Spiritual transformation can be a realization; through
meditation it may be an ongoing manifestation.
We have unmeasurable potential to live as a sun
shinny radiance. To mindfully focus on our indwelling
soul rays peels away internal false layers that keep us
from essentially, truthfully and mindfully, being there.
From moment one, each infant is conditioned further
away from their innate wisdom. Born as love made of
love by and from the one source of all love, we are
diminished once earth cast from above.
We are infinite freedom and light. We all hold the
insight to know boundless glows. Silencing mind thinks
allows the soul to re-administer sun blinks to all who truly
desire being illuminated so. Centered in inactivity to
faithfully rely only on diminished life noise, holds more
spiritual "I am" compliance than any earth moment spent.
Through true surrender of earth themes, ideally no one's
heart will earth reside as a regular nebular, but all as a
unique sunbeam.
“Beauty in the comet
I may die for your beauty just as a poet
Sonnet of my shiny comet,
You shake my legs by your bright eyes
That shines like diamonds falling down your thighs
Leaving me smiling like a gambler meditating the dice,
Your skin is akin to that of a toddler
Are you really older?
Or you just grow faster?
My comet, you just look young and sober,
I guess I’ll collapse
when I meet your soft lips
Will I even hold those romantic hips?
I just can’t draw you on my poor ribs
Because I don’t stay within the tips.”
The shinny black object You say you bought with the money that you earned
You tell everyone you need to sell it because of money once burned,
Why pay money on this object for three years
It was never ridden to the freak accident that put you in tears,
In all honesty you thought it would make some one mad
But, they didn't care in fact they were glad,
When you ride a this object it is more life threatening
So there was more of a chance of something bad happening,
You put your own fate in your hands
Then pulling it off the truck it fell on your right hand,
It felt really good when you bought it
Because you thought some people would have a fit,
One day these people do want a object someday
But,they sure as hell will never use the big check to get it that way,
You never did sell the shinny black object
Because you know the real reason why you bought it,
In the end you lost the shinny black object to the bank
We call it poetic justice regardless of what you think.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2009
nylon fishnets tether
floats around like a feather…
tight shinny leather
I went to my door the other night I seen a star shinning so bright it looked like a angel standing there in the clear night sky it was so beautiful and shinny standing there the other night shinning so bright i know it was meant for me to see that beautiful star shinning so bright
the other night.
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