Mapping Poems - Poems about Mapping

Lunar alabaster gleams beneath the void The infant’s mind is carved in stone Neural patterns branch like frost across the barren surface Face recognition etched in marble relief The first spark of knowing Sound waves frozen into rings echo mother's silent song Small fingertip grooves map first touch sensation then the human footprints vanish, art remains...

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Paradox In the telling of A story may Transform the story.. A map Is not separate From the territory.. It can and cannot Be a guide... The territory Cannot be mapped But maps Nevertheless Appear to serve A story's need For a move to Chicago... Separation and mapping Are not two.....

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on befriending silence we discovered deep truths of existence unravelling with light of our true being uncovered we found Self in the vast void travelling Self as living light, vibrant and aglow dwells in time dissolved peace, feeling complete yet love, wisdom and power does not know though undoubtedly synced with God’s heartbeat poised as such, we set up an intent wave to...

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Veins of mist web and thicken to a clotted stutter of images slipping from words into a fog of quiet from where a finger traces lines in air as if mapping what has been lost finally widening to a circle taking in all of you....

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Methinks it's time for me to create A rhyme. My marbles have been scrambled and Methinks it's quite a crime. To lose the grand red Highway running athwart my mind. all my T's and F's and Z's are running amuck. It is the Amygdala's disambiguation Messing up my brain. I was making such amazing progress! I was starting to achieve, Intrigued I am - about...

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Pathless Inward journey Yearning for God connect Stillness continuum the way Blissful 01-December-2020...

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Not revisiting what is but building upon on an as is where is basis, moment to moment, thus gently flowing, realising oneness of consciousness, we remain poised in silence and stillness. As we shift from grasping to connecting, in a continuum meditating, limited ego begins to recede, our heart opens to receiving Gods blessings as we be aligned in thought, word and deed. 22-November-2020...

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map your geography, rewrite your cartography course and horizon...

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Mapping my final ride to the other side Oh how I want to feel like I have arrived Seeing so many good reasons why I have survived Like I have climbed the highest mountain totally revived Believing in myself knowing I will not be denied Dreaming of my God that makes me so satisfied Doing what I had to do so...

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Mind Mapping I wandered lonely through my mind on a day trip with a map, an Ordnance Survey Map with details. The people and places hidden there all greeted me, old friends and old haunts neatly stacked and filed in memory. A Mind Map leads to thinking, processing, calculating and developing. How does it work, this neural network? I sought after my soul and found it...

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My heartbeat echoes a motionless metronome With only an offshore wind to bring it back home Inside my mind the weight of my thoughts drone At once setting the mood the moment the tone Tracing every wall branding every surface with marks This is no longer the sheltered haven where my mind parks I try recall what sent us out of...

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By sea, air or land, a map is at hand To find your way through Beat motorway blues GPS locate, not wanting to be late Motorway lanes signposted for speed To A roads and B routes, destined to lead Atlas for certain the world it will open With continent size distorted for guise Longitude, latitude, GMT atlas use From trains track the scenery Through towns,...

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It sounded so cool, coming from the master wordsmith there on the cover of "Poets and Writers". didn't he look like he knew? White hair and beard, impeccable, black turtleneck, coarse cloth overcoat, turned out, casual and desciplined. More like mapping the magi or apping the magus. Maybe lassoing the ocean. Ma, put the pin in Gina. Look for the ion in nation. Start small yet the boundaries are so...like an...

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