Liberates Poems | Examples

Kundalini

shakti faculty uncoils awake, rise
sacred kundalini life-force stream
connecting radiant spiral wheels gleam 
ecstatic prana floods to paradise 
creative energy winding serene
unifies with cosmic Supreme divine 
sanctified exposed exalted benign
purified individual Soul seen

equal masculine and feminine poles 
high frequency Source liberates powers 
supersonic singular wisdom grow
gracefully presents fertility whole 
hot bellied alert colour fruity hours 
spinal heat euphoric consciously flow
   
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a twilight sonnet

   Twilight tiptoes through curtained clover leaves
Cape starlings stanzaed thank mighty Lord
spindly legs shake on spritely evensong breeze
closing chirp reminding that day is just a chord 

What achievements marked chanting hours
manifesting with helio hands and heedful head
paper, pencil, thoughts danced about in bower
patterned sensations twirled needle and thread

A silent hymn I sit awaiting bright sickle moon
indwelling spirit dissolving wispy wanton wishes
blossoms lotus, liberates mind a special boon 
intentions iambic winking flimsy floral fetishes 

Moment to moment tasks tangent complete 
each twilight twins a masterful morrow sweet 
    
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Forgiveness, the Quiet Revolution,

Forgiveness—
not a gift we give to those who break us,
but a key we forge
to unlock our own chains.

It is not easy.
No, it is the hardest thing of all,
to unclench fists so tightly wound
with fury, grief, and shame.

It is a war fought within—
a thousand battles
against the temptation of vengeance,
the seductive embrace of bitterness.

Forgiveness is not a surrender.
It is a revolution.
A quiet, seismic shift
that says, I will not be ruled
by the ghosts of what was done to me.

It is the salve we smear
on our own wounds,
the bridge we build
to cross the chasm of despair.

Forgiveness does not excuse.
It liberates.
It does not erase.
It transforms.

And in this alchemy,
we find ourselves whole again,
not in spite of what has broken us,
but because we chose
to let the light back in.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING THE WORD

November 3 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 1-2

Key Verse – John 1:1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING THE WORD

Praise be to God for being the Word Who:
Lights us by His lessons
Loves us beyond our level
Liberates us through His law
Leads us toward His lordship
Looks for us through His lens
Labours with us for His legacy
Listens to us with His language

John 1:36 Praise be to the Lord for helping us
look unto Him as the Lamb of God with His:
Keeping that fuels our service and stewardship
Knowledge that frees us against selfishness
Kingdom that focuses us toward spirituality
Kindness that fills us with His satisfaction
Kingship that frames our faith-stability

John 2:11 Praise be to the Saviour
for manifesting His glory by His: 
Mercy in meeting us midst mystery
Might moving against man’s magic
Miracles magnifying His magnificence 
Majesty marking His managing mandate 
Mission and mandate as our Messiah. Amen!

November 3, 2024

Say it like it is

When Holy Spirit pervades feeble form,
what happens is this, we’re suffused with bliss,
attention transfixed in this benign storm,
blessings bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss.

Rapture releases ego’s to do list,
we abide in awareness self-aware,
engulfed completely in this divine mist,
having chosen with pulse of love to pair.

From a centreless fulcrum, bliss beats rise,
the gong of Om resounds in body urn,
gripping our presence in childlike surprise,
as we become the flame, that does so burn.

Thought rested meditation thus attained,
liberates soul, now from desires unchained.

THE SINGING PARROT

Up above on a pole sat a parrot
Portraying a great attribute
Singing a melody with harmonies
soothing and rejuvenating tune
Singing a song that liberates
Leaving the listener amuse
Picking the soul up from doom.


Beautiful sweet and lovely rhymes
Absolute rhythm just like blues
Wiggling it's colorful wings
Slowly and softly she sangs sadly
Expressing the feelings of solitude
Emotionally drained by loneliness
Showing demeanor of hidden pains.

It sang several hours without hesitating
Hoping for  companion of another to flock 
Patiently lovely tune it sang all day long
Some could hear and some could feel the song
Suddenly came another and whispered faintly
Be my perfect partner, together they flock away.

Positive Portraits

Seasons like emotions fade away.
Where poisonous rain once
blistered susceptible surfaces,
now sapphire skies showcase the saffron sun,
silently soothing somber scars.

