the soles of our feet make contact with earth
whilst purified palms radiate bliss heat
each breath intake represents our rebirth
resplendent with vibrance feeling upbeat
throb of blissfulness that does not deplete
with all nodes entwined acting as a whole
we transform as light all scriptures extol
Awash with fire tinted shade,
indigo a shrill magnet,
serene usher I extol,
as fool’s gold sky slinked
blue hue phase swift facile flit,
dust and gas spark burnt red lit,
magenta my bosom fair,
hue’d lithe peck, dusk flare
To help out friends, it never hurts;
a salve that comforts and diverts
their pain with hope it heals and mends.
It never hurts to help out friends.
Lifting their cheer by words or deeds
that help those downed with woeful needs.
A little kindness will endear
by words or deeds, lifting their cheer.
With heartfelt calm, we'll soothe their souls.
Warm, loving acts can soon extol
that thoughtful kindness is the balm.
We'll soothe their souls with heartfelt calm.
Kind acts are blessed, both large and small
and, for some time, can please, enthrall.
Lift heavy loads for those distressed.
Both large and small, kind acts are blessed.
gratitude
is that
realm of
bliss
one should
tune into
sun beam
days
turquoise blue
sky vista
silver moonlit
dream drift
midnight
and
ambient
afternoons
inhale
invigorating
scents from
gorgeous
garden scenes
extol
unique
urban
historic
plinths
and plots
inhale
cafe feast
aroma
wallow in
enthused
city zest
and warmth
exhale one’s
appreciation
The silent hum of divine magnetism,
this morn has ignited the head ovoid,
heart, spine and all nodes in mind-body prism,
state of being-ness pure and unalloyed.
The tip of nose chakra whirs with vigour,
whilst the soul star node glistens on our head,
with toroidal heart as always demure,
looks to crown and third eye where bliss is bred.
All the vertebrae in our spine align,
fused together now as a seamless whole,
that thus though caged in form we feel divine,
radiating God’s light scriptures extol.
God’s hand, a disc of light, supports our back ~
Magnetised head to toe, we feel no lack
drop a plumb line from the crown till the root
our central vein hums with potent power
ignited, it continues to reboot
flaming living light, an erect tower
piercing medulla, going up to crown
the spine is a secondary grid line
from crown to third eye, then all the way down
splitting form in two, yet both halves align
no chakra has a fixed coordinate
each node by itself represents the whole
free from gravity, so all levitate
dance beauteous, which all scriptures extol
there is nothing to say, much less to do ~
as we watch awestruck how bliss beats renew
Clarity is pivotal i affirm,
when sowing seeds of knowledge,
grey clouds of blurred waffle,
confuse and confound,
urgent student quest,
so frustrated by slovenly,
speech and incoherence,
verbose rambling is anthema,
the scourge of earnest erudition,
teachers, parents, tutors,
hark my heartfelt pleading,
simple words, sentences, stanzas,
demystify intricate tangled webs,
please extol simplicity’s rich heritage
The third eye, guru chakra and crown merge,
becoming as it were, a seamless whole,
a band of steel, from which bliss does emerge,
mirroring God’s light, which scriptures extol.
Bliss drips from third eye right down to the root,
completing this the grid that loops our form
and as all vertebrae in spine reboot,
the only doing we do is conform.
Totality of Self is now one node
and so in truth there remains no centre,
our heart’s acknowledgement to God an ode,
joyous beholding bliss horses canter.
There is nothing to say, much less to do ~
We become the flame as bliss beats renew
I salute and extol as we should super brain Albert Einstein,
whose cerebral prowess an ultimate flowering vine,
of quirks he had many consult the sticking tongue picture,
he tired of that smile so inane as a permanent stricture.
save radiating love we have no role ~
such is the counsel all sages extol
fountain of grace conquers
my weary soul and thoughts
as divine spirit’s light
enkindles, I’m strengthened
with peace, I stand, extol!
Four years ago, I joined this site!
So much I’ve learnt from all who write.
Reviews, and contest placing too
A great big THANKS to all of you.
Good friendships made with much support
Genuine, free, and never bought.
Soup members, many on this site
Impress me with their words I like.
The words they write I must extol
Often, they’re left upon my soul.
I do suppose I’ll stay a while
Write mostly rhyme, sometimes free style.
Poetry Soup so are the best
For this I know, and can attest.
My writing skills have since improved
Since joining you, I’ve been approved.
I hope I’m still around for years
Stay positive when change appears.
May we keep writing with such style
Then read our poems with a smile.
Inseparable from the absolute,
upon releasing thought we feel whole,
so in staid silence, focus resolute,
become the divine flame scriptures extol,
in playfulness fulfilling our life role.
We are the dreamer as also the dreamed,
caught not in thought spirals by ego streamed.
Each node within form represents the whole
and is as such resplendent with pure bliss,
source of rapture unbound scriptures extol,
boons borne by God’s grace; Divine Mother’s kiss.
Omnipresence is centred everywhere,
which may cause bliss to spike in any cell,
as a fish goes to the surface for air
and where it will appear, no one can tell.
There is no seeking yet God’s will is done,
automatically without effort,
since in the unified field, all is one
and all the monk does is watch bliss beats spurt.
All pores of body-mind with bliss aflame,
reality that unfolds has no name.
If words would wear resistance down,
trust me, I would use them.
Fine phrases mollify that frown?
The agile adverb, the nimble noun?
I would not refuse them!
If poems charmed your soul, you
may depend upon it,
I'd eulogize, extol you,
compel, convince, cajole you,
in silken sonnets.
But what can words achieve?
Nothing, I fear, that matters.
Though I would fain believe
the word webs which I weave
can knit again love's ravelled sleeve,
I'm really not quite that naive.
And so I feel I have to leave
this thing of ours in tatters.
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