Long Transmutation Poems
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From base of spine to medulla
And then rising up to vibrant crown
Dipping down to glistening single eye
Over front enlivening throat and heart
Before grazing navel and sacral centres
The magnetic energy loop splits us vertically
As the higher aspect of self propels body form
Positioned along the spinal column, hence hidden
And so we thus literally witness in-form consciousness
Moment to moment, all moments in flow of time entwined
Our soul transmutation thus assimilated, known to us alone
As our bliss drenched presence breathes gently in equanimity
24-December-2022
To be twice born, baptised in the current
Dispelling forever, limitation
Truth of clear light dawns, self-luminescent
Thus enabled by God, for co-creation
First step is, fear and desire cessation
Unshackling self from ego sediment
Choosing death by mind vaporisation
To be twice born, baptised in the current
Magnetised emptiness accords consent
To the renewal of bliss ignition
Luminous self revealed, marking ascent
Dispelling forever, limitation
Through night and day, thus in meditation
Darkness recedes, light becomes apparent
Gods hands shape, our divine transmutation
Truth of clear light dawns, self-luminescent
All we do, is make ego decadent
Each node of our form, in celebration
Vibrant with bliss, our native element
Thus enabled by God, for co-creation
Plunge in the void, without hesitation
That the staff of power, be radiant
Ready for reception and transmission
Gods love and light, within ever present
To be twice born
15-May-2021
As I sit with pen in hand, a canvas of white
A void that begs to be filled with the whispers of my heart
Each word a brushstroke, a color that takes flight
A symphony of emotions, a dance that sets us apart
The weight of ink is crushing, a burden I bear
With every line, a piece of me is laid bare
The vulnerability stings, like a winter's chill air
But still I write, for in the words, I find solace there
In the silence, I hear the echoes of my past
A chorus of memories, a melody that will forever last
Each note a thread, weaving a tapestry so vast
A story of love, of loss, of joy, of sorrow, forever cast
With every phrase, a piece of my soul takes flight
A fragment of my heart, a shard of my inner light
It's a risk, a gamble, to bare my emotions so bright
But in the words, I find a truth, a beauty that ignites
The words flow like a river, a current that's hard to tame
A force that's driven by the emotions that I cannot claim
They swirl and eddy, a whirlpool that's deep and wide
A reflection of my soul, a mirror that won't subside
In the darkness, I find the light, a spark that guides
A beacon that illuminates the path, where my heart resides
The words are a solace, a comfort that abides
A reminder that I'm not alone, that my heart is not divided
The poet's craft is a mystery, a magic that's hard to define
A alchemy of emotions, a transmutation of the heart's design
It's a dance with the unknown, a leap of faith in the dark
A trust that the words will come, and the emotions will embark
With every poem, a piece of me is left behind
A fragment of my soul, a thread of my heart's design
It's a legacy of love, a testament to the human mind
A reminder that we're not alone, that our hearts are intertwined
In the end, it's not just words, but a piece of my life
A reflection of my soul, a mirror that cuts like a knife
It's a risk, a gamble, to bare my emotions so bright
But in the words, I find a truth, a beauty that ignites.
They are not the same person they married
When time was so kind and their hearts were too
In love to notice the flaws they carried.
Our lovers with heads in pillows buried;
Back-to-back like typical strangers do
Who never was the person they married.
Energy across galaxy parried
The telescopes that SETI’s folks peered through;
Hence, the space geeks missed the flaws it carried.
In chromatic eyes, we could with care read –
Midst cyan hair and faces of like hue –
That they were not the same beings they married.
When the fierce winds beat against house harried,
The mates slept back-to-back without a clue
Or unconcerned with the flaws they carried.
Two worlds of experts in theory varied
In how the transmutation could be true,
While new mates ignored the flaws they carried.
“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
(line of inquiry)
Tears fell upon a senseless blank page,
as self-pride suppressed dark vents of rage.
We become silent when words don't engage,
until we are touched by verses from a sage.
Some arrive as a mentor with a mystic gaze,
save us from being misplaced in ego's maze.
As silver serpent skin begins to shed,
we learn to walk a path where the sincere tread.
With poetic expression a tale adorned.
In the early dawn ink's ego was torn.
Quill's rebirth reflecting a radiant sunrise,
evolved the mind to portray sapphire skies.
An alchemist's heart spoke of love's sweet strings.
A melody mutating like butterfly wings.
Vanity cast away, as a cold heart warmed.
A rhapsody of roses with white petals formed.
Emotions weaved words through the veil of time,
in a fusion of metrically composed rhyme.
