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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
there is no point to prove
only love emotes to share
we wait for as long as it takes
for pulsating hearts to pair
locating the highest point on our head
we find there a node where magnetism spikes
assigning no meaning, by God’s hand led
as we give each bliss spasm a thousand likes
form sensing a shudder where rapture strikes
and as we pen these notes of bliss emotes
our vibrant presence in the void free floats
Spontaneity translates heart’s intent,
provided of course our mind is at rest,
so free from fear, actions ensure ascent,
our emotes on canvas of space impressed,
inked with divine bliss mists in playful jest.
The gong of Om resounds in the vast void,
birthed in our purified heart unalloyed,
teleported on wings of innocence,
benign burn by which ego is destroyed,
enabled as always with God’s guidance.
Too impassioned more forlornly flower, does the turning dais merit another brother from which hails the borderline snowy hail, that which emotes so white that one mistakes the ink for snowcones, the pen for flavor? I should only curse the forewarning of any haunted house the suitor exiled the forsworn blouse a billowing willow fades with time, time-travel indeed, two sick swines.
habit routine draws us to our i-pad
and so we may say there is addiction
to pen emotes which makes our heart feel glad
that on influx of God’s benediction
we go beyond our mind’s jurisdiction
to depict in symbols bliss magnetism
igniting head to toe mind-body prism
what we call synchronicity
is simply our heart’s pure intent
prayer from the lens of oneness
emotes of love granted consent
likewise when epiphanies dawn
and in unknowingness we rest
wisdom downloads in slow motion
lightening the load on our chest
these musings that have arisen
cements the trust we have in God
when poised erect as living light
our transmutation leaves us awed
before emotes are released
double-check if they’re diseased
born of ego and not light
so pause thought before its flight
God’s touch is felt on our head
in heart mirrored by love led
truth impulse throbs in the throat
as in the void we free float
mindfully practice the pause
that self-aware presence thaws
becoming kind and gentle
vibrant and nonjudgmental
bliss dew drops cleanse heart of dust
whence thus gaining Cupid’s trust
mood and mode embrace-release
we flow with nonchalant ease
breath by breath honing instinct
in time we become love inked
that with ego vaporised
God within is realised
we dwelt in a realm where all souls were awake
aware at all times of the light of their Self
with ego exhumed, no agenda at stake
each emotes love as life flows on by itself
which we see as the destiny for our world
an ocean of peace, with flag of love unfurled
living in harmony, aligned with God’s will
and sipping soma nectar to their heart’s fill
Bliss bubbles speak to us and heart understands,
forging with God’s creation a loving bond,
treading mindfully, as consciousness expands,
emotes of love being the way we respond.
The light of Self within is where we’re centred,
portal to heaven through which our soul entered,
wherein fixated remains our firm focus,
frolicking thus with joy, along love’s locus.
Joy, a fairy tale but was not always so,
in days when we believed we are body-mind
and since the truth of our Self we did not know,
we regret wasted days from love misaligned.
In our yesteryears, we nurtured lust and rage,
our thoughts narrow, easily taking umbrage,
ignorance our fault line, which we didn’t dispel,
being captive to our wayward ego’s spell.
Feeling, not thinking, awareness unblinking,
imagining God as the cosmic gong Om,
in tranquil silence, our head with heart linking,
we are in bliss mists drenched, wherever we roam,
emotes in praise of God, in the void inking,
at peace in our heart’s cave, which is our true home.
Silent bliss thunder rises from deep under,
imbibed by our presence in childlike wonder.
his work was done, it was time to depart ~
save God no one knew emotes of his heart
to compose a poem
if we need to think
it is better we pause
in the gap when we blink
spontaneity rekindles
our innermost essence
effervescence epitomises
our soul’s quintessence
in our natural element
spirit shapes life’s course
there is in truth no need
for application of force
when we set up an intent wave
soul’s emotes are by God heard
alchemy then transforms
creative spark as the written word
habit routines to which we’re bound
shape the emotes by mind expressed
as we tip toe on holy ground
our uniqueness therein impressed
breath by breath, all moments entwined
life is but music we’ve composed
cry to God that truth be divined
heartbeats against love juxtaposed
in the gap between two thought trains
void of emptiness energised
there being no ego that feigns
truth of our Self is realised
silence invokes bliss magnetism ~
illumining mind-body prism
Playful spontaneity is frowned upon,
looked upon as unbecoming for adults
but vibrance of innocence cares not for scorn,
as its pure childlike heart bliss emotes exults,
living in the moment, each breath a new dawn,
leaving it to God to determine results.
A rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd,
for having cracked the code, we need no password.
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