Royal Poems - Poems about Royal

He wore no mask of murder’s face, No blade was in his hand, But still they called his love a crime, And could not understand. He kissed a boy with poet’s grace, The courts replied: “He’s banned.” They cast him in a narrow cell, Where joy must learn to die. He’d loved too much, and not too safe: Too deep, too true, too high. And...

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Let the gong of Om arise by itself, without a need to employ egoic will, that recognising living light of Self, love’s peace dove perches on soul’s window sill, whence we sip soma nectar to heart’s fill. In our native element, drenched with bliss, our heart feels complete, with nothing amiss....

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The cosmic egg, Hiranyagarbha sleeps, which simply means we’re yet to awaken, in as hatch out of the womb, when grace seeps, that balanced polarities when shaken, recognise that soul’s never forsaken, descending to heart, which is God’s abode, imbibing bliss, thus paying Him an ode. In case these terms mystify, just know this, that our soul’s light, is in form crystallised and...

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desire the cause of energy leakage with ego focusing on outcomes sought making presence tense, quivering in rage whereas in cessation, desires are naught where thus poised in the void, we are self-taught harnessing power of the universe without a need to prepare or rehearse...

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When space and time vanish, what then remains, save the light of awareness self-aware and in that pristine state, there are no chains, for we shine as Self, delusion stripped bare, with no agenda we wish to declare. As one without a second, we’re the all, pulsating with delight, in a bliss squall....

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Mind labels in symbols, objects perceived, with each from the other, different deemed. Bemused by illusions, we are deceived, by myriad impressions to us beamed, hypnotised by the forms, which we have dreamed. Freezing flow of time, piercing pores of space, at a stillness point, we see our true face....

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As the ocean into which rivers merge, the gong of Om swallows the universe, which when willed causes it to reemerge, heart magically conjuring a verse, without any need for it to rehearse. As the Self wherefrom the gong arises, let us embrace God’s offered surprises....

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Just as all our limbs are integrated, though each organ has a different role, know everything is interrelated, each one inseparable from the whole, which we too are, as the light we extol. Meditating thus, that we are the all, from cave of our heart, bursts forth a bliss squall. The sun is our eye and heaven our head, breath is the breeze...

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Pulse in alignment with the absolute, ushering peace, harmony, love and light, with the flame of awareness resolute, is purity birthing bliss beat’s delight, effervescence that banishes the night. Vibrant in the now, empty of desire, we transform becoming the cosmic fire....

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Once the truth of our true being is known, that beyond space-time, we are living light, here in duality, seeds of love sown, strobes of magnetism ushers bliss delight, our heart is at peace by day and by night. Consider wisdom to be the mind of God and peace His heart, when we give love our nod....

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Life is the expression of God in form, whilst death’s the life principle moving on, in a new vessel, birthing a love storm, just as the darkness of night yields to dawn, as the transmigrating soul is reborn. Desires exhausted, to God we return but until then we continue to burn....

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God is one being and the all there is, as one without a second, He is all. For our mind it’s an unsolvable quiz, until light of our true Self we recall, invoking within our heart, a bliss squall. God is the absolute, who lights all lights; His vital breath is the touch that delights....

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made in God’s image, we are living light each soul then is a part of His heartbeat as of His will onto earth we alight where distanced from source we feel incomplete though God’s love is felt as magnetic heat kundalini the means, also the end purifying heart we slowly ascend...

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Silence! A labouring sleep, Got into trance Of a great leap! Away from residence. The crush to say As adultage, Meant to be paid. Has gained teenage, Having hands of clay! Those responsibility A man gains Bearing sensibility. Inside the rain, Has got his ability! Soft gentle hands, Got them to pawn. Changing the books, Also about the pen, Beneathing piercing hook! Congrats ERA! Dreams broke, Desires too! After the father, Of great gratitude!...

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Notice our consciousness has no centre, shifting between head to toe as it likes, each pore a door through which grace can enter, bliss magnetism getting a million likes, as ineffable rapture in heart spikes. Some speak of heart and others of third eye; all concepts deemed false since we wingless fly....

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