Bastions Poems - Poems about Bastions

...1 Intent Assigning no meaning to grace imbibed, we watch how we are breath by breath transformed, drenched in bliss mists that cannot be described, trouncing ego, last bastions of mind s......

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...Just as all our limbs are integrated, though each organ has a different role, know everything is interrelated, each one inseparable from the whole, which we too are, as the light we extol. Medit......

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...In God’s heart an intent arose, which we may simply call His will, to manifest the universe, where agape love may overspill. God conjured earth, water and fire which are present in every form......

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...The inner sound current and rapture of bliss, entwine with empowerment of soul’s third eye, with fragrance of sacred ash veiled as God’s kiss and as senses so converge, in joy we sigh. In this wa......

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...The jester and the poet the last bastions to protest oppression neither blind nor deaf the silence tells the story of my disgust you have lost my respect one day, when is your children do......

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...Hark! The clarion call of enlightenment rings, As education's chrysalis unfurls its wings. Long fettered-by archaic pedagogical chains, We now shed the husk of antiquated refrains. In crucibl......

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...We pray for peace upon the place- where deer and bear cub roam. Streams bearing fish-of natural form must plenty weighted nets, and trees that make a song in wind- that some have never heard,......

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...She's freer now she spends her time on the wherewithal Through the bastions of yesterday she prays for brighter days She wrote me a letter questions of sand a matter of the heart reposes a pr......

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... Riding Wild Unto The Sun like a Night Light with the Sword of Swords for the Last Knight, Full Speed Into Valleys of Chivalry Golden Helmet and Shield, here comes the Holy Cavalier Troddin......

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...Although demons of darkness have been slain, since we tread softly with a mindful eye and no longer think about loss or gain, perhaps it’s too late since we will soon die. Is it reg......

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... It was a strange and unexpected experience. Suddenly, I found myself in a place called Happy Valley. A man was on a park bench gazing upon the trees as if listening to a particular bird call. ......

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...Little black books- blooming everywhere. from shining sea islands, to Belair mansions to white house lattice and cathedral bastions Little black books-Bloom-blooming-everywhere. A few pawns ar......

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...They offer no rope nor traction. Following a prolonged icy tongue-blast a slow slide into the greasy crevasse where lie, soul stiffening white jackets. There seems to be infinite oceans of infi......

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...Beneath the blanket of dreams, impenetrable nights, you have reason to cry, Our bastions of hope are now but ruins and deserted streets, The walls of the heart that seemed fortresses stand ready to......

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...On realms hidden within the folds of the celestial map, a murmur of light is woven, And among the sacred, within an inner world, resounds the divine call. Your values, ancient bastions within the w......

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