Conditioned Poems - Poems about Conditioned

This cold scheduled grey life Has me so on point and on task The tunnel vision is nauseating The horse blinders debilitating Want for what, wish for who An existence built to hypnotize Time coerced me into being Unapologetically institutionalized ...

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(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic) Being In Context Open awareness Conditioned mind Two halves of a whole Like a container and its contents A sky and its clouds A heart and its longings An irreconcilable duality? Or simply The gateway to unconditional love (2/9/25) ...

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Staring into space, Full of love and grace, I embrace, The sun's face. Soaking up the rays, Birds sing their praise. I feel my conscious raise, As nature's music plays. Absorbing the cosmic waves, Crashing through my brain, Washing away the pain. Bringing with it peace, Allowing the release, From our limiting beliefs. A conditioned existence, Ingrained by our chiefs. They're more like Thiefs... Why do we, constantly, Let others label our identity? Are...

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Love's forms vary, some say, Agape, unconditional, in every way. But infatuation's spark ignites the flame, A prerequisite for love's sacred name. No love exists without attraction's glance, Sight, sound, or touch, a heartfelt dance. Even the blind envision in their mind, A love foreseen, a love defined. Agape's concept, abstract and grand, Yet conditions linger, hand in hand. Scriptures say, "Believe and live," A condition...

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Pausing aversion, making void-centric our view, pesky flies are forgiven. The note discordant, plays to a different rhythm, unknown to throb of our heart....

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Unconditionally I speak for the verbs in my gladness in my praise and raised arms and hands I no longer in sadness I spit out the verbs that reach joy and gladness unconditionally I am he ~ Unconditionally in my free will I wreak havoc unconditionally I am free though I am taunted and I am Savage...

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Futile is striving, unless we are clear about who we are and purpose of life, that we may then act without any fear, full of joy and laughter, always bliss rife, pulsations of love, to our heart held dear. Discarding then, each conditioned belief, relying neither on senses nor mind, negating ephemeral joy and grief, leaving vicarious knowing behind, in tranquil silence, we turn...

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Let us take a look at our conditioned belief Based upon culture where we are born We tend to follow a specific religion Holding other scriptures in scorn We’ve seen not God, yet affirm That the symbol we believe in is true Does not the sun’s light equally upon all Each spectrum of love radiating a bliss hue Is God so...

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every ism imposes binding us look at breath and heartbeats they flow on love and light free for all just be it 04-March-2023 Tricube...

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Sans fear and desire, we are free Unfettered, unbound and carefree Save God's grace, what's there to aspire We are free, sans fear and desire Earth life's a school, we're here to learn With conscience as guide, let's discern Embrace of love’s the only rule We're here to learn, earth life's a school To know the truth, discard belief Give our weary soul some...

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''If you have what you call, a conditioned mind. That is to say: 'First thought, best.' ''...

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Your level of consciousness determine your survival and your devotion, you must become sensitive to the spirit of God, so that the eyes of the soul see that it's gold, the knowledge of self let me know. my destiny I control, people become victims of fate because they don't know, the true essence of life...

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Villanelle : Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate Ask only why your actions lead down the wrong path All else makes for doubt doubt only if Fate's innate Neither Past nor Future time exist inchoate All and everything's rolled in ever Present birth Doubt not who is Master of...

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My body is not conditioned in a strong and fit way. It’s conditioned to do. I am conditioned to walk away. To walk away from the forest, the ocean, and the wild, to return to the indoors. I’m conditioned to return indoors even if I can’t breathe Eve if outside I felt free I return home. We are conditioned to value...

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Love’s like a flower; it needs room to grow within the heart and soul. And immature dreams cannot bloom when doubt levies a heavy toll. When passion's flame gets doused by tears, Hope overrides being cautious. Yet, as time slowly fuels fears, anxiety leaves you nauseous. Numb to the hurt that never stops; you find yourself wanting to cry. For misery turns to teardrops in a...

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