Short Transmute Poems
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If we wish to transmute
to become the bliss flame
we must agree to burn
only later we learn
that that that dies
in truth never was
30-May-2023
when lines join or coincide
to make a shape curved or straight
line becomes a side so intricate
three together 1 2 3
transmute abstractly
Memory erased
and free from conditioned thought,
I Am as I Am, pure bliss.
Memory intact,
yet transcending space and time,
I transmute as love and light.
I'm like the rain who can transmute your aggressive heat into coolness.
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Date - 5th October 2016
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Sweet exclusion
Knows bounds
Sadly servant
to the whims
Drinking Mead
to the seasons mirth
Transmute themselves
to the citizens of dawns voice
I am a grain of sand; you, an oyster -
Solely into your arms I will curl,
With your love wrap me over; layer over layer,
Transmute me into your aeonian pearl.
Habits
Ingrained die hard,
We need a helping hand
To disrobe,transmute our inner
Nature
with
Beauty
free from above,
Embedded in our heart
With loving kindness,ready to
Impart.
Thumbnails of memories we rewind.
Reel of real life has come to halt.
The old age is the time for
Shaking hands, blurring eyes
To share one's know-hows
And prepare for
Soul's transmute
From the
Chest.
Dying light in West
Sunset of revelation
Leather wings transmute
Shameful legacy refused
Better hungry than blood drunk
5/25/16
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A CHRISTIAN QUINTILE
Habits
Ingrained die hard,
We need a helping hand
To disrobe,transmute our inner
Nature
with
Beauty
free from above,
Embedded in our heart
With loving kindness,ready to
Impart.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Anahata spacial centre
All vibrations does sinter
Applying gentle pressure
In boundless measure
As magnetic electricity
To transmute magically
All to their innate element
Divine love ever present
Go there oh hermit
Rediscover hidden merit
In silence
29-July-2020
Let’s smile
Awhile
Without
Reason
Devoid
Of thought
As bliss
Pulsates
Within
Our form
Feeding
Our soul
With love
Sublime
By day
And night
Magic
Of love
Pervades
Our heart
As we
Transmute
To so
Become
The flame
Itself
23-July-2022
between the material
and the ethereal
heart toroidal
witnesses
base instincts
and compassion
manifest within form
relentless life will test
again and again
until we shift
transmute
as living light
which is painless
if we have vaporised
29-December-2022
Wabi-sabi stain beautiful
Scars our soul did endure
Mind-body vessel, with love full
We shine! Our heart is pure
We fall, to rise erect
Bliss suffused stance perfect
Deeds, as God does direct
Let’s transmute erst pain
Wabi-sabi stain
10-October-2021
Quietus
That sinking feeling, ego borne
Weed it out from the root
Mind-body transient garment worn
Love throbs do pain transmute
Stagnation nemesis
Such is our prognosis
Reclaim bliss consciousness
Our heart needs healing
That sinking feeling
05-October-2021
Quietus
A faint and fading filigree
adorned the fairy flute.
Forbidden at the funeral,
forever to transmute.
No fugue to usher in the Fates,
flying from frozen lands;
No notes their memories to erase:
mere footprints in the sand.
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My eyes transmute to dark, forest greens.
(Isn't the forest supposed to be beautiful?)
She's beautiful, nothing at all like me.
I make acrimonious convictions about her, and
sadly, it provides me with such relief.
I shouldn't preoccupy myself with such maliciousness;
I am desirous of who you are.
our three eyes triangulate
and yet we must lie in wait
to transmute as living light
and garner spherical sight
who knows when the egg will hatch
where all we do is detach
soul presence from the ego
through pathways we alone know
breath by breath as we align
we know there’s no finish line
as ascension continues
displaying beauteous hues
You came for me and I am still flourishing
Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor
How funny it is to be a golden alchemist
cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully
into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing
how funny it is to be, a golden alchemist.
Lips kiss and whisper
Transmute our power
Create windless tunnels
Tornado of faith
Blizzard of hate
Summer of love
Signal decay
Tell me it is the end
And I have gone too far
Autumn has begun
An eclipse revealing
our black star.
Divulge the truth
Her Transpiration
Explodes the sun.
Cold winter
exists within
unsaid words
we are destined
To rule our worlds
Sulphurous moments, shadowed
beneath natures natural defences
Tenderly swaying, the coconut palm
leaves transmute devising my fan blades
Refrigerant elegance appreciated greatly
chilled iridescent cocktails assuage
My acousma heightens as the waves lash
such a lovely sound, to woolgather
To think about your next write, possibly
let us face it, we all do it x
simply resting in quietude
here now within the oneness field
bliss fortifies heart’s fortitude
that without touch all souls be healed
will of consciousness absolute
is no different from our own
grazed by magnetism we transmute
a secret we alone are shown
identity has disappeared
with it attachment and desire
our destiny is by God steered
we are the very cosmic fire
We dwell in form and that’s where we must transform,
by silencing thought and invoking God’s grace,
conjuring thus within, a benign bliss storm,
signalling we’re held by God in close embrace,
whereupon soma nectar begins to flow,
opening blocked pathways in staid stillness slow,
that as breath by breath, heightens our heart’s delight,
in slow motion we transmute as living light.
Plain words you cite
Sound so lovely;
In crisp clear writes
Streams fine beauty.
You write such lines
In language plain;
Such mellow vines
Hints from much pain.
You transmute well
Deep inner pain;
For deep thoughts tell
Of crowded strains.
Thus here we look
With profound gaze;
Bait in fresh hook
From hurting craze.
Leon Enriquez
18 September 2017
Singapore
Shed fear. Sprout wings. Float out from arbitrary time.
Transmute the ordinary; prospect the sublime.
Twirl till you collapse, exhausted;
Taste ambrosia; scale the frosted
Himalayan peaks, where fingers tingle,
Senses sparkle, shutters from their hinges fly.
Invite the icy wind to ravage every single
Nerve and singe the savage soul that yearns to cry
Out with a fierce intensity
I'm free!