Formless Poems - Poems about Formless

Slowly a subdued group of people, some sobbing carried A lifeless body along the stone paved path.' Despite their Tears and grief stricken denial mindset, the burial must Take place, the procession wound its way along the mountainside until they came to stop, before a new rock Hewn tomb its giant circular stone door was at the extent Of its...

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An artist paints until their hand remembers a shape, then a style. Their work is then remembered for centuries, forever heralded in galleries. Mistakes shape the character of the one who makes them. An artist's memory shapes the style of the one who practiced. Mistakes are just as beautiful as art. They each have their own style. They are shaped...

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You're in everything, Thoughts, dreams, In rivers and streams, I can't escape you....

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Somewhere In a cave She sits Carbon stained fingers Drawing A poem Disproportioned figures Dancing As a moon Rises Over arched Stones...

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A dank cavern Unlit torches on the walls Some light easier than others You bring a compass Drawing you through the inky darkness You sense little with just yourself Armed with recognition of the ground of yourself Most compasses grow obsolete As you find more than they can point you to...

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Man suffers in life because he takes so seriously, what the gods created for fun. He's entangled in his own carnal desires, which keeps him in bondage, unable to progress his soul. Life is a merry go round and earth is the playground. Where man can be amused by his carnal desires, achievements, enjoyment, social status and his ego. Man became a lover and slave to these...

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Averse to noisy thought flow din, we close our eyes and look within, searching for our soul to feel whole, to be the light scriptures extol, laudable yet desire subtle does from the start, our quest scuttle, for we need to negate doership, merging with God, in pure worship, shifting thus our entire approach, free from ego, beyond reproach, becoming a formless presence; hologram of God's...

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Become formless, like the wind in-between the branches that form a tree. Where no two patterns are alike to becoming completely free. Learn the language of human, where they can't instill their projections onto thee. Where they are second guessing if they can try to control or manipulate he or she. Become formless, like the...

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To the young, Time is growing and achievement...to the old, it is comforting and survival; to God, perhaps, reconciliation, an opportunity to show His Grace and far Greater Love. For me, it is where I float my poetry, having put my all into the buoyancy and power of words; the indefatigable currents of phrases imagined, once beyond the horizon, dipping into the formless deep.......

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Deludedly believing that we are the limited mind body, our responses on a moment to moment basis are narrow and self serving. On the other hand, spiritual insights during meditation as well as spontaneous wisdom downloads, reveal the expanded, self luminous and blissful innate nature of our consciousness. higher and lower aspects of our awareness stillness and chaos 02-November-2020...

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Is beauty connected, or to a vacuum condemned Is truth then required, for it to enter within Can beauty be measured, by the heart or the mind Can it chase, or displace, or replace what it finds If beauty is truth, let all reason be shown Why judgment and logic, to our hearts stay...

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When I peer through the windows of my eyes, so desperately I want to know who I am. What is the cause of my being? At times I feel formless and empty, a collection of memories. Maybe, no more than arising from an idea. Here existing in this moment with you. Life bursts into being out of the timeless pool of...

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Immaterial – formless; the imbued by Spirit and body is more! That patterns determine rain, snail and flower and more by zero but most by Soul! And innumerable Infinities that come and go! :: 08-17-2017 ::...

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Each form is a form of His form Both form and formless are His norm He chooses form as well formless, to get you to reform He yields to a form even when a form gets deform With such creation of forms, He does perform With such ease, one may design Him in free-form With various forms, He upholds a message...

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Sleeping giant,formless,not yet born, You will awaken as poison. Rising up from retention ponds, Dragonflies with nephilim wings. Writing prophecies on liquid scrolls, Your iridescent words we'll eat. The fire,raining down to earth, Feeding the mandrakes, of old eden....

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