Illumination Poems - Poems about Illumination

Let’s lay to rest all doubts that grout, rooted in conditioned belief, that thus giving our soul relief, we’re at peace as we go about. Transforming as vast space itself, recognising we’re all of this, all nodes within suffused with bliss, no desires remain on our shelf. As God’s grace pours in from above, our feeble form is energised, objects no longer weighed and sized and...

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I have been traveling for more than a hundred and twenty days searching for the special lights that keep popping up in my nightly dreams and the beam that passes through the skies when the visitors walk by. I have been searching for the road where the story has been told, but the ages have passed...

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Dear Lord, I need oil for my lamp; Spark for my life; and bright illumination round about! Amen...

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Patterns, of investigation, Autumn starlings, murmuration, Tidal sand wave, undulation, Tectonic plates, foliation, Evergreen fronds, forestation, Rainbows of illumination, Nature’s endless, fascination, Science, our imagination. ...

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(A lone voice whispers) As a person, you must know Deep down You're part of one of the most spiritually Illuminating Literary movements there has ever been A gift sent to you for self-expression from The Great In-Between A means to pull down old towers with new or old siege hooks Open closed doors By maybe writing a blog or...

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Early to rise is for the sun, To get its radiance high, Illuminating the earth with hopes, Until nature is satisfied and done. I've seen your tiredness, weariness, And your readiness to give it all up, Maybe you've forgotten All that you represent and embody. Your pain is for greater gain; The joy you bring is sweeter than honey. Like raindrops give abundant hopes...

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dust stirs oblivious to God’s life breath that makes it feel alive so it struggles and strives living in a make belief world until one day dust enters silence realising that in truth it never existed all that always was and is, is breath of God...

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Your music never fails to make the stars go dancing in the dark. The moon observes them wide awake, and floods of light stream down the park. The stars go dancing in the dark and paint the sky in silver dyes to sparkle and to mesmerize. The moon observes them wide awake. Then lightens up as if amused to see celestials diffused. And floods of...

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A sea-faring vessel on Galilean Sea, fully dutied, dawn's a storm. The ship's crew saw Christ walk on water -- disciples inclusive. Peter bid to partake, Christ said, "Come." He beheld watery life 'neath the becalm Sea Glass, and his whole being walks over it, raises his inner glory to Christ's glory divine, voice of assurance. The storm woke...

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“A Reckoning of Illumination” Autumn winds fall delicately upon my weary soul Light from a heavenly place surrounds my interpretation of the scripture Elemental hues of grace cascade down from the enlightened sky A mystical proposition of truth sets the somber filaments of inquisition ablaze As the Herculean sun lays bereft in the unforgiving atmosphere of...

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Illumination Elf has no idea about his gift He knows he has a talent, right? Askes Rift. I think so, but it is hidden right now. It’s going to be something though, a great big wow. Illumination Elf found his gift accidentally. When he was left overnight beside an old oak tree. The dark was scary, and he said I wonder...

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our heart feels incomplete so we strive senses dictate we look outward deluded soul finds no solace we then turn inward melding with silence the false drops away essence of presence shines as living light...

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It’s not a walk through the woods that soothes the troubled mind, It’s not the sinking sun that calms perturbed nerves, It’s not the tranquil night that brings hope, It’s not a walk by the sea that unloads the cluttered mind, It’s not the rising sun that paints the day, It’s not the trailing moon that opens...

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In the midfall moment we shine. Shadows are cast only to be illuminated. Forever we are the unmasking. This light of ours needs a deep darkness to be seen within....

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false is each concept we cling to conditioned by culture based belief discarding then each vicarious knowing dwelling in staid silence let’s turn a new leaf to which delusion ego-held should we allude we are not even this mind-body identity made in God’s form, we’re living light the form is but a transient entity driven by instinct, in deep stupor flitting about...

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