Dual Poems - Poems about Dual

Today my grandson, the four year old one, Gave me a gift more valuable than any other. The fact he didn’t even know he gave it Doesn’t make it any less precious, In fact that lack of consciousness Was the giving and the gift itself. What he gave was insight, A glimpse into his world The natural non-dual experience of Life, An effortless...

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The curious mind is an endless flame, That facts and truths cannot tame. For knowing is powerful, sharp and clear, Helping to adapt, learn and face the fear. But knowing comes with a heavy cost and toll. More questions to answer, more doubt to control. But not knowing, too has its place. For ignorance is bliss to engrace. Where the mind lets go...

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Social media, realm where whispers fly, A land beneath the vast digital sky. Here, every word can travel far, Each post and tweet, a potential star. It binds the world in a tight-knit web, Where thoughts and cultures easily ebb. A platform broad for voices small, In this grand stage,...

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The Enchanted City of Dual Realms In the sprawling labyrinth of concrete towers and spectral glass, where skyscrapers, like ancient obelisks, pierce the celestial veil with unyielding ambition, serpentine rivers of fortune murmur in arcane tongues, their secrets whispered only to those who have deciphered the sacred codes of destiny. Beneath, in twilight's embrace, a shadowed realm flourishes, an underworld meticulously...

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Voice 1: Today feels heavy, I'm lost and alone. Voice 2: I'm here with you, you're never on your own. Voice 2: But wait - my confidence, starts to wane. Voice 1: Let's build it up, together we'll sustain. Voice 1: The world's so big, how do we seize the day? Voice 2: One step at a time, I'll guide...

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I am a tempest of words, aching to burst forth. (Years of structured lessons simmer beneath my skin.) The most important thing is that I'm drowning in metaphors. Being a poet shapes reality, and twists what you are and what you're destined to become. (When I hear myself, my meter-perfect cadence in casual speech, I think, Good Lord,...

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Intonation tonality Harmony Pitch Harmony Melody Centra Ctesibius Xylem Grundfos 1803 the hoes of 1803 were forged and the handles carved. Used in areas of gardens and feilds the cicadia made the locals conversationist. Until "ole Fussy" told them "ya'll Bouis shut yo' mouths foo Gingle Dheeze come down year and quiet ya'll up!" "Zum Doop dew Ditty!" Oh: ooh wee! Zoom:zoom:zoom: Zoom!" ""scatt dew whatta scatt scatt!"...

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End Line Rhyme as a footle SENIOR MOMENTS. FOOTLE Here I am at a very great old age with ...

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Morganite, Jasper Floor Voiced of many waters Drinks of my Creature Seers eyes roll over Stigma of the Messenger The Tree of Knowledge Apple of my eye Medusa's organa seed My Jealousic Stone The Palmer Worm feeds Honey in mouth, sour stomach Scroll is unveiling Wisdom...

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Jesters dance, yet this contest is serious One maiden's favour flutters above the clamouring sound Undertones of fear, but the crowd is delirious Someone will thump and clatter towards a dusty ground Today a new hero will be revered and crowned ...

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Look Into the eyes of an Elephant. (c)2023.Lenny Gazbowski...

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so is poetry dual trapped and free as free as trapped that none of that is...

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How many are realities? Is a question, How many one actually wants? Is option? Monism, like single-focus telescope, stands firm, While dualism, like binoculars, less confirm...! I who see the flower observe the bee as well, That, like unidentified guest, within it dwell; I focus on flower, yet, bee I don't ignore, Bee and bloom are harmonious; in union...

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Isn't it ironic inaccuracy challenges accuracy? Isn't it odd how tumult subtly challenges calm? Awareness pulls quite fewer minds than morality. If it could make me laugh to drain the psalm.  Would you wish to grip the tale genuinely? Spotting the duality inside non-duality. Or maybe to grasp the Nonduality in Duality. We paint the pure truth that covers...

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Truth stark, before our nose, eludes our attention, signalling our deep hypnosis, for within the darkness too, senses search for objects crystallised in form but we see not the space, all around us; truth stark. The screen that’s unchanging, where life play’s enacted, is both within and all around. We know not what this womb is, that holds all wherein we flow through wheel of time till we be to...

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