Consigned Poems - Poems about Consigned

...a dry leaf fell, consigned to dust it knew life flows on as it must it had no desires to fulfil ways of God it hand learnt to trust having fully surrendered will easy was soul’s ascent uphill ......

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...“This will be my last life”, the monk exclaimed, “I’ll not be coming back to earth again.” Such words but speak of tempests not yet tamed, defeated by life, bound to ego’s chain, viewing God’s gi......

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... countless hearts and roses fall for sake of heeding Cupid's call and yet I fail for phrases, new imparting, fresh, my "I love you" (for poets, past, have said it all) perchan......

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...Out of my mind and lost in time Holding on to a love unkind Unwind the twine that cruelly binds Me to my severed valentine Her voice still calls through echoing halls As madness clings to crum......

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...Though an atheist.. please oh lord brace and fix me with monetary salvation After umpteen times being swindled reducing me to abject poverty psyche of mine broke into a bajillion little pieces......

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...It’s as if the cameras have gone blind the inks bled dry on every page young souls grow up knowing only war their cries muted though echoes rage. The crisis in Yemen slips from view no longer ......

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...To attain quietude, first things first, thoughts must cease, that thus, free from desire, wayward ego’s consigned to the funeral fire. To attain quietude, nonchalant to outcomes, present in ......

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...What purpose does it serve to negate light, given that upon death we must return, restored as our Self, dancing in delight, healed from bleeding wounds that in life did burn? Descent and ascent......

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... Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was ra......

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...The very abridged version recounting untold tragicomic storied life of Matthew Scott Harris I led a boring life. The end. All joking aside, now the epilogue. As a bookish fellow born Januar......

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...Wherefrom does arise that impulse divine, which we deludedly claim as our own, thus offerings of grace decline? In the void of silence, we dethrone wayward ego birthing fear and desire, whence......

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... The mind doesn't passively await impressions, no tabula rasa, The mind is active, understanding, not just a passerby. He had bete noire towards Christianity, a Scottish Nominalist, David Hume,......

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...Shadows of yesterday eclipse reality. But in hope lies my dreams; where I am free of doubt. Love's ethereal touch; manipulates pleasure. And always seeking more; fledgling feelings t......

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...Mind but echoes heart’s innermost desire, offering a clue known to but a few, that if we become pure like mountain dew, ego’s consigned to the funeral pyre. We’ve walked many a mile but now we ti......

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...Have ye been touched not yet by magnetism, ushering deep wisdom, unknown to mind, rapture of bliss pervading body prism, causing us to become with love aligned, with fears and desires to the bin ......

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