Stanza Poems - Poems about Stanza

Shhh, silence! Don't bother this Tibetan monk Just leave him be; he is peace personified. Far removed from our disintegrating world ... ...

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Soft like velvet roses, strong as surgical steel. Clamor from the inside, never to be mangled. The afterclap of untied. Soft like velvet roses, be tender when you touch. Thorns are not delicate, they grow larger with time. Baseline reigns elegant. Soft like velvet roses raging in thunderstorms. Perfect dichotomy, passion is rarely clean. A gift laudatory. Soft like velvet roses, a match for toying cheeks. An outlandish display...

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Detecting deception, our eye nonjudgmental and blissful heart tranquil but saw a weary soul, slowly trudging uphill. Detecting deception, in a drop that rebelled, we but saw its soul’s light, seeking greener pastures, to feel bliss beat’s delight. Detecting deception, by egos gone astray, driven by dark instinct, all we could see was their yearning to be love inked. Detecting deception, by poets seeking praise, all we saw was their dread, resisting...

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each effect has a cause be gentle and mindful as we sow, so we reap poised in the void let us take a consciousness leap each effect has a cause settle all debts of love ensuring heart is pure forgive, forget, move on in tranquil peace endure each effect has a cause though this life will roll on if we be nonchalant in state of surrender twists of...

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Begin but do not finish actions proposed, that thus poised in timelessness, stillness stretches meditation; invoking God’s grace that we … burn as love’s bliss flame. To be and so noiselessly transform our soul, it is in the bardo of animated silence that our magnetised body-mind feels … divine light within....

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To attain quietude, first things first, thoughts must cease, that thus, free from desire, wayward ego’s consigned to the funeral fire. To attain quietude, nonchalant to outcomes, present in the moment, staid stillness invokes grace; bliss magnetism potent. To attain quietude, round the clock, all the time, our choice of cessation, epitomises our soul’s orientation. To attain quietude, shifting from head to heart, truth search prioritised, be assured oh hermit, God will be...

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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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