Best Life Spiritual Poems
Be still..
There is only now..
Be still..
In this precise moment ..
Tis in the moment..
Your magnificence is born..
Every single breath you take..
Sustains life now..
Be still..
Is to know thyself..
As the light inside you illuminates..
Your senses ignited..
Gracefully lifted..
To truly feel whole..
Live in the now..
Be in the now..
For only the present exists..
I savor my precious, quantum bliss;
the vibration of the strings, echo Heaven’s kiss.
In parallel worlds, are parallel lives;
With them, I can identify.
I’ve passed through, many walls of stone;
through countless lives, I have roamed.
I’ve tasted every experience,
I found, that some, I still lament.
A molecular epiphany, I have received.
My life’s frustration, is appeased.
Pure energy, is what we are
and we can visit, every star.
Quantum souls are limitless;
join me and pursue your bliss.
To live forever like the phoenix;
To re-taste the process of birth;
From the cleansing flames, to rise
Knowing death is no end;
An eternal soul
On a journey
May just find
Supreme
Bliss.
For the nonce, living soul,
you will breathe in new lessons through our tender tethering
as your seeking thirst is slaked through your skin;
for life's osmosis seeps mortal knowledge not implanted at conception.
Susan Ashley
September 16, 2019
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
*An excerpt from: Odyssey Of A Soul; written June 8, 2018*
"Haiku of enlightenment"
all explanations
a perceptive, world of green
mocking the land
summoned bird calls
tantra and morality
zestful garden----------------- in waiting
by;pd
"Embracing the teachings of God and Tao "
Quote by _Constance
Earth
I am a fragment on this sphere of Earth,
Not even a dust speck on the terrain;
My quest long to spiritual rebirth,
The way both beautiful and full of pain.
Oh, my heart and soul are scarred with death's stain,
But, I have arrived to the here and now;
I am a part of this earthly domain,
embracing the teachings of God and Tao !
Life
The path in life was been a twisted road,
All those ups and downs are now my essence;
The why- words and poems have overflowed,
My life one of stillness and quiescence.
And life is full of perfect quintessence,
Faith and meditation each day I vow;
Thus rewarded with glowing candescence,
embracing the teachings of God and Tao !
Purpose
I often struggle with my earthly way,
it is about creating in the end;
oh sure there are some days I go astray,
above life's hardships I wish to transcend.
And in a bouquet I gather each friend,
to the Lord with sweet devotion I bow;
and have been blessed with the skill of words penned,
embracing the teachings of God and Tao !
In my deep consciousness the pain I mend,
in mindfulness I find the way and how;
and to the sky like birds words I send
embracing the teachings of God and Tao !
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January 20, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/My Earthly Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1423-077-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Earth Life Purpose
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 01/21/2022
Sixth Place
Poem of the Day January 22, 2022
Lament not, oh worthy lama
This life is but a dream
Live in joy, free from fear stigma
Things are not what they seem
Childlike, given to play
To rhythm divine sway
Keeping ego at bay
Be self-taught
Lament not
13-December-2021
Quietus
God gave a promise to us,
that our children would be more than the stars in the sky
He would give us life abundantly;
multiplying and expanding without end,
vast and innumerable will God's family be
Children of eternity
Be we have not all been faithful
to believe this holy vow of promise
Selfish desires possesses the wayward souls,
careless pleasures are all some seek ...
bodies addicted to sexual stimulations
Unwanted seeds conceived in beds of lust
are taken to the high priestess Noitroba,
and placed on the sterile altar in her temple of death
Drink the chemical poison,
wither the life within
Twice dead ...
make the dying womb barren again
Life was given unto them,
but they, selfishly, refuse to give life to someone else
Pleasure seekers, sex slaves
Chained to carnal desires
They love to indulge in acts of procreation,
but they hate to taste of the fruit it produce
They spit out the seeds
Where are their children,
where are their children's children?
They possess no Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
a dry tree is their DNA spiritual makeup
So many empty vessels containing no seeds of life
The children of eternity will still sprout into existence,
though some have tried to turn God's fertile truth into a barren lie
God gave a promise to us,
that our children will outnumber all of the stars in the sky
There is something about matter
that keeps me spellbound,
enamored to its most exquisite blooms,
oceans, forests and mountain streams.
It holds who I am, gives me shape
and form, a home, a place in which
this awareness within me
can live out a life and from which
I have grown.
I am in awe of its compositions,
in love with its colors, perfumes
and sounds, the touch of warm skin
and the sweet taste of freshly
harvested fruit. All is matter.
It is a source of pleasure and joy
and yet inflicts equal measure
of suffering through loss and pain.
But what is matter
when scaled down
to its essence….mere particles
that can be smashed apart
to decay into ghostly spirals.
Is this all I am, a quantum
equation at my core. Or is it
a Creator's gift, the stuff
born out of the act
of a conscious mind, eternal
in some mysterious way.
And so it is with me,
beside the beloved river taking in
the last light of the day.
Full of hope and doubt
I see this lovely world slowly
slipping away and wonder
whether if this is all there is
and nothing more
or will I awake from this dream
as I may have done so many
lifetimes before.
Cat and mouse
Within a garden somewhere out there,
butterflies were dancing free from care.
Thousands of flowers loving the dance,
love the lovers and loving romance.
A lot of butterflies full of lust,
drinking and dancing in love they trust.