With each beat, a rhythm of stanzas poured.
In the canvas of life a masterpiece concurred.
In union, poetry whispers through the air,
cosmic swirls only honest poets share.
As ego dies, speech become a divine exchange.
Souls ignite when toxic thoughts begins to change.
Dear Thursday
though you are a day yet hours away,
yet let me love you.
I write to you from inside a skull
because Wednesday can be hollow and bony
as you well know.
Though you are as yet untried
I am this man of great faith,
not unlike those earlier alchemists
with their gathered elements about them,
their cauldrons and scales,
their mystic science brewing
into crescendos of disappointment, yet
always working towards one more day,
a transmutation to gold.
My heart is in an attic under a dome today
and I write this way so you will know
that love is not a stranger to me,
even though I work alone in the dark bone,
I look toward you with great love.
Dear Thursday, a bright window has appeared,
has materialized, formed I think
from these laden words.
It is full of light and delight dear Thursday,
this Wednesday has bloomed
as a lotus will from the dark mud, and while
I shall always be faithful to you
my dearest Thursday
I must go now for the sun is rising,
a bird in a golden tree sings for me this day,
dear Thursday,
and not you.
Inspired by the new way... Our way!
Blessings, Love and Light.
You are a Miracle in Action
By Michelle Morris
17/05/2025
In a world where everything is rushed
Slow down...
Don't get sucked into this Matrix
Don't be fooled by the daily grind
Too many of us were taught to work hard
To give up freedom and dreams
To give up creativity and curiosity
All for the sake of jobs and things
Those companies we worked hard for
Those managers we showed loyalty to
They gave us up in less than a heartbeat
Put profits and greed before Values or Truth
Those governments we trusted
People in power who pretended to know better
They let us down time and time again
Until we're here - a world of chaos and endings
You are not in the Matrix
(Unless you choose to stay there)
You are not disposable
(Unless you never choose your own Path)
Take a moment or many today
Slow down and feel your heartbeat
Slow down and feel your emotions
Slow down and surrender to your Joy
Feel everything you want to feel
Feel everything you need to feel
Feel everything you long to know
Feel everything that will help you grow
Let that process lead your way
Let the transmutation of emotions happen
Let your Heart and Soul heal your Being
Look inwards and know your Meaning
What is your Truth?
What is your Path?
What is your Purpose?
What is your Task?
You are here for a reason
You may have forgotten but it's there
Deep inside your Soul
It's waiting to be ignited and shared
Slow down and surrender
Slow down and choose it now
Slow down and know you are protected
Slow down and embrace your Crown
The blessings that you seek
Those things that will raise your vibration
It's all part of your Magic
Because you are a Miracle in Action
So, in a world where everything is rushed
Slow down and surrender it all
Feel free, feel the Light, release the Darkness
And let your Soul glow evermore
© Michelle Morris, 2025
As the rod of living pulsating light
Humming with energy does magnetise
The elixirous divine current of delight
Manifests joy within we cannot describe
Imagine polarities within in divine union
An intimate lingering lovers caress
Fusion causing a slow motion explosion
Renewal of rapturous bliss climax
As one of the limbs of Shivas attributes
Divine bliss liberates & captivates
Love in love with love reflexively resolute
The seductive dance within elates
Thus becoming a transmutation heavenly
Hollowed out empty form ignited
As the explosion renews within continuously
Bliss hypnotic holds us delighted
04-August-2020
Self luminescent, sparking light, soft white
Flashing forth, a healing, loving presence
Vibrancy unbound, present day and night
Truth known to inner sight of innocence
The all that is, already is, complete
The void of silence reveals Gods secrets
Hidden in plain view, as we meet and greet
Shines forth in brilliance, judging not merit
As softened attention, with love aligns
Transmutation of lower mind enabled
One with oneness and one with the divine
False falls away, no agenda tabled
Oh hermit! Know that nothing need be done
There are no others; all hearts beat as one
24-February-2021
dusk settles on an Anglican Shrub
vespertine is downy down upon the vertical horizon
spring like frost is unraveling
toward a sunset on its late afternoon decline
at this stage of early-black twilight
a cygar shaped delirium is seeding
its exotic fragrance sweetly empowering
will linger until the crack of dawn
tenderly grown staked and supported
the poisonous angel scrumpet trumpets
a crepuscule's sundown into darknness
a pitch illumination begging to brighten
bathed in orange moire reflecting
by her petaled drowsiness unfurling
a day dream and a nightmare
time travel in tandem
lying dormant now in a trance
like flesh inside a nutshell
vespertine pulls away from early-bright
she's never this reflective in the sunlight