Royal Poems - Poems about Royal

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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let’s look at life forms scattered across space each of underlying truth unaware trauma bonding with darkness soul’s disgrace distanced from source by refusing to pair dark desires continuing to ensnare in an instant, if we’re not resistant staid stillness makes ego nonexistent...

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The light of Self, which we may call God’s spark, is wherefrom arises creative will, that as soul ascends on an upward arc, voids in our heart in timeless time then fill, in time stretched stillness when presence is still. God dwells in the cave of our glowing heart, so that’s where oh hermit, our search should start....

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centred deep within each and every cell lies the spark of God wherefrom bliss mists swell caress divine sublime is intimate seductive tingles that do not abate boding all is well in mind-body shell we are the flame and in it ego dies each breath ushers a new blissful sunrise...

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Body consciousness, once bliss energised, entwines toroidal heart with the head shell, whereupon truth of Self is realised, after stark fears and dark desires we bell, freed at last from ego’s hypnotic spell. As we are we be and so we become, the flame sublime, synced with the cosmic hum....

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mind wishes to know, where is God hiding whilst heart has no doubt, in love abiding as we surf life, like a cosmic dancer questions cease since we become the answer this form is but a horse we are riding rest weary hermit, in blissful repose simply know this: no one come, no one goes...

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Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his...

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Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his...

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Spirit remains young though body ages, heart harbouring desire for a rebirth, bringing back next time wisdom of sages, that blissful and joyful be time on earth, where presence is always bubbling in mirth. Refrains replay with memory erased, with each immersion leaving soul amazed....

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