Best Transmutation Poems

"we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love...

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“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love...

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Once I had harbored complexes many.
I thought I wasn’t beautiful or wise.
With my spluttering tone and broken speech,
I feared, my words fell flat,
Never leaving an...

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As the peacock-sage 
waves of whimsical peace
faded in silence's 
pale watercolors, 
I masked my 
eerie eyelashes, 
with drifting 
angel-mist smog. 
For, I sensed the 
wistful...

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Years have come and gone, with softly dancing lights,
Gesturing with wonders, bravely swirling flames,
Changing doubt to faith, remembering Christ’s claims.
Reflecting hope, yearning to still the...

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we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn

nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love...

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Written: December 02, 2023

Quote "Without birth and death, and without the perpetual transmutation of all the forms of life, the world would be static, rhythm-less,...

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What if with no ego I awoke?
Would it be a dream? I’d have to poke
or pinch myself to know if it were true.
I guess that...

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In human form I was born. In human frame I will stay,
but for some other species, life doesn't transpire that way.
A wiggly caterpillar transmutes into...

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we woke up early one morn, ego shorn

it felt as though we were in form reborn

nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred

our head and heart, with love...

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On a fine April day, set out in the great cruise ship, Titanic,
Into the pelagic waters of Atlantic, with the weather alluringly sweet.
Plush it was...

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“Frequency” 

we are separated 
from the others
by a thin membrane

electromagnetic

we are receptors
unignited ununited
only tuned into our own

frequency

existing to be lit
the fuses touching
reaching delicately 

that which...

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Luna …

peeked over
the reach ... rouge-red but
shedding blush the
higher she crept up the starry vault ...
I mused at the irony -
blood leaving her ancient cheeks,
dripping...

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magic of life
renewal continual
which no life form resists
except man trapped in mind
dwelling in delusions of grandeur 
acknowledging not underlying reality 
of God’s life force that...

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We become empty and void like vast space,
aided by bliss mists that suffuse our form
and there remain no tests, we need to ace,
as we’re cradled...

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