Musings Poems - Poems about Musings

mellow musings of tropical paradise coconut lagoon posted on April 22, 2025...

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underneath the rare glimmer of a ...

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In August of year nineteen sixty-eight, I was a young healthy man of twenty eight, and had been told that I had cancer. God had struck the match that set my fields on fire. Upon realizing that I could not pay for my sins, I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior. I acknowledged His death on the cross, on...

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What is poetry but harnessing the thing of grace that's most dear to us and crave most to embrace What is poetry but expressions of the heart when lovers suffer from being torn apart What is poetry but the voice of pain the undertaking that keeps you sane What is poetry but outright fascination born from godlike power of creation AP: Honorable Mention...

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how may currents carry us as long as we choose to resist which involuntarily we always do by virtue of identification with form our striving is volition cessation too is volition by virtue of employing will to execute our heart’s desire merely thinning out of conditioned ego though it lets us see through the mist yet merely wallows in the shallows by insistence on retaining control if...

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What’s on the old mind tonight the good old frontal cortex the ole gray matter ~ not that it does… ...

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yesterday's dreams drop by,waving goodbye,lost in a sigh...

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Do you believe in aliens? I do. Not the type that are green with big black eyes and tentacles, But the ones that are just like you and me They sit imprisoned in classrooms And worry about bleaching their hair And if red lipstick will match their dress And where their next meal will come from. A normal life on a normal planet In...

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is sentience a curse if we feel God’s breath breathing all forms and is innocence heart’s weakness as bliss magnetism organic form storms...

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in ambedo trance we wished the sun of joy would never set but it did since the matrix is designed to bind us with mind remorseless and unapologetic as we decay … is the flow of time as...

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A shuffle of leaves in a childs dream The illusion is in believing The scorched Moon prevacarates Hope is its own ignition (like splitting the atom) Restless winter music plays musing in the air Welcome back our tales As they reenter the foray warming our hearts over bare windows ...

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Line of inquiry: truth imbibed awaits assimilation we feel it in our bones in time dissolved meditation ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the forest’s trees, though asleep, at twilight they silently seek the stars who softly weep glorious oaks with their gentle leaves so bright laugh and tell tales of the mountains so steep in the forest I glimpse a fanciful tune written by the moss, the pines and...

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One day whilst idling in blissful repose, soul chose to activate its lower mind, inquiring of it fulcrum of a rose, in as love’s scent that cannot be divined, which each of us feel when warmth in heart grows, in moments when we are divine aligned. The ego blushed, for it could not reply, unable to define why lovers sigh....

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Morning Musings Miracle Man 1/2/2025 Morning thoughts drift, seeking guidance or direction. Unsure of destination, they fend off deflection. Hoping 2025 will be as tasteful, as some newly concocted confection. Also, thoughts that might tempt, are quickly met with rejection. ...

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Abandoned desires adrift in the void, yet possess some life like dying ember but if the heart be pure and unalloyed and light of Self within, we remember, doing nothing at all we dismember lower vibrations in which we engaged, which have been now by divine light upstaged....

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