Lucid Poems - Poems about Lucid

Surrounded by immortal elders at the at the door to heaven I hear a voice of silence whispering in a solemnly tone. That we have been blinded by the aesthetic fallacy Planted hemlock leading to eternal mortal as a price A warning from moses' will be witnessed before it's time to rise I'm traumatic and terrified, I close my...

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haiku : van Gogh sunflower souls speak we hail our genius, true sight ~ lucid mind coloured ...

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Too many bruises to recall the story of my scars. Surviving all these disasters: an invaluable blessing. Remaining whole in this jungle where liars, hypocrites, and impostors thrive. No joy in shining through cowardice, submission, and betrayal. A procession of zealous traitors, blinded by hatred. Always on edge since the placenta, like a child soldier forced to adapt to human savagery. Most of my wounds are invisible. Sometimes forced to accept the darkness of my shadows. A gesture of charity to hope for...

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Slipping into sleep, we see the tumbler fall, poised in stillness, remaining fully aware, surfing astral realms, standing within them tall, single eye seeing through illusions threadbare, whence we pause flow of thought causing this dream squall, that Self as living light, with God’s love may pair. We then come back the way we went, stage by stage, as begins a new...

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Your treasured memory flashes like a falling star from my mind's eternal sky It creates cosmic time loops where spirits from the tomb gather While old conversations, like white snow, falls As time no longer flies With such glitz and glamour And whenever I see your face amongst others again in that time loop As in,...

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Abstractions rely on the manifest, as immanent souls too seek transcendence, providing for presence a merry fest, realising life’s interdependence. Negating nothing, embracing the all, in is-ness of the now, we just allow influx of bliss mists wherein we stand tall, knowing, not naming, the eternal Tao. All mental concepts to us are the same, for we are now poised in the vibrant void, awaiting...

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I awoke from Illness at the age of forty-five, calm and lucid, In reasonable health, with a weakened liver and a face of borrowed flesh, The sunrise made its way through the window, settling on my shoulders like a veil, As if, stepping out of the fog of suffering, I had entered a world forgotten for its beauty. My...

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(“Dark Pool of Light Nebula”, 2011, original oil) The Space of Dreams The space of dreams is a mysterious place. Where exactly is it? Some would quickly say Only within the neural nets of our brains, Where dream memories are stored, But to say the dream itself is also there Seems far too limiting. In dreams I have certainly been in familiar scenes With...

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In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites I ruminate— no longer a singular entity but a disjointed duality my quintessence a quivering quasar ...

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Given that spirit can assume any form, the manifestations that in dreams appear, may conceal intent, appearing to be warm, revealing their true colours, as they draw near, so be it a placid lake or a dark storm, if our eye be single and heart free from fear, God in us embraces, God in shape beheld, that so emoting love, darkness is...

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In a lucid dream, which seemed so real, atop a hill I saw monks, in deep trance and although their eyes were closed, I could feel, dance of living light, in their bodies prance. Wonderment being my heart’s undertone, silent bliss thunder pervaded my form, etched deep within my core, so mine to own, thus in timeless time, I became the storm. I...

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Last night I dreamt that I was dancing in soft foggy mists designed in pearly bows, frolicking from thin fluffy silver waves- blanketing moonlit skies within hour less hills and jasmine fields free flowing through blue bliss lakes, in lucid motions, as seamless ripples reflect a sweet rhapsody of a golden rose sprouting amidst glistening rays, as I name mauve...

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My heart throbs fast while panic does linger on beholding child who frees himself from wheelchair there soaring high toward triumph against pain devoid of spasm midst sweet smile, running gladly… then I awake to thank the Lord* for peace-glow. *Psalms 136:1 136 O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for...

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If we be complete, bliss drenched, head to feet, why then do we choose, to betray our muse? From heaven to earth, opting for rebirth, to replay refrains, that heart love ingrains. Life’s a dream of course, yet we feel remorse, so descend to feel hurts that we may heal. An easier way, is to sit and pray, letting go of thought, that’s ego begot. Sans thought, ego dies, soul flies to...

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There is a vendetta of thoughts going on within me But how do I air it out? I fear if I may orate it, not all might give me their ears If I may scribble it, not all might scroll their eyes over it. How do I say all the things within me? Then I let go of these lucid...

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