Short Reworded Poems

The lilac haze of Dawn creeps up,
With the stealth of a vampire.
Bleeding glistening red droplets into
The blue-black veined forest 
And to the monochromatic hills beyond.

~I dissected and reworded Deborah Guzzi's poem Vampiric Dawn~...

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Love is the language we speak
So we need no translator
Our emotes are spontaneous 
Bliss our consciousness lubricator

Reworded, each touch is vibrant 
Although rooted in emptiness 
Mindful awareness divine entwined 
Is at all times, one with oneness...

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No sooner our mind accords preference
to an outcome imagined optimal,
fears boomerang, stifling heart’s radiance,
self-blocking onset of God’s miracle,
manifesting fate inhospitable.
Reworded, our power of creation
births consequence as of thought suggestion,
which being rooted in ego craving,
unwittingly chooses agitation,
whilst cessation enables elation.

09-September-2021...

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Let us examine why we're discontent
with the flow of life as it so appears,
signalling we're not here and now present,
oblivious to magnetism that spears
core of our being, as God's presence nears,
which reworded simply means we're in trance,
so until thought forms continue to prance,
there is no way we can reclaim pure bliss,
ours for the asking if we choose to dance
with life's flow in trust, just as lovers kiss.

07-January-2023...

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