Stanza Poems - Poems about Stanza

Kiss of stillness releases bliss pheromones, inking presence with scent of rainbow’s love hues, sacred ash and sandalwood, teleporting … soul to nirvana....

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We dwell as God’s bliss hum, the flame within burning, being fire without smoke, birthed when eye be single and head and heart we yoke. We dwell as God’s bliss hum, current all pervading, pulsating day and night, exhuming the ego, bringing gift of clear sight. We dwell as God’s bliss hum, heightened rapture unbound, transforming feeble form, wherein vibrant presence, is centred in love’s storm. We dwell as God’s...

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Sip from a chipped teacup, the glass is still half full. A grin frowns upside down framed by two twinkling eyes. Her brilliance lights this town. Sip from a chipped teacup, just turn the rim around. Press on and work it out, beauty and bold en force. Pure gold in a blackout. Sip from a chipped teacup, no need for something new. When it’s...

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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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who are we, pause to ask in as the very source that causes breath to flow which makes us feel alive and plants in heart love’s glow who are we, pause to ask by resting lower mind yet remaining aware softening attention that head and heart may pair who are we, pause to ask by befriending silence and surrendering will that upon ego death we see voids within...

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4/5/2025 On my picket fence, irritating, screeching black crows at me, do sounds, so fearlessly make! So having had it, I bought a lovely, pine cottage, on the...

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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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Having been, seen, so known, truth of our true being, why would we then debate definitive knowing, when poised at heaven’s gate? Having been, seen, so known, this world is but a dream, silence then is our friend, ushering bliss rapture, helping us to ascend. Having been, seen, so known, God’s energy is love, blissful touch that transforms, imbibing it we feel, surge of magnetic storms. Having been, seen, so...

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She swoons atop a berg There air water bullets On midnight's face cross low — While then besides the dark Brims in Gemini froze. She swoons atop a berg We try for scraps on ice. She is yours within me. Of these miles between us, This sea's the outer ring. She swoons atop a berg The Mercury has sank — Only a lichen's mum, A last bob underneath...

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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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A vine in winter weeps for the loss of blossoms, for the loss of summer, for the loss of laughter like a music's strummer. A vine in winter weeps for the wind's soft blowing, and the song birds calling while children are playing in meadows entralling. A vine in winter weeps as loneliness engulfs a snow white and frozen landscape with dark shadows of nature forechosen. A vine in winter...

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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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A storm in a teacup, whirling silvery clouds; Caffeine is cuddling you; It’s so hard to deny that sky devoid of blue; A storm in a teacup, howling turbid beauty; Gloomiest glitter drops lick at a murky spoon; The stirring never stops; A storm in a teacup sweetened a little bit; Lit up smile’s peeking out; Something of a striptease, steered by the slightest pout; A storm in...

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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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Within this lucid dream, we begin to believe, that we are body-mind, that in our waking state, to God’s light we’ll be blind. Within this lucid dream, if we but pause to ask, what is that that’s real, sliding into stillness, we’ll feel bliss beats appeal. Within this lucid dream, as witness consciousness, by thought forms not decoyed, as clear light of truth dawns, delusion is destroyed. Within this lucid...

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