Lay Poems | Lay Examples

Spirit works upon feeble form, from inside out, birthing a storm, at the very core of each cell, casting upon us a bliss spell, that thus in trance meditation, we entwine with God’s creation, which consciousness does envelope, so as love with love does elope, we are both the this and the that, living light in form, an arhat....

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We sense the noose of fear tighten, stifling joy, soul seeks to brighten but relinquishing ownership, staid silence, mark of our worship, as an observer poised in bliss, we recognise we are not this, meaning we’re spirit, not this form, so we have no cause to conform to ebb and flow of shifting tides, since we know God resides inside....

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Fear and desire are chains we wear, until we become self-aware, first of all inquiring, ‘who’m I?’, which if not form, ego must die, that with the false out of the way and on making love our mainstay, eye single, pheromones mingle and we feel bliss rapture’s tingle, at first a cascading wave form, ushering currents cool and warm but then over time, bliss beat’s...

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“sans thought we see there’s no one here ~ we are not this form, why then fear?” ~ quote by poet If we truly wish to see God, tip-toe into the heart unshod, a child again, loving and kind, leaving ego spawned thoughts behind. By thus befriending the vast void, we...

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I had the worst terrors last night My mind was in a gruesome sight The ‘ol apocryphal scene Insighted by the new regime Migration bill stirs fear among Farmworkers chant that It’s Wrong! Phone app saves Honduran journalist Can’t go back she’s on their death list Can’t walk ‘n get food without stress ICE is cold, enforcing arrests Or anywhere, nonetheless For...

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Sitting alone, iPad in hand, to pen a poem on demand, attempting to translate bliss beats, the rapture refrain that repeats, feeling within joy germinate, we write because we cannot wait, for once symbols in rhythm are belled, with our creative tempests quelled, what’s imbibed in form is ingrained by both head and heart, entertained, by merging feeling with thinking, as pure awareness unblinking, even though none...

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Hemmed in by senses five and mind, closed heart, far from loving and kind, knowing not who in truth we are, from God’s light soul’s drifted afar, dead man walking, desires stalking, deaf to truth’s voice in heart knocking, we yet can to heaven ascend, if but only our will we bend, living life at an easy pace, slowing down thought, invoking grace, whence with...

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Mafiosos love fat women insecure sensitive vulnerable this allow the men to pounce at strip clubs sadly all the women in my family are small size 7 shoes Italian Irish American women I cater to the mannerisms of mafia wise guys needing full figures fat women giving them an excuse to pounce I'm truly blessed...

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before God when our presence kneeled what was concealed was then revealed simply put, being living light drenched in love borne by bliss delight a boon for only those who choose to make love and light, their heart’s muse...

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Ego’s the one in us who grieves but what is the force that retrieves stuporous soul from deep slumber, to behold the world in wonder, breath by breath and day after day, ensuring we joyfully play, forgetting our soul’s origin, revealed to us as bliss virgin, each hue new like the morning dew, of God’s blessings that so accrue?...

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soma nectar drips through our veins elixir that cleanses soul’s stains strangely yet we choose to resist heart is closed and clenched is our fist instead of love we nurture hate why then blame fickleness of fate...

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God realisation our aim, let’s up the meditation game, resting thought form vulgarities, thus balancing polarities. If we are that, then let’s be it, force that takes us to the summit, becoming the kundalini, acting on form teeny-weeny. Empowered with freedom new found, body-mind becomes our playground where ego thoughts do not nonplus, since were are aboard God’s bliss bus. No chakra’s higher, none lower; we are...

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Belief simply addresses mind, which we may follow, if inclined but it offers us not the taste of rapture that does not abate, borne by beats of bliss magnetism, illuminating body prism. If we wish to realise God, we start by giving love our nod, shifting focus from head to heart, gentling touch, which is a learnt art, breath by breath thus divine entwined and then...

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Behold the chest of space heaving, all manifest worlds perceiving, in, within but not of life forms, enlivened by God’s breath that warms hearts as they plunge into embrace, yet leaving in the void no trace, of their emotes, from God’s bliss boat or whilst skydiving in free float, heaven recording each intent, that grants the throb of love consent....

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Spine is a thirty three stringed harp upon which God plays when it’s dark, imbibed by our toroidal heart, whence bliss ignition does so start, piercing every body vector, causing flow of soma nectar, savoured by presence in delight ~ such dear friends, is soul’s wingless flight....

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