Yesterday was a vacant colouring book.
Today is a kaleidoscopic canvas of colours,
illuminating every blank page.
Rainbow rivers stream through my veins,
as eyes paint in positive portraits.

Pen flows like exotic fruit juices,
blending sweet smoothies.
Essence of fruit salad zest,
liberates from a coconut mind.
Psychedelic pineapple heart,
nurtures my mango soul's serenity.

Sentimental sun rays embrace,
soaking warmth deep inside.
Happiness is tranquil like a
pleasant fresh ocean breeze.

I am

In uncontrollable destinies,
fate is visible, signposted with faith.
In limitations of the intangible unforeseen,
tribulations from tangible organisms,
leave a heart yearning to release 
the force from kundalini kismet.

What am I, 
but a speck of dust, 
spinning from nothingness,
composed in a complex analogy,
but more than just a meaningless metaphor.
Pursuing conscience consciousness,
a misunderstood muse in a poetic garden,
sowing seeds for a wallflower soul
to bloom as an orchid in Eden's orchards -
to feel mercy from heavenly raindrops.

A once, dysfunctional mind,
scribbled as an unmetered sonnet,
but with an eagle spirit 
healing from wounded wings,
caged within a circle of sins,
polishing the heart to coexist.
Firmly planting my roots into 
the mouth of mother earth.

Feeding on morsels of
atonement and redemption.
Eternally exploring self-reflection,
wishing internal paths lead to steps 
with simple sentiments of silence.
Hoping illuminative energy liberates,
to ease the adversity of climbing 
towards the zenith of zen -
to flourish in sunflower serenity.

Light-Hearted

Lavender dreams light up my life, as lilac laughter liberates love...

Naked Against the World

Government officials, chasing me 
A peaceful Naked being dance on the street
Woke from a nightmare being chased by blind eyeballs draped in flags, 
City on fire, smokestacks, meat trucks, doctors of insanity.

I came to a decision
Gonna stay here in my Naked skin
I don't think there is a promised land out there anymore,
Gonna stay here in Cap d' Adge, France.

I say some prayers that the children of the world have a future
Where Nudism is accepted and not shyed upon
I ponder to why the human species shy away from something they came with,
Humans keep making this same mistakes over and over. 

Luckily in this era the hate just keeps getting lesser and lesser
But erring on side of the positive 
Put out more awarness about the loving community of Nudists my fellow Nudist,
Put out more faith in Nudism as it liberates.

Stoop To Rise

living light crystallised
descent restriction
ascent to heaven’s 
by crucifixion 

that that confines
also liberates
void centric stance
always celebrates

separation and union
polarity dance
on choosing stillness 
we advance 

life’s a springboard
for ascent
if we grant
love consent

Love Liberates

instincts instigate impulse
draping dream diadems
watering wafting wants
tilling till time teaches
fears freeze freedom
lucid love liberates

Not Yet Who I Would B

Not Yet Who I Would B!

I'm just life's fool (some see) in all my poetry!
My heart leans more toward 'jam,' not posturing "I AM!"
love's faith's more questioning when it feels born to sing.
Rhyme liberates my verse though "blanks" judge it perverse!

It's not "You're Wrong! I'm Right!" for reason soars in flight
not looking for a fight (and both sides love sun's light.)
I'm not mere acolyte (all colors found in white!)

Your thoughts don't tow my line? I promise you'll be fine
with me eternally (fool's lips can't sink the ships
I launch, can't bleach seashells bequeathed to ocean's swells.)
God grant I'm who I'd be until life's done with me!


KK7
May 28th in 2023

Death

Till yesterday I was shown death being portrayed as a romantic and a poetic perspective.
Till yesterday I was being taught;
Death is a new beginning,
Death frees us from our animal spirit,
Death liberates our souls.

But as far as I know we haven't been able to accept death as it is.
We try to paint it with whatever we have and however we can.
We write poetries,we do paintings,we make arts,about death.
We try so badly to reject death.

But according to me death is a cruel joke on our life.
It laughs at the very face of our existence.
It snatches all our dreams in a single blow.
It eliminates all our bucket lists mercilessly.
It cackles at our determination and commitments.
It silences the motion,it ceases life.
I have seen it closely.
But I haven't known how to make peace with it yet.

-Somkhang Pansa

Zen Mode

hemmed in by space 
held captive in time
our silent rebellion
choosing cessation
in a void centric stance
liberates us here and now

24-March-2023

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