Spiritual Italian Sonnet Poems

“One being freed from the grip of Ahamkara attains his unmanifest state like the spotless moon becoming full after eclipse.” ~ quote from the Adhyatma...

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When distanced from source we feel incomplete,
which involuntarily births intent
to be still, being our way to repent,
that thus by surrendering at God’s feet,
invoking grace we...

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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...

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Drawing in energies in our heart’s core,
the manifest universe disappears,
yet each soul within exists without fears,
having seen this epiphany before.

Poised in the void, ready for...

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When we’re at peace, God’s light engulfs our chest,
on top of our head, He places His hand,
this epiphany dawning on demand,
divine gifts of grace, for...

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My soul’s confession knows no ordinary
penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind
the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—.
I doubt my own can judge the cemetery

of bygone thoughts, dead...

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“The path appears when we walk upon it ~
That we stumble not, lamp of love is lit”
~ quote by poet


Poised in staid silence where no...

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having aged, we’re no longer in our prime
yet vibrance of our heart remains intact
tweets of love continuing to transact
each moment deemed as the optimal time

heart...

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how long and sourly sobs the lonely heart
depends on how grave the weight which grieves the tears
pouring from the despondent spirit’s pores.—
a witness, too, will...

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To invoke God’s grace, we slow down life’s pace,
that we may cognise each offered surprise,
beholding in wonderment bliss beats rise
in the cave of our heart,...

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From deep within, we feel bliss rapture rise,
too fleet footed to be tracked by our mind,
so leaving imagined knowing behind,
we feel each breath as first...

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Mind but echoes heart’s innermost desire,
offering a clue known to but a few,
that if we become pure like mountain dew,
ego’s consigned to the funeral pyre.
We’ve...

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Both caged in form and yet at all times free,
nothing can be more wonderful than that,
playing cricket where we both bowl and bat,
breezing through earth...

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The Lord secures my heart through Scriptures’ light
unveiling truths of great virtue and grace
midst consecration showing progress trace
Holy Ghost breathes peaceful worship delight 
illumining me...

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My springtime blood did flow a river’s rush  
in stream bed’s cradle anchored to the land  
as dreams rode jet streams to the...

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