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Clear sight

Depending upon words as symbols employed,
we may label the absolute Self as God,
the substratum of existence unalloyed,
recognised in staid silence when heart has thawed,
that pristine presence, no longer by thoughts toyed,
dissolves all opposites, giving love our nod.
Everything that exists, is but God’s heartbeat,
mirrored as bliss heat that makes us feel complete.

In meditation space and time

Heartfelt

in my heart
dwells true love
never hate

it shines bright
like sweet smiles
that melt hearts

it reflects
pure and clear
spreading joy

CRYSTAL CLEAR

CRYSTAL CLEAR*
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The boat, a gentle wanderer, seems to float on air,
its hull a feather, its wake a sigh.
its purpose is simple—
to float, to wander,
to trace the edges of sky and sea,
where clarity reigns.

I step into the boat gliding through this liquid dream,
where water glistens crystal clear.
I lean over the edge,
fingers trailing in the cool embrace.
The

Clear Sky

The Cheshire Cat smiles
Behind the dark velvet sky
Where Fireflies wander

Clear And Simple

The wise man should not avoid indispensable source/s for knowledge

It's too beautiful within your soul, like a garden blooming under clear and endless skies

It's too beautiful within your soul, like a garden blooming under clear and endless skies,
It's too late within my thoughts, where the shadows of memories lie like a veil of silk,
We share the same secret, a dance of dreams entwined in the silence of the eternal night,
But no one knows until when, for time is

Life isn't fair, as we would wish it to be under the clear sky

Life isn't fair, as we would wish it to be under the clear sky,
And perhaps this is the first truth that silently touches our souls.
Some are born with more luck, love, or unknown riches,
While others fight with every step for a fragment of peace.
But that doesn't mean you're cut off from another universe,
Or that you're

Clear sight

let us correct the way we look
body shell is shaped from earth’s crust 
discard all knowing, burn the book
we’re spirit, not this form of dust

God as living light, dwells in all 
let us correct the way we look
truth of our true Self please recall 
who in truth we are, we mistook

faults of others let’s overlook
know

Clear light dawns

Viewing dream forms as projection of mind,
an aspect of the Self entwined with God,
all fears and desires are then left behind,
transformed as love in our mellow heart thawed,
distanced from ego, whose judgment is flawed.
Our soul ascends on choosing to atone,
when our reflex response is love alone,
that come what may, we grant bliss right of way,
as

in the clear

no one there
unnoticed
glance over shoulder
not my mess
hands are clean 
no trace
played the cool
slipped away
not owning up
done nothing wrong
nothing to see
I'm bye bye stander
looking on
stepping away
at bay
slipping away
when no one's
looking, seeing
it don't matter
to anyone
don't care
if they do
I'm outside
looking in
nose is clean
good riddance
skated on by
Whew!

Ah! a clearing!
Oh No!
Is someone there?

Clear Comprehension

E-choed
U-nderstanding
N-urtures
I-nner
C-larity,
E-mbracing

S-ubtleties
A-s
N-avigated
T-houghts
O-pen
S-ouls

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Eunice F. Santos)

The Walls

My day ends, almost every day,
With a question of why.
The purpose of my birth, the reason I breathe,
Is something I ponder upon, often, unconscious.
I have always known a fact, I keep it to myself.
Every general or questioning conversation
Requires a speaker and listener,
The speaker asks and the listener replies.
But who is listening to my demise?
I look

The Dawn Visitor

The nights were short,
A clear summer, long and hot,
A chickadee visited every dawn,
And caught a stunning view by the pane.

Maybe my nest’s walls knew,
A fluffy gray-black chick who... 
Lit the sun pointed to my nest house...
Captured my morning drowse.

A courageous little skylark,
With a notorious chirp crack,
She repeatedly taps my pane,
And sharply beeps, in rhythmic strain.

Summers Day

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day…”
Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare

when I behold you my dear
I see it so very clear
that in no way
do you resemble a summers day!

Clear light

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 way as bastions of ego are stormed,
layer by layer we are slowly transformed,
with the false falling away, we cease to sway,
beholding the light of

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