Best Unfoldment Poems

The Story of History  

Beyond those beaten days’ depleted daylight
Beyond the bathos of a pandemic bondage
With  the resurrected  sashay’s charmed night
Down in the dumps   at the pretentious  proscenium
A  shy  orchestration sans bark and bite
Afloat in  the...

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FIREWORKS

The initial joy
Of a firework
Is not in the sparkle shower
But at the exact moment of BURST!

Something in one’s very bones
Recalls creation
Life proclaiming self
A coming out of the gigantic

And won’t unfoldment be beautiful

Dave Austin...

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The great paradox,
A mighty creative star-burst,
A once unified power,
Dynamically out-sourcing in a display,
Of awesome light and heat,
Of gravitational attraction and boyant levity,
The genesis of life as we know it,
And how it weaves through our days,
And whispers into our night journeys,
A wonderburst of unknown origins,
From which...

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It is as if I strangely sit between unfoldment and the
pit turn the heart and bend the lip of ageless silent
sun and trees of passing pageants aimed to please
the garish and the blinded throng from heaven sent in
hellish garb of bodies blown from end to...

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15.4
“You are not the body
You do not have a body
You neither do nor enjoy
You are Awareness only--the timeless Witness
You are free
Go in happiness”

15.5
“Attachment and aversion
are attributes of the mind
You are not the mind
You are Consciousness itself-- 
changeless, undivided, free
Go in happiness”


The verse is simple but...

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THE INEXPRESSIBLE…
Vocabulary passes into oblivious dissolution,
And embankment of expression 
Awaits the fragile knocks of fear,
Wholeness circumscribed the lonely emptiness
And the subdued self desires to draw 
The figure of its universe 
In the shrinking shell of consciousness.

Self’s unceasing preparedness
To stretch the arms of  tiring limits
Into...

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Do, at night, flowers dream of their death?
The thought, admittedly is a poetic one,
but I find that absurdity,
is often a step ahead of knowledge.
I, being less self-absorbed than the frailest weed,
never dream of death, for death dreams of me,
it crawls into bed with me,
and enters...

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promises and prophesies
are in timeless time fulfilled
in as they take time to manifest
after being created in the ethereal

all that that has been set into motion
is beheld by us in childlike surprise 
although eye of wisdom knows
the manner of unfoldment 

11-February-2023...

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awareness self aware
of dark veils of ignorance
shrouding our consciousness 
rotates polarity of sentience 
to view inner luminescence 

the offered enablement 
seen by periscope vision
is then scrutinised by ego
by jaundiced perception
in dimmed colouration 

once baton of awareness 
shifts into the void internal
we must rest our lower...

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Vibrant aloneness

Embracing tranquil peace
In a time stretched continuum
Vibrant silence gets a new name
As nodes within throb with joy
Enlivened by bliss currents

Presence accords no preference
To the manner of unfoldment
Being but a receptor
Of divine grace that in-pours
Assimilated by our receptive heart

16-January-2023...

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Every becoming part of a flower
is a meditation by rote.
From seed to lovely bloom
a processional unfoldment.
When the bloom wilts
beauty unveils,
the flower sleeps
as if day were night
and all was ever
but a dream....

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Magical, mysterious, completely incomprehensible!  
Is there anything more divine than a seed,
Any seed, large or small, any size at all?

Infused within its compact evolving time capsule
Is written all the instructions for the development
Of every form of life:  human, animal, plant.

Every line of DNA...

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Divine spirituality oozes into atmosphere
Your unfoldment is a matter of time 
By Divine’s grace, in cosmos timing, not ours.

Trust in the divine, surrender in the perfection
Underpinning of ethereal preparation 
Allowing full appreciation to flow into the veins of self

Letting go of ego, leaning on your...

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By Your grace
I have life immortal;
the seed of you, called Man,
who buds and blossoms,
breathes in and out
(respiration of creation)
each new journey one 
of ever greater unfoldment--

I have infinite petals
colors and scents; the
enchantment of universes,
allowing me to express both
virtues and flaws--for there is
no perfection when it...

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Who’s to say
Route of pathway
For each bliss hue
Fresh & new
Every unfoldment 
Pristine & innocent 
Spontaneity 
Of Ohm continuity
A divine caress
As lovers confess
Burning yearning
For connecting 

Who’s to predict
In finality succinct
Path of the breeze
Flowing in ease
Twinkle in the eye
As we do sigh
With ecstatic rapture 
Mind cannot capture...

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