Duality Poems - Poems about Duality

Our words have power We don’t seem to understand They are double-edged ...

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(“The Particle In The Wave”, 2018, original encaustic) Down to Zero In the great equation of Life Everything eventually cancels out As it naturally balances And leaves us down to zero. From the perspective of static The dynamic is the illusion From the perspective of dynamic The static is the illusion. Buddhism with its notion of a final Nirvana Takes the former Taoism with its effortlessly...

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The Sun is pretty–Yes ,we know, It makes the sky and flowers glow. But look too long, and you will find, It's beauty scars. It's strikes you blind. We're taught to chase what shines the most, To the love ones who shine like ghosts. But not all gold is made to keep , some glitters loud and cuts too deep. Not...

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Destiny any, there’s a common thread in the unique journey of every soul, going through life, playing their ordained role, attachments gripping fickle heart in dread. False is the narrative which we’ve been fed, ego the villain, who inner light stole, veiling soul’s sheen with thoughts as black as coal, negating heart’s love by living in head. Melding head with heart, we exit...

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Philosophical Rhymthmic Duality Imminent calamity collides with structured debate Virulent profanity confides with punctured ingrates An insolent generation of insanity resides with a debunked hate The innocent audacity presides over the opinions that rank and rate Alchimedes problem solving in the middle of the night Socrates deliberating over what is wrong and what is right Sophocles writing...

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caged in form, memory erased constrained by a fragmented mind sensory inputs leave us dazed to light of Self within heart blind scriptures cajole us to explore truth of being and so awake by being still, making heart pure lust and fear choosing to forsake with head and heart poised in balance viewing life like a lucid dream mood and mode vibrant nonchalance we sing...

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intermediate truths will do for now involving dissolution of ego staid stillness reveals what mind cannot know by direct touch, God wisdom does endow kundalini rises if we allow whence sailing in the boat which God does row spirit repays debts of love which we owe clear sight’s bestowed when to His will we bow ego vaporises yet we remain we as living...

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a secret d r e a m of peace youth making dreamers of all – amidst enemy F. I.R.E p a s s I o n s rode H I G H – he...

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shadows draw across the canvas with light oily strokes and dry wet soul the white pythons and black mambas conspire as their tongues slither and roll down the canvas. like honey, it marinates the mellow white bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might leaving behind the...

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Shifting crown of thorns and a crown with the finest gold, for the most challenging but most rewarding title set on woman’s head: All Humans’ Most Honorable Role. With grandiose bouquet of roses so fresh yet, frequently withers; But once her tears flow down her eyes, her molding hands firmly flail and her dreams flow lovingly at fertile lands for...

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from the edge of the creative cosmos her star lands on her lap with billion candles their tantalizing twinkle ripple in the rhythmic rapture of the dance of angels in sync with the symphony of her heart she protects from the worldly winds the shining stellar sequins elegantly embellishing the ethereal robe...

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She taught me to pray with hands that bruised the bread and sometimes, me. The kitchen smelled of cinnamon, but the corners were quiet with grief. I was loved--loudly, then not at all. Her laugh could warm a whole December, but silence followed when I needed June. She carried me like gospel, until I questioned her scripture. Then, I became her quiet sin. Still-- I make her biscuits...

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three generations of mothers created a fourth- mine, my children's, my grandchildren's between the late fifties and April this year I have welcomed thirteen births- my three five grandchildren, five great-grandchildren generations unfold in ways of the times as...

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(“Dragon’s Eye”, 2024, original encaustic) Waking To Duality I wake from a dream Where I’d been in nondual samadhi A vivid clarity of thoughtless meditation I tried to sustain once awake Until I realized I probably have such dreams All the time and never know. The vanity and thus duality of life Is the desire and attempt to recreate What already is Making...

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From passion's fire, both love and hate are born, Twin flames that flicker, dancing side by side. One offers warmth, while one will leave you torn, Yet both consume what’s hidden deep inside. Love crowns the dawn, but hate will greet the morn, Each holds the heart, no place for peace to hide. Though hearts may ache, the truth remains the...

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