Piercing Poems - Poems about Piercing

We notice space flicker, signalling that we can penetrate the veil of emptiness, by softening attention, in a stillness continuum, animated by our pure intent, to awaken within this lucid dream. Gently laying to rest, labours of mind, by shifting from thinking to feeling, poised in awareness unblinking, putting on pause flow of time, without employing force, we get to the source, amazed to see no less than face of God....

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Sans thought who are we as identity, whence free from fear chains no ego remains? That which never was dies in the thought pause, wherein soul’s reborn, ushering truth’s dawn. What’s there to be said when bliss beats are bred? Pheromones mingle and our eye’s single....

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The night is not my own Reality is not here, it's not there. Is it real? The wind sounds like waves Is it some distant waves crossing on the shore Or is it just the trees whisper ways back and forth? Slow down mind Slow down mind Slow down mind Piercing thoughts, race like the horse with no end in sight Do...

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My soul, a wandering ship on piercing emerald seas, floats aimlessly, As the healing minutes trickle like sand from a broken hourglass, and I thirst for one last moment of respite. I am a prisoner between the dewdrops of twilight, bound with invisible chains to the grave of withered flowers, Dragging frozen memories through the frozen hours, like silent ghosts. Pale stars melt...

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Following heart, we sing our song, recontouring vastness of space, whose refrain is the cosmic gong, showering boons bestowed by grace. The veil of space slowly thins out, unable to handle bliss heat, revealing God’s light from beyond, that removes from our mind all doubt, as polarities meet and greet, forging with love, a lifelong bond. Such secrets hidden in plain sight are revealed on soul’s...

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Ebb and flow of tides in fabric of space, first appear as light flickers from beyond but in time the blink rate slows down its pace, as presence forges with the void a bond. Spherical sight enables cognition of light of Self shimmering in the sky and embodying it is our mission, in time dissolved silence, before we die. We see entire space,...

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Living light crystallised, enjoys the immersion in the world of contrast, although deep down it knows, illusions will not last. Living light crystallised, in bondage to ego, hemmed in by body-mind, obtains freedom upon being joyful and kind. Living light crystallised, is here to grow in love, transformed by a bliss burn, seeing God in all forms, as soul’s eye does discern....

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veil of space though subtle falls away the shimmer may be seen when we’re still what’s real what’s valid we know not...

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as silence layers silence in time dissolved staid stillness we sense ripples in the void wherein our soul is centred simply present in agendaless vibrance attentive and receptive not only to the words but meanings assigned by murmurs of heart translated by the mind a symbolic representation of light as it is imbibed and assimilated osmotically by our formless presence as a soundless reverberation sublime whose refrains...

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In the shadowed field, the night breaks into a cacophony of cries, sharp and piercing. A pack of coyotes, voices tangled in hunger and triumph, sings a chilling lullaby in the darkness. Their song, a harbinger of life meeting its end, echoes through our open bedroom window, a reminder of the wildness that prowls just beyond the reach of our porch light. Somewhere,...

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There is a higher being one that chooses to speak the truth through us To not believe is a grave disobedience parallel to disobeying the word in the new covenant the circle is complete You must take this wound and cover it for what it's worth as part of the whole body inflicted and...

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Lies tempt souls to hate and fight peace Lies corrupt and tensions increase Lies strike at the heart To rip lives apart Tearing at sane minds, piece by piece...

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With Blades I have drawn In my restless sleep I linger in the past Were my souls Dry husks of horrors Are cast Each one an image in time The dead feelings have no life Each blade cuts the dead life away Like dried skin tattooed with history. I have drawn sharp blades in sleepless nights. They are cast in the infernos of my Tortured mind. Furnaces...

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Gently caressing the air with long branches Giving hope to the hand of the Creator Gliding gently past dreadful avalanches Emerald pine, white birch and trees much greater Enlighten hearts who long for the earth’s insights Encouraging leaves who fall a bit later Sunshine dawns to touch the earth with tender lights Sinking into the rich, dark earth filled with shame Singing to...

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For Jean Owens, a woman with a powerful spirit, who passed today, one of the four people who understood me. I am very blessed, but in grief today. My poet friends, I embrace you! haiku There! a single young dandelion weed grows piercing through mid-street my hope ————————————————————— (c) sally young eslinger 1/30/21 I Shout to...

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