Long Adepts Poems

Going not into graphic detail
Of what the scriptures entail
For each meditation 
Upon its delineation
An inscrutable mystery
A fathomless trajectory
Meant for that one spiritual explorer alone
Words mere symbols not etched in stone

It is the subtle essence
Of the...

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The peaceful quiet of the realm was still.
We had reached the summit of the hill.
The sun beating down on us in all its bright,
Adepts were relieved under the cloak of midnight.

We toured lush meadows and...

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we do admit
we anticipated
a loving embrace
from an unseen soul
we’d chosen to befriend
under the cloak of anonymity 
having thus nurtured in our heart
an outpouring of joyful endearment
our impulse although self existent
would yet burst forth into dance
on...

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With a golden circle of life
People swimming in ice
More sheeps than migrants of fife
Supple, jolly faces speaking so nice

A place so safe to reside
Viking's tongue so rich to hide
Lovers of books, elves in skirmish
Folklore of...

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Through the torn surface with edges curled
I writh, through the never ending rift of light.
The torn sheath, its parchment colored white
beckons, surface fears squirm in angst unfurled.
With edges curled, adepts display the night.
I writh, diving...

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We feel soma nectar drip through our throat,
in slow motion, delighting and pleasing,
sound of one hand clapping, in our heart’s moat,
where rapture borne by bliss is unceasing.

The energy grid that loops feeble form,
entwines polarities dancing...

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Voyager 1’s “The Sounds Of Earth”

Eleven billion miles from the sun
a record, golden when it left these parts,
a runaway hit on Voyager One,
at Ophiuchus, sure to top the charts,
will introduce Mozart to other stars,
not to...

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