Rispetto Poems | Rispetto Examples

What was once important is now mundane, since we look neither ahead nor behind, resplendent in light of Self, free from stain, with pulsations of divine will aligned. There is no time, yet dream images flow, enlivening existence with their glow and yet they are but shimmers in the void, orbiting our heart, pure and unalloyed....

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We feel God’s hand placed right over our head, His grace in-pouring through the fontanel and as we are in this manner spoon-fed, bliss rapture rises boding all is well. There’s no urgency for soul to ascend, for there remain no goalposts to defend, as breath by breath we behold in surprise, the dance divine taking us to new highs. ...

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There are no moments which we need to count, because we dwell in the eternal now, with no fears or desires left to surmount, as bliss mists rise within, which we allow. With vibrant emptiness as now the norm, as we’re swathed in currents both cool and warm, we are as we are, at peace and complete, drenched in sublime bliss mists,...

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Flow of God’s life force, in this form of dust, enables us to ink the void with love, requiring but we discard deeds unjust, that boons of grace may in-pour from above. Innate joy of heart ushers bliss delight, that as we embark on a wingless flight, there is in us no fear, since God is near, speaking as conscience, whose whispers...

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We yield to heart’s innate urge to create, whilst recognising we’re not the doer, that as veil of maya we penetrate, there remains no delusion of grandeur. Refrains replay on the canvas of time, a wispy ladder of smoke, which we climb, magic on display, making earth life play, as rapture rises within, day by day....

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We can soften attention when we like, resting thought flow in tranquil stillness slow, invoking grace that bliss rapture may spike, leaving our presence vibrant and aglow. Sensing strobes of bliss within form humming, music of the spheres in each node strumming, we dissolve in the flame, willing to burn, that our soul ascends in mind-body urn....

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Swimming in the ocean of vibrations, heart delights on display of sound and light, where as we imbibe blissful sensations, the rapture renewing by day and night, breath by breath we observe ego dissolve, vaporising that our soul may evolve, by embodying God’s light in this form, sensed vividly as a magnetic storm....

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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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When recognition dawns that life’s a dream, within which we have assumed our life role, by cessation of thought spirals that stream, we see we’re living light scriptures extol. Affirming that we are not body-mind, we then can leave fears and desires behind, upon which by befriending the vast void, we reclaim soul’s light pure and unalloyed....

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how still is our stillness betwixt bliss beats with attention fixated in the play rapture refrain that breath by breath repeats is-ness of being-ness that’s here to stay resting thus as awareness self-aware God tends to our needs so why should we care we’re beyond definitions and labels for we’re the flame spoken of in fables...

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The weight of silence, a heavy unseen stone, A heart that aches with words it cannot speak. A hollow echo where joy once was known, A shadowed path, the lonely and the weak. The tears unshed a river held inside, A fragile spirit where true feelings hide, A silent sorrow that consumes the soul. A broken vessel yearning to be whole. The ghosts...

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The heart remembers what the present lacks, A golden hue upon a bygone scene, Though time has moved and left its fading tracks, A phantom touch, where joy had brightly been. That sweet ache lingers, ever keen and fierce, For moments in between, a wish whispers, A yearning deep for what will never be, The life we lived and...

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The painted swings now rusted in the breeze, A silent playground where no laughter rings. The faded murals on the peeling trees, A broken carousel where no joy springs. The whispered secrets, lost in tall dry grass, The empty sandbox where small hands would pass, A fading echo of a carefree time. A shadowed memory in life's harsh climb. The dreams we held,...

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The threads we wove now frayed and torn apart, A silent space where laughter used to bloom. A whispered name, a ghost within my heart, The empty chair, a shadow in the room. The paths we walked diverging in the night, The stars above bear witness to our plight, A fading echo of a shared embrace. A lonely journey in this desolate...

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As light of Self encased in organic form, keeping this remembrance always in focus, we’re poised in stillness in each and every storm, expanding our heart along the love locus. Save this awareness no practice is needed, for when love as the voice of God is heeded, all doings in our life are done by His hand, which in surrender, soul does...

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