectar drip through our throat
and as refrain of bliss plays on our lips
feeling God in each electron of space,
as thought forms stall, we see our false self fall,
being of course, benediction of grace,
the breath of God that enlivens our form,
reconnects our core essence with the source
and as we are swept away in this storm,
God speaks to us and childlike heart listens.
Lines taken from the following sonnets ~
In the dead of night
Joy ride
So spake Simple Simon
Absolute freedom
A leaf falls
God is a sphere
Shaping destiny
Show me God
Benign bliss burn
Anointed with bliss
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
