Self Will Poems - Poems about Self Will

Silence layers silence, we enter deep trance As awareness self-aware, heart invokes grace Our formless consciousness joins the cosmic dance Our presence expands engulfing all of space As breath of God, in all living forms we prance The entire universe in us we encase This epiphany signals we are the all Wake up hermit, truth of our true Self recall...

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Do you ever feel you can’t be you When it comes to social situations Feel pressured to attend and be seen Conform ….due to others expectations Do you ever feel you want to run away To a place where you are free To be alone with only authentic you To Just Be! ...

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Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place, cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces. Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture. They crowned me in shame, but within a queen still rises. They buried me in a fire of hell, But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell. I am the silence of the crown, gone through ups and downs stumbled in...

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Words are just a wrapper— Truth lives in the ache, Not in the noise we speak, But in what starts to break. We often make remarks, Wearing their grief like borrowed skin, But fail to touch the fire, That burns beneath within. "I feel alone," we think we hear— "I'm fearful. I'm not okay." We answer, "I'm sorry," Then turn and walk away. But somewhere in the...

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It is often that I feel that I am a different person in all of the roles that I play in life I am a hard worker in which I am paid to help people I am a volunteer in many different situations Being a wife and mother is probably the role in which I find the most joy, although...

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I look upon these silhouettes; of night trees Dark delineation is the monster who comforts me As my haunting sorrows swayed in the breeze I warned them of being wracked with disease On a calm night when they're still Words of rage make me think I have skill Shaking hands chop against their will And when my mind has had its...

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binary self-will I could never quite do it leaving escape clause in analogue equation go with 1, just once, all-in...

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Inner Self ...

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Feels like I’m floating Yet… doesn’t feel far enough I’m not here, seems I’m staying To think… myself I can bluff I cannot find a self I know I’m finally lost My shadows I can no longer follow Once only was I’m desperately… calm There is a need for a no need Everything and nothing to want Yet nothing leaves everything to seek Do you know...

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As night falls, we return to our home. The tranquil of the night calls forth the unseen. The soul departs from its chamber, Encountering the mysteries of the hidden world. At times, it finds a vast meadow of shadows; At other times, it meets the other self that veils the...

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When one hits pay-dirt How far can this go The thrill in success is habit forming Success becoming currency of the day’s blo' Materialism playing a heavy hand as judgment With minions waiting to join in Groping for a share... a nibble Crumbs from a well stocked table thin Success breeding honey pots Of opportunity to crowds waiting... To fill the known orchards Supplying needed and...

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contest : multiplicity of self sponsor : Alice Reynolds 27.7.25 ——————————————- multiplicity self infinite and fractal god within found soul without thought ~ no thought...

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What does she want Today, she wants to be alone Free of opinions ,expectation and judgement Simply to enjoy the bliss of being on her own ...

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I am currently working simultaneously on twenty-three paintings. Love being in my art studio, where they are lying all around. On top of paints, brushes, glitter, glue, scissors, for I am out of room. My girlfriends are calling, but I do not answer. I am in full blown painting mode. There is a stack of forty-three canvases to my...

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They asked for a piece of my mind— so I offered silence, wrapped in gold. No rage, no clamor, no thunderclap, just breath unbroken when the world turned cold. Peace of mind isn't a destination, but a pact with storms I’ve learned to outlast. Not the absence of chaos—but grace, in the moments I choose not to cast judgment, holding fast. It's the...

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