Alignment Poems - Poems about Alignment

Until we meet again Not by chance But by design Not by accident But by choices accepted or declined Not by coincidence But by the alignment of our souls Not by a fluke But by universal sparks that unite our unrelenting goals Not by a stroke of luck But by focus and a guided decision Not by blind impact But by stars on a predetermined collision Until we...

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It is coming of two souls A formation of togetherness Are you overwhelmed? It is amalgamation of two hearts A stipulation of agreements Are you content? A marriage, As the spears form a union And the arrows point in one direction May you be amazed As the culture takes a platform And the goals are modified May you be speechless Incredible...

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The night opens its throat to drink the stars, a single gulp—planets arranged like beads on the wrist of a God who hasn’t touched us yet. Not like this: each orb polished smooth, singing through its orbit like teeth biting into the rind of silence. We say the word alignment, as if it’s simple—this gathering, this choreography of fire and stone. Jupiter swelling, a...

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In the vast world, I am the leaf among winds, the undecided alignment of fate, Astonished by myself in the mirror of the moment, disappointed by the foam of sinuous days. Satisfaction and pain dance in my chest, a waltz of fallen angels. I am the sum of all states, a book with missing pages, and the total...

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In shadows cast on lands afar or near, A dance of spheres in silence, stark and clear. Though veiled from some, the cosmic play proceeds, Unfolding vast, beyond our earthly deeds. To those who stand beneath the darkened sky, A truth revealed to the beholder's eye. A moment brief, yet etched within the soul, A glimpse of cosmos playing out its role. In...

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I am starlight and stardust birthed (My essence is still in alignment) By Michelle Morris 07/01/2024 Even if I wrote not one more word Even if I became quiet and stayed silent Even if I never communicated another way My essence is still in alignment For I am Light and Love Yes, I am blessings in motion For I am energy and frequency...

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Obedience and alignment protects my harvest If it’s not working towards my good Let it go....

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We witness the rise of fears in disguise as thought but if we are wise, we may so apprise the plot of ego’s dark lies promising a prize that’s naught. Currents cold and hot in which we are caught, confine, so let’s be self-taught, doing as we ought, align with God we forgot, recognising not love’s sign. As of Gods design, let love for love pine that eyes His laws which assign joy as our cuisine. Bliss...

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Planets are in motion and matched upon a level plane. Ducks are waddling faster just to fall in line. Pundits, prophets, and drunken poets opine over a mystic wine, others follow the science around in ever increasing circles. Dogs and cats are eloping, bookmakers are hardly coping for all bets are both on and off. Could it be, is it possible? Will the sky skinny-dip in a new...

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When Will is aligned beyond free will Will Humans Be On A One Will Drive That is One perfected ideal condition Not to be confused with bequeathing Will is motivational inherent strength Is told will is a power at the very...

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As a creature of habit we begin each endeavour tapping into our mind, whilst oft neglected is our heart sanguine gently urging us to choose pathways kind free from feral ego’s demonic bind. Ego wishes to seize and heart, connect, Thus head-heart misaligned is soul's defect, an aberration we may soon set right if God's throb of love we choose to elect, ushering deep...

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a planetary alignment parallel worlds ...

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lower and higher minds entwine resonance preference assigns going where bliss hues souls ensconce looking not at love throbs askance vaporised self becomes divine 15-July-2021...

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If to the other side it is still the same for rice aligned thither....

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Circadian Wobble Circadian tripped through a trap door Into amended reality of light and time Where confusion missteps through the waltz of the hours, And intervals of minutes Glare at each other suddenly plucked out of place Leaping into a space reserved for colleagues, Renamed without their permission, Here circadian wobbles in an new identity assumed Where dawn rises in darkness - Dusk becomes twilight...

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