Sapphic Stanza Poems | Sapphic Stanza Examples

God search, soul’s quest, requiring ego to die, vaporising, that then we transcend time-space limitations, viewing the light of our Self … questions cease; truth’s known. In this dream realm, illusions bemuse, confuse but if we choose to be still, voids then soon fill, thus if we wish to be free, silence reveals … the truth...

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Blissful presence, poised in peace, is as it is desire bereft and so no ripples arise in its aura, whereupon ego recedes … whence we see God’s light. The path known yet the map is not the terrain, thus breath by breath, gentling touch, heart is kissed by Divine Mother, transmuting all cells within … ...

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Unless grazed by blazing bliss, mind rules the heart Fickle thought forms vaporise, whence we are free There is nothing here within, save love and light All questions then cease Unshakable truths are those, untouched by time As we be breathed, recognise God’s light within Embrace, release, flow with ease, in this earth dream Know...

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Truth’s metaphor bemused and confused lost ones, trapped as yet in labours of thought forms conjured, thereby failing to cognise flickers in space … revealing God’s light. Breath by breath thus, feeling not God’s magnetism, living by instinct, higher centres dormant, darkness deepened, engulfing bleeding aura … ego blamed on fate. Love’s touch tender stirred the soul,...

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Minus mind and senses five, what then remains, save the life pulse singular, wherein dwelling in the void of no-thingness, eternal light … endlessly renews. Who we are is consciousness, drenched in bliss mists, bilocating endlessly that thus we may imbibe knowledge along with love in fullness … fulfilling our aim....

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Presence balanced, skiing the bardo, dissolves flow of time, whence poised in peace, rapture rises, brought forth by bliss magnetism’s soundless thunder … centred everywhere....

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Groping in the darkness of mind, our presence sinks in murky quicksands of desire, spawned by ego, finding no peace in inanities … deaf to soul’s whispers. Simply shifting from head to heart, we halt the flow of thought, whence magnetism rises, birthing mists of bliss in heart by grace, that touched thus we … ...

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Feeling from heart, thoughts rested, our awareness rejuvenates pulse of soul, ever present in the background, yet cognised in staid stillness … for those who listen. Cultivating gentleness, firm our focus, rapture rises, brought forth by kundalini, Divine Mother’s caress of sublime delight … for souls who are pure....

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Pristine presence, magnetised from head to toe, throbs with rapture mind cannot capture but we, having sifted vibrations, have so imbibed … love transcendental....

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Merging, melding, boundaries blurring, presence celebrates touch divine so blissful, grazing upon holy ground within, each cell throbbing … transcending all isms. ...

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What if silence too is a script we conjure, tapping into subconscious mind, befooling ourselves, as we sidestep the truth of what is … bemused by ego? Trapped in swamps of dark desires, bound by beliefs, how else can we exit this matrix unless thoughts cease, that thus grace invoked, our soul’s eye sees … noumena...

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First things first, we enter the void of vast space, deep within the cave of our heart to discern truth of our self, discarding crutch of belief … free from fear and doubt. Dropping mind, we navigate magnetic fields pulsating in funnels within feeble form, hitherto unknown to us, enlivening … fabric of our soul. God’s light...

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In as it so seemed to be, desires and fears had both somewhat ebbed away but this thought was but a concept conjured by wayward ego … which we thus renounce. For as long as we are identified with body-mind, we are in a state of stupor, knowing not the light of soul, that glows within … ...

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In rapid succession, I jab my push-broom Through footpath in which I walk life..."ch..ch..ch" Clearing debris, so when i'm barefoot, I don't... ...

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The chilled whisper of the freezing northern wind vibrates in air with ballerina snowflakes, attuned to rustle of inert frosted leaves… winter melody. The floating snow falls silent from the grey sky, icy calm descends in winter night with frost. Thick on roof tops they silently drop to lie with seamless grey haze. Trees of thicket reflect...

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