Ascent Poems - Poems about Ascent

The ribbon winds, a serpent through the green, Zigzagging upward where the cool winds blow, A concrete path where earthly sights convene With skies above, a panoramic show. Each curve conceals what lies just up ahead, A constant shift, a journey unforeseen, Demanding focus, banishing all dread, As through the bends the waiting view is gleaned. Does life itself not mimic this ascent, With...

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- - Pope Francis died, Thus Poorer leaving the earth and humanity in pain, While heaven, Celebrating is, for becoming richer by one saint. - - © Demetrios Trifiatis 23 April 2025 ...

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Life is like a yo-yo held within the hand, A string connecting purpose to the shifting sand. We cast it forth with hopeful youthful might, A downward plunge into the day and night. It spins and whirls, a vibrant fleeting show, Gathering momentum where the breezes blow. Experiences cling like dust upon the wood, Some bright and shining, others misunderstood. There's the swift...

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anointing soul with heart’s intent to enjoy absolute freedom we granted love and light consent to take us straight to God’s kingdom along a vibrational shift we set sail in the vibrant void each emote choosing to uplift mindful that we be not decoyed here now within mind-body urn we became the earth and the sky embracing love’s benign bliss burn flames in which we saw...

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Ascent Love, light, wisdom Known when our thoughts are still Bliss magnetism fills feeble form God’s grace Ascent Ego recedes We then know who we are God’s light in singularity Heaven...

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It’s been a while when I felt frozen on the ground Hotchpotches of skills around, I touched them one by one With overwhelming joy, l took them in one luggage I hauled and under a stagnant lake, my inertia has engaged. When a spark of discernment meddled right on time I focused on one…so light, I float and I climb I...

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On an as is where is basis, we fell— down the elevator shaft of the day, into the buzz of a fluorescent hum, the smell of reheated takeout in cracked Styrofoam trays. The descent began when the train doors jammed, and I was stuck staring at my own reflection— the stale grime of the carriage, the paper ads, my face mirrored against...

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The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life. In the maiming moments of disdained dejection truth tumbles in the debris of disorienting tribulations. In the disorderly squall of divesting disarray the mangled mind is disheveled to dishabille state, tries to snap the chord of captivating desires, the psychic...

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up and down like a jo-jo the mind flits in opposite motions causes doubt and delight hardly ever rests quietly and yet sometimes it reaches moments of clarity no sound disturbs its tranquility visions fall upon an empty canvas all senses merge into one it is not reason nor emotion but a meandering spirit and when ebbs and flows touch each other’s caress the soul divines a powerful...

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“on an as is where is basis we choose descent of consciousness into the gross then we rise again following heart’s muse higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross” When I see others getting much ahead of me, And ascending the ladder of success one by one, I wonder why I am descending lower and lower, Get struck down by the crushing...

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Standing tall, beaming with pride, finally clean from this world’s poison. I reached for the skies with no need to hide, thanking God for the blessed horizon. What bliss when the air was pristine. On cloud nine, there was no smoke in sight. For the first time since I was thirteen, Blue skies mended ashy blight. A storm...

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and in my meditation I am sinking down the descent is gradual for it takes time to acquire this skill of awareness and I am in the realm where I am but a seed within my mother's womb there is nothingness but, I am growing and soon I can move arms and legs slowly a brain is complete, a heart is...

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From time to time I feel low, Low in self-esteem, low-keyed, lowest man on the totem pole, I have acrophobia, I often descent to a lower level… The higher I aspire The lower I fall. Life mostly lowball me as such, my spirit keeps a low morale. Maybe I come across as a low bred and...

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Line of inquiry: “on an as is where is basis we choose descent of consciousness into the gross then we rise again following heart’s muse higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross”- unseeking seeker Few have been my conscious acts of very high or low. More have been the trials that have disrupted my joy’s flow. Some tribulations sent me reeling, feeling like I was...

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“on an as is where is basis we choose descent of consciousness into the gross then we rise again following heart’s muse higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross” Unseeking Seeker I am a silent cypress, facing the silver of serpentine stars, strewn in parallel lines across the cynical sky. For I’ve tasted dewdrops from the darkest dusk, and I’ve felt the...

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