Mysticism Poems - Poems about Mysticism

Mystic dancer in the firelight, spinning, swirling as her soul takes flight, chasing spirits on an astral plane and catching them to call by name. Perspiration beads on her skin, arms spread like wings of her peregrine, bracelets jingle and scatter light and she dances late into the night. Drummers beat out a strong tattoo, her tempo quickens, her heartbeat too, as visions spiral around...

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Her body becomes a chapel opened by flame, arched in surrender to a light too holy for flesh. The angel smiles (soft and deliberate) as if he knows ecstasy is edged with death. She breathes not air but radiance, each gasp a half-formed prayer. Her ribs open like shutters and eternity bursts in...

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"Perfect Couple" He was the fire from distant skies, With storm-born soul and ancient eyes. A sailor turned sage, bold and wise, Who walked with gods and heard their cries. She came like twilight on the sea, A hush of grace, serenity. Soft in her step, strong in her gaze,...

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Queen of Heaven, Lady of Solitude, Sovereign of the Universe, Opener of the Way, Mistress of Angels, Hail, O Builder of the Universe, Graceful mysterious rose, Refuge from despair, Gate of Dawn Whence light is born Whom all in heaven see As fairest of the fair and Strongest of the strong. Hail, O First Cause, O Crown and Throne, Soil and Flower, Aether and the Sea, Dragon-quelling Slayer of demons...

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Arzhang, the mirror of sublime wonder Not the manmade clamour of a corpus But beauty to make all split asunder Beauty: Purposiveness without purpose To prove to all trapped life, including us To ascend past the black clouds of reason To the Pleroma, with its sublime sun The source of every beauty in the...

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Peter went downwards Onto a bed of black mud To rest his filled mind From questions of the cold wind And prayed to the Son For the burning white fire He was thus blinded Briefly by a burning light He opened his eyes And saw Jesus on the tree Nailed, bleeding, dying So,...

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I am being born again and again From above Not from the will of men And in these births is one aching desire to connect with you my sister, my bride I'll never have another Lover I've always had infinite lovers My awareness has contracted In order to expand explosively Come and drink with me Let us have our fill of love Intoxicating Our spirits touching...

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My head bowing Whispering tongues Breathing silence...

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ancient Aztec communication mask with her brilliant fluorescent lines comes alive in the deepest recesses of the caves unseen by humans revered by spirits of the otherworld mysticism is afoot...

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Mashoq jay razi na hovay nach kay manana painda Jay tun bhalu nu manana pehlay sain nu manaa Jhalya bhalu manana sokha sain manana aukha Nach kay sain nu mana pavain loki akhan kanjar Jhalya bhalu manana sokha sain manana aukha Jay tun bhalu nu manana pehlay sain nu manaa Mashoq jay razi na hovay nach kay manana painda....

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I dreamed I was hanging out with Darroll near the train station. We entered a prison cafeteria and ate lunch. Then we looked in a junk store and I found two really cool vintage iron tools which I gave Darroll for his rusty iron tool collection (which, in my dream, he had). At some point...

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Her inner knowing kept her apart from the others not that she was better but she was hyper vigilant more aware of their dangers she sensed their meanness being an empath boded well being a healer and an empath was a double whammy she felt more strongly than many others She had to protect herself a bit She was a life-long learner, inquisitive enthusiastic...

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Stonehenge sang to me. Singing stone-age ancestors. ...

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I found my love in granules, In father of manuals, On 13th of annual, In teacher of Samuel. I am drunk, still awake to drink his elixir of love. I pass out, and return to life like flying dove. In his literature, I am the best of the buff. In lonely cold nights, I escape with his love as ****. Kill my activity, Stole...

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mysticism loved herself sharing optimism with oaks natural ethereal magic...

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