Metamorphose Poems - Poems about Metamorphose

Line of inquiry: “being mistook we burnt the book thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest touched by spirit, our body shook by God’s light blest as we undressed” as we metamorphose light lingers all around the heavenly realm one thinks white is boring - is snow? and what of the brightest spirit, is she rainbow, all colors bequeathed at heaven’s behest? the pages and...

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Written: May 23, 2025, for contest by Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: “Being mistook, we burnt the book thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest touched by spirit, our body shook by God’s light blest as we undressed” **************** In the dimness of mirage sequined dreams, Vehemently, we tread thorny streams. We unwittingly drew...

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“being mistook we burnt the book thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest touched by spirit, our body shook by God’s light blest as we undressed” A quiet tremor starts, a hidden crack where old certainties begin to fray. The pages, once so sacred, now are ash, the mistaken words dissolving into gray. No longer tethered to a rigid thought, we settle deep...

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As people, we have begun to change, Incrementally, thoughts rearrange. Are we still the person we once seemed? Or, were our thoughts seduced as we dreamed? Words bandied about of kindness, good, thoughtfulness, we felt we understood, We now discard them, trading for lies, as dollar signs dance before our eyes. Perhaps life imprints each memory, as good or bad, however perceived. Faintly, it's then...

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“being mistook we burnt the book thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest touched by spirit, our body shook by God’s light blest as we undressed” - Anonymous We lead a life that we can look back and be proud of striving to be the best that we can be as we let the future take its course We accept the...

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As we metamorphose away from mumbo-jumbo, we cleave to poetry, abandon prose. Science is the only one that knows. I saw it on “Colombo”. A laptop’s far more useful than a rose. Remember Walden Pond, and when it froze? Or when Aunt Bernadette prepared that gumbo? You won’t forget the north wind when it blows! America’s best movie? If it chose, the Number One would...

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Being mistook, we fed the fire— not just the book, but index too. We toasted doubt on tongues of lyre, then let the ashes write what’s true. Being mistook, we knelt to clocks and worshipped time like temple glass. The hours cracked—we laughed like rocks— immortal fools who let life pass. Being mistook, we drank the rules from chipped old mugs marked “DO” and...

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Inside a chrysalis, a pupa clad in logs, was a home in which to spell and dwell, for my transformation. I slept undressed, surrendered to my fate, as my grubby caterpillar form, dissolved under the doona down covers, with me cocooned inside, a shell within a shell. Too brittle to face the elements, without any camouflage, I sought refuge in...

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light through window as I awaken my shoulder aches but I raise my arm branches in full bloom reach for the sky everything looks the same but my heart knows something’s different my ears ring but lines run through my head before opening the laptop and writing a poem morning stillness but the roommate’s cat comes to me it’s comfort I seek after...

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Child- From today, how will it extend? What lines will it cross, what meanings might it come to hold? Even when meeting many others, the meaning won't always grow complex. Even without a single crossing, there can be depth. There’s no need to hesitate becoming something not yet found anywhere. No need to fear becoming something common. What do you wish others to read in you? On the night the writing is...

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a soft gentle bliss hum rises within holding our soul presence in warm embrace toroidal swirl urging us to plunge in that we imbibe the offerings of grace in timeless time we become the bliss chime which is to say we transform as the flame effervescence of love voicing a rhyme subtle epiphanies that have no name body-mind a vehicle which we drive allotted...

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grazed by spirit, our form is magnetised we vividly sense our aura expand the stillness point within is realised soundless thunder mind cannot understand bliss rises from a centreless fulcrum each node the epicentre of this storm rapture renews gong of the cosmic drum our pristine presence chooses to conform a disc of light above our crown rotates the staff of power within...

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Spirit works upon feeble form, from inside out, birthing a storm, at the very core of each cell, casting upon us a bliss spell, that thus in trance meditation, we entwine with God’s creation, which consciousness does envelope, so as love with love does elope, we are both the this and the that, living light in form, an arhat....

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We’re he who spirit has chosen to christen, transforming within form each and every cell, which reflecting God’s light, sparkle and glisten, synced to rhythm of bliss beats, boding all is well, that thus gentling attention, as we listen, we sense vibrations of Om, the cosmic bell. In time form becomes a flame that has no name; tempest of bliss...

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Physical and soul’s eyes entwine The head ovoid begins to glow Orbiting heart all nodes align As boons of grace God does bestow Light of Self pulsates in our chest Spine acts as a seamless implant Breath by breath we are by God blessed Within resounds the cosmic chant The soles of feet and palms glisten Readied for action when ordained Silence speaks, we gently...

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