Daffodil pitchers filled with the wine,
drinking that wine was wholly, divine.
Roses and jasmines fully bloomed,
enchanted aromas sweetly perfumed.
From its hiding a devious mouse,
saw the butterflies right from his house.
He ran to the garden, chased the fly,
grabbed him tightly, bit him to die.
Ate him like candy tenderly sweet,
the smell of jasmines made it complete.
Loving his food and loving its taste,
the mouse was happy nothing got waste.
Until he saw a ghostly shape,
scary giant, he couldn’t escape.
There was a cat with a smiley face,
growled and meowed and started the chase.
Running like wind, he didn’t gave in,
hunting for food is never a sin.
He grabbed the mouse in a playful way,
ate him so fast then rested all day.
The mouse tasted like jasmine and rose,
the flavor of butterfly joined with those.
The cat was happy and licked his paws,
adored his power sharpened his claws.
Until the next day there was a dog,
with big shaggy tail, fat like a hog.
Ugly and old he ran after cat,
hunted the cat and ate him like rat.
The dog was old and his fate foretold,
he died in winter when air was cold.
He died and buried and turned to dust
nothing can escape from time and rust.
The months have passed and years gone by,
what else can we do except comply?
Living and dying is a part of life.
Life and death are in constant strife.
The flesh of the dog made the jasmines grew,
butterflies came with their lives renew.
Roses and lilies grew one more time,
butterflies dancing, dancing in rhyme.
Another mouse and another cat,
the playful cat, that ate up the rat.
Another dog and another feast,
after a while the death chose the beast.
Life is a circle, circle like a chain.
Everything goes and comes back again.
There will be death for me and you,
like roses and jasmines lives renew.
3/12/16 Haloo
WALKING NEAR THE WATERS
Under the warm golden hug of sunrise’s bliss
shielded by rugged ridges and flagging trees
emerged a peaceful scene.
Through the clear, somber, sleeping, water
sunlight revealed shadows spelling odes beneath;
odes unfolded by rising ripples in cerulean gleam,
touched by nothing but the gliding breeze which
seizes silt and shingles causing baby currents lift.
Sparkling like priced pearls in the still noon,
their waves, a calm heart’s pulse, speak.
I linger, tranquil, afloat in the ageless ocean’s
lea, sitting on a dry old rock-sheltered bank,
drinking the healing power from the scene.
Time is suspend; I see the lake like a child,
the ridges and trees, His grand legions line.
The shadows stretch, His noble progress to a life
unfurled during years of swarming battles.
But, He has a wealth of hope and stood amidst
the sudden ripples; unmoved by fear, for He
can hold the shifts. He who’s polished tough
and wise has championed in a sunken time.
He matured. He populated good influence
calling others to imitate his stance. He promised
life without fear cherished with gratitude, and
his shared touch was not dulled by passing years.
His memory endured, so many remember Him.
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~Inspired by the painting: Lake by Georgia Engelhard ~
***For the painting, Debbi Guzzi's Ten Paintings, Ten Poems, Not for a Contest, thanks for the wonderful experience.
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
9:17am, January 14, 2015
satan
vicious, ruthless
plotting, scheming, destroying
enemy, sin, son, shepherd
sacrificing, atoning, purifying
righteous, holy
Christ
Written on 3/26/2015
My Shadow….
Lost in the path of this dreadful life,
thinking of years that I spent in strife;
walking and thinking, what is ahead?
Living with pain or dying instead.
Watching my shadow crawling below;
scared and dazed, with nothing to show.
My shadow was darkened by the gloomy night;
Walking behind me, frightened by light.
He didn't know his nature was light;
he taught that he was planted by night.
Awaiting until dawn with the breeze
to make the shadow taller than trees.
Little by little, the light of time
made it so shadow reaching his prime.
The shadow started to sing and dance
in the garden of the life romance.
He was the young one, handsome and bold.
Never thought there would be days of old.
Dancing with the drum of joy and youth,
only the time will teach us the truth.
The morning turned into the mid-day sun,
I was standing, but the shadow in run.
He was running, and I was the chase;
I couldn't keep up, and he lost the race.
He was blaming me, I got too old,
So much as my life, losing its gold.
The sun was setting; the shadow got dim.
Little by little got, pale and slim.
His height and his youth vanished so soon.
The sun left him and kept the moon.
What will happen if the shadow is gone?
Should I ever wish to see the dawn?
6/23/2016 Haloo
When I begin to look at life
As nothing but an endless strife
When the power of faith and hope
Fail to help me strive and cope
When I lay down my dreams to rest
And so give up their mighty quest
When love's warm embers cease to burn
And make my heart an icy urn
When from the grace of God I flee...
Then life has had enough of me.
September 9, 2014
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 225
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/18/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: 10 or Less Lines
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 10/14/2015
When When Then Yoga
When
Your downward dog is barking and
Your cat pose is meowing and
Your tree pose is swaying and
Your cow pose is mooing and
Your cobra pose is striking and
Your sphinx pose is speaking and
When
Your child pose gets naughty and
Your warrior one gets shot and
Your warrior two goes down and
Your corpse pose stiffens.
Then
Your yoga journey ends.
NoelsArt
Comments: This poem is dedicated to me, the world’s stiffest yoga dude. Namaste. FEEDBACK WELCOME