Practice Poems - Poems about Practice

Though as witness consciousness sans desire, we dwell in this form, so we are hemmed in, tendencies of the past stifling soul’s fire, birthing deep delusion, to our chagrin. With silence alone offering reprieve, poised therein we ask ego to beg leave, that thus in God’s presence we may awake, since dear hearts, our soul’s freedom is at stake....

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that soul feels whole we extol love controlling lust...

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There are many genuine , good and kind people in our world Who’s kindness, empathy and good deeds are apparent Who give and help those in need without expectation Their authentic , selfless, humble souls transparent There are also those who voice all the right words Yet their words and actions do not coincide Outwardly spouting graciousness and compassion Yet their...

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The present prince of Prussia prances proudly With preaching priests, while prattling proles suppress The primal pressure to prank the pretext Of proper praise for the precious primate....

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Prayer as sober as glow of each new day, it fuels potency of faith. Reflect, reclaim pursuit of peace, feel the simmering of your soul. As cool as envisioned course of action, nothing is left to chance. Cruise with ease into your mornings, flick no unfriendly light. Take time to be...

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theory theoretical, empirical assuming, questioning, predicting hypothesis, principle, discipline, tradition ...

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The poet is a physician of sorts tending care to the physical of his craft -- His patients, the hearts and souls of humanity -- Latching belts on sleds of words a-summit he descends, precariously no safe tracks when in lyric free-fall Altitudes and scathing depths are the wails and screeches of his siren journey down -- when and where, a dicey pit...

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“When I started counting my blessings, my whole world turned around” -Willie Nelson Life has been good even with all its ups and downs. However, I believe the last few...

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I was startled by what I had seen, neighbors’ kids on my porch looking mean. I said, “Boys, you scared me!” They responded with glee: “Good! We’re practicing for Halloween.” ...

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Pause before action and after action pause, reviewing first the play of cause and effect, double checking whether it obeys love’s laws, doing at all times, as conscience does direct and if this be our practice, in time heart thaws, erasing from our soul, vibrations suspect. Thus with an open heart and an unclenched fist, invoking grace, we’re by Divine Mother kissed....

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Instinctively following scent of delight, in as that pulsation that does not abate, in staid stillness, soul attained zenith like height, teleported by love straight to heaven’s gate, suffused in bliss mists thus by day and by night, invoked by yearnings of our childlike heart chaste. As we can see there is nothing to be done, save recognising that God and soul...

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bemused by illusions we free ourself simply by looking at myriad vibrations crystallised as forms including ourself recognising its untruth on a relative scale space seems motionless although it too flickers which we notice the light that lights all lights God’s radiance eternal is the only reality all else is false ephemeral remembering this as often as we can is our spiritual practice which but requires of us that we...

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A million emotions arose in our heart, all at once and each was so vividly clear defying translation, thus mind failed to start, paving way for light of wisdom to appear. Melding with the sunset, we became the sky, since we froze frame of time, before heart could sigh, thus feeling each flicker of dying ember, truth of soul’s light, we began...

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focus pivoted in the void pristine presence self-aware we are not by thoughts decoyed with the all that is in this way we pair the key knowing is that there’s no one here all that that is is omnipresence of God dream forms appear and disappear heart is by touch of love thawed...

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‘I, me, my, mine’ are the words to avoid, presupposing from God separation; it’s best we dissolve ego’s head ovoid in the void, a sacred consecration. Breath by breath we need to remind ourself, that body-mind is but an interface and by God’s grace life plays out by itself, as each impulse we release and embrace. Being both immanent and transcendent, we are living...

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