God Ottava Rima Poems

We here now, one with oneness, immersed in life,
recognise we have chosen to live in form,
that seeing God in each face, we be love rife,
manifesting...

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Yes, there’s a legend of which we wish to speak,
who though remains unknown is the pulse we own,
our soul ignorant, yet touch of God does...

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 “Discard oh hermit, sermons of the preacher ~
Know that silence alone, is our true teacher”
~ quote by poet 


When we sit in staid stillness,...

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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...

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In as felt and so known, the breath of God
rises from root to crown, in a straight line;
the central axis in mind-body pod,
having nothing at...

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Owing to a pact we made long ago,
God’s angel appeared to us in disguise,
offering to restore light we’d let go,
arising from our life choices unwise
but...

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Looking at flow of life as a seamless whole
and feeling within, polarities mingle,
as we joyously play out our ordained role,
the eye of soul in our...

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glass of wine at our elbow, i-pad in hand
we pen a verse although there is no one here
in the vibrant void our presence takes its...

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“may refining consciousness layer by layer
be our pristine childlike heart’s, breath by breath prayer”
           ...

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Sin is but ignorance, so let’s erase it,
by examining where lies the root of thought
that lamp of eternal truth be in us lit.
Fear mirrors desire,...

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Events as they precipitate, big or small
are dwelt not upon since we now realise,
that fate as it unfolds, soul’s eye can recall,
is merely a replay,...

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God’s open secrets are hidden in plain sight,
sacred geometry within and around,
His breath keeping us alive by day and night
but we know not the source,...

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If we know ourself, we’ll know the universe
but if our inquiry seeks to go in deep,
recognising touch divine does not rehearse,
we begin by letting musings...

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Can scribes feel nothing, in spite of Psalms' convicting songs?
Or can the godly err, if righteousness prohibits wrongs?
Can the priests sacrifice, though they profane God's...

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Whilst shrouded in dark dungeons of deep despair,
in monk mode, soul choosing therein to be still,
plunges deeper into the void, as a dare,
feeling, not thinking,...

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