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 concurred" 

When heavy clouds shroud the moon with lotus lies, 
we walk through fiery flashes of illusion, 
seeking blurred validation...

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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 impact or impression

Now when I have learnt to accept myself as I am,
I find, there is more strength in me...

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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 concurred”
(line of inquiry)

Tears fell upon a senseless blank page,
as self-pride suppressed dark vents of rage.
We become silent when words don't engage,
until...

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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 wailings of 
ambrosial lilies, 
encased in my 
heart's crystal casket, 
as wistful wildfire of 
hatred incinerated my 
wildflower-wonderings 
and life's...

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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 dark nights.
Years have transformed my heart, feelings, and insights,
Showing me to love, without fear that shames,
Giving and forgiving, not playing...

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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, undancing, mummified." Alan Watts

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“we woke up...

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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 concurred

let me be in the heavens, where bells sound
calming energies, can’t hear my heart pound

I affirm it is nirvana, here...

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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 I would have a different view
of almost everything and everyone.
Imagine that there was a brand new dawn,
and everyone was filled...

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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 concurred”

Our eyes were blind but we had new sight

Of holy mind heaven's holy golden light

It was our time to meet...

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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 a wondrous creature
when it emerges with beautiful wings as its best feature.

I can't begin to imagine myself in an altered...

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Leather-bound books on the sorcerer’s shelf,
Offer a perch for the magical elf,
Watching the chemicals fume:
Vapors of sulfur and alchemist’s brew.
Melting to gold in a mystical stew,
Stinking the cob-webbed room.

Then the mad sorcerer grabs his small friend,
Saying, “An elf will add zest to my blend,”
Plunges him...

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In a wave like motion, we began moving across the leaf.
We had travelled here together, hundreds in the belief,
That our lives would be safer after ten days of pupation.
We won’t be so tasty to birds once we go through transmutation.
Now we must each build a...

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With HER on his mind,
He runs out the not...
He runs out the not knowing...
He runs out the not knowing whether
He loves her...

And the good sweat
Is like
Blood in his veins
Is like
Turning the stars inside out,
Making their cool heat
Shine down, and through, and out of
Him...
As though he...

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dusk settles on an Anglican Shrub
vespertine is downy down upon the vertical horizon
spring like frost is unraveling
toward a sunset on its late afternoon decline

at this stage of early-black twilight
a cygar shaped delirium is seeding 
its exotic fragrance sweetly empowering
will linger until the crack of dawn

tenderly...

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I must be walking
closer to death
for spirits of the forest
are stalking me
visiting with curious hope
like ghosts from the past
talking to me as kin
as familiars wooing me
into the fold of contentment
for as of late
I have forgotten peace

The ravens mingle
displaying an agreeable gathering
of brotherhood hovering in the...

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