Rima Poems - Poems about Rima

unsteady are our steps, for we are inept, so simply shifting into the vibrant void, with the glue of attachment no longer kept, we are no longer by dark desires decoyed, since thoughts before they arise, we intercept, in time revealing light of Self unalloyed, which although we always were, are and will be, becomes a recognition that sets soul free...

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there were times when I did not understand him times when I fought with my heart, to remember time would not forget the days that were so grim it wouldn’t be that long, just before December he would tell us that love had come to his life years after this, I’d see that stirring ember sparks of hope divine to heal...

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Bound so tight with your silken love tends to excite that wild beast within. The dark of a crow and light of a dove. This collaboration I’m eager to begin, you leave me breathless and sweating. I fall hard for that overtly masculine grin. Your wet growl leaves me anticipating, it echoes the tempo that haunts me. Don’t say this is a game...

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Hebrews 13:5 “Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” (fiction like a chocolate chip cookie - with morsels of truth) he left my mother, when I was just a child she was left broken, with fearless abandon lessons came...

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Melding with silence, formless soul presence feels, soundless thunder, the sound of one hand clapping, borne by bliss magnetism, touch divine that heals each cell of form, be we awake or napping, piercing veil of space, which light of Self conceals, our heavenward return, gently so mapping. Along with the thunder, comes rapture unbound, breath by breath as we tip toe on...

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Given that God alone is the all there is and all manifestations are but a dream, to find out who we are is then not a quiz, for as we are bathed in light of love’s moonbeam, from our heart bursts forth, a thunderous bliss fizz, whence we see this world is not as it does seem. When our eye is...

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We navigate life's stanza's quirky rhyme, as through obscuring fog we strain to see two well worn roads on the landscape of time. One leads through the mist of what's yet to be, revealing lofty mountains we will climb, and a grown prince and princess, you and me. Images, sometimes false and sometimes true, we discern what will...

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whatever be our fate in this dream template it matters not to Self, which is living light time is an illusion and so we can wait seeing the dream unfold by day and by night as long as bliss magnetism does not abate we remain rapturous in drunken delight be this as it may, there must be a purpose of our presence...

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The cosmic egg splits, wherefrom two forms emerge, the polarities of Self, male and female, who seek to unite as of soul’s innate urge, so descending from head to heart, they set sail, where their union results in a bliss upsurge, after which the brew of dark desires seems stale. Likening head to ego and heart to God, we stoop to conquer,...

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The child grew up, then one day he flew away, memory of siblings totally erased and so it does reman till this very day, of his indifference remaining unfazed, ignoring parents on whose lap he did play. Methinks in meadows of love he has not grazed, so he is a cripple, living in the dark, yet to sense the light, on soul’s...

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INTERVIEW WITH AN ANGEL Way back then, Noah had clearly read the signs Here and now, so very few of us are left I’m Goliath, frontman for the Philistines Without my trusty visor, I am bereft But I am very tall, and not a small ‘un With his sling, David did seem to be so deft There are a lot of rumours...

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We’re he who spirit has chosen to christen, transforming within form each and every cell, which reflecting God’s light, sparkle and glisten, synced to rhythm of bliss beats, boding all is well, that thus gentling attention, as we listen, we sense vibrations of Om, the cosmic bell. In time form becomes a flame that has no name; tempest of bliss...

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Wherefrom arises will and steadfast resolve, in this body apparatus made of dust and if we’re not this form, who does evolve, given that body-mind will return to earth’s crust, perhaps a jigsaw puzzle mind cannot solve, as we yet labour shifting toward pathways just? Rotating polarity, the truth is known, upon transmuting as love and light full blown....

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HAPPILY DISCONTENT One may wish to own a JW Turner The art of art is the skill of knowing And recognising every good earner The online market for art is growing Yet it is more my greed I must quell One needs a real space for showing With my few fake Masters left to sell I found a gallery, as credibility counts For a...

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with the staff of power illuminated a flame that surges forth from our very core dance of vibrance signals heart is elated as all nodes within form thus begin to soar the truth of Self within us so created osmotically penetrates every pore that eternal presence anchored in this form becomes the epicentre of God’s bliss storm...

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