Synced Poems | Examples

one flew over the cuckoo’s nest

by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we wandered earth like a lost ghost
fire of desire in our heart raged
for peace we wandered coast to coast 

synced not to music of the spheres
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we sought solace among our peers
mental battles ceaselessly waged

in the flow of time, body aged
we were but a dead man walking
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
stark haunting with dark fears stalking 

shift to stillness made us stronger 
heart sang, when from thoughts disengaged 
choosing to suffer no longer
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged

Consciousness shift

head melds with heart and thoughts recede
synced with gong Om, the void’s our home
free from desires, on earth we roam

ego dissolves, love takes the lead
heart-centric soul begins to glow
resistance ends; we gently flow

bliss pheromones begin to breed
pulsating within day and night
God bestows spherical sight

we live as of need, not of greed
our eye’s mindful and touch gentle
for the most part, nonjudgmental 

one with oneness, our will we cede
Breathed by God, we see Him within
His grace erases every sin 

head melds with heart and thoughts recede
ego dissolves, love takes the lead
bliss pheromones begin to breed
we live as of need, not of greed
one with oneness, our will we cede

Two realities

the unmanifest and the manifest
as energy withheld and then released
descent in duality then a test
that the demons we nurtured be appeased

the unmanifest is beyond space-time
as such it cannot be known to our mind
but in staid silence synced with bliss beat’s chime
one with the all we’re then divine entwined 

though immersed within but not of the world
then as both immanent and transcendent 
breath by breath as flag of love is unfurled
we recognise our Self, light resplendent 

the cosmic egg is wherefrom we were born ~
we return to heaven when ego’s shorn

In simple words

Contemplating as a thinker thinking,
self-appraising rate of our vibration,
we dwell not in awareness unblinking
but ego distanced from God’s creation.

It’s not about knowing but becoming,
whilst resting in tranquil, blissful repose,
synced with the gong of Om within drumming,
witnessing how we so metamorphose.

If we see God as another object,
flawed and deluded is our perception
but with ego dropped, bliss rising unchecked,
one with oneness, we evade deception.

Melding with the energy field itself,
beyond space-time we transform as the Self.

ETERNITY IN A BLINK

Eyes locked, hearts spoke.
Love knocked, feelings woke.
I smiled, she blushed.
She mirrored, i gushed.

I was the fire but i melted .
She was the ice  but "sun-hot".
Time danced slow as our minds began to plot
A story forged through the fire of desire,
Inked with hearts that synced in accord.  
Strangers, familiar along the pages of prospects.

Wedding bells rang.
"here comes the bride" sang.
Flowers crafted perfumed symphonies,
as the altar witnessed intertwining of destinies.

"I do", with eyes of admiration and deep reassuring voice, 
i spoke to her soul.
She opened the floodgates to her milky teeth
Eyes dilated with tears of joy, taking in this moment of bliss, 
Her chocolate lips, marinated in cherries, made love and bore sweet words as she began the vows.

I couldn't hold it together, as i anticipated her seal to the covenant,

"I..."  

Before she could write our story in the stars,
Our thoughts were cut short by a voice that robbed....
My soulmate, in his arms.

Immanent and transcendent

Path of the heart transcends the universe,
in a realm eternal beyond space-time
but if we’d sing a love song, pen a verse,
ego is retained to feel bliss beat’s chime.

The heaven mind seeks too orbits God’s heart,
so reaching the zenith is not enough,
since form will die and we’ll need to restart,
surfing waves of earth life, both calm and rough.

Bilocation then seems to be the key,
that be the life pulse dual or single,
we are, as we are, awake and so free,
delighting as bliss pheromones mingle.

Freedom, love and power, synced with God’s will ~
In streams of bliss, where we drink to heart’s fill

Breathless in God’s light

Love’s nectar sipped, soul’s thirst quenched, 
breathless thus in bliss mists drenched,
happenstance when we’re in trance,
God making erect our stance.

In the zone beyond space-time,
in the void sounds heaven’s chime,
strobes of light that sing love’s song,
when soul’s presence strikes God’s gong.

Light that lights all lights whence seen,
streamed on earth as aura’s sheen,
caused when pheromones mingle,
makes then our soul’s eye single.

Tranquil silence paves the way,
to make soul’s ascent mere play,
that once frigid heart has thawed,
thoughts are synced with mind of God.

The direct path

“The path appears when we walk upon it ~
That we stumble not, lamp of love is lit”
~ quote by poet


Poised in staid silence where no thoughts arise,
our heartbeat echoing the cosmic drum,
we dissolve in the magnetic bliss hum,
illumining form as rays of sunrise.

Each breath intake a delightful surprise,
Holy Spirit a flame, which we become,
erect spine, a violin, which we strum,
that light of Self may materialise.

Synced with bliss beats, nectar begins to flow,
navigating its way through feeble form,
enlivening body-mind made of dust,
that as we so then shine like a rainbow,
vaporised presence centred in love’s storm,
melds with God’s light, in playful childlike trust.

Trance dance

As we trance dance, in our dream world,
in truth we are always alone,
propelled along a path unique,
in time coming into our own.

Shifting hues of scarlet sunset,
rivulets flowing down a hill,
each distant star a shining gem,
surrender to God egoic will.

Aligned with the vast universe,
synced to the cosmic vibration,
as part of the collective whole,
soul entwines with God’s creation.

Breath by breath as heartbeats renew,
gently softening attention,
sensing bliss ignition within,
we claim our right to ascension.

Betwixt bliss beats

Body consciousness, once bliss energised,
entwines toroidal heart with the head shell,
whereupon truth of Self is realised,
after stark fears and dark desires we bell,
freed at last from ego’s hypnotic spell.
As we are we be and so we become,
the flame sublime, synced with the cosmic hum.

The prismatic self

“let’s ink the void with soul’s emote ~
at peace within in God’s bliss boat”
            ~ quote by poet


In heaven’s womb, during deep sleep,
soul poised for a consciousness leap,
shallow breath synced with God’s heartbeat,
we fearlessly swim in the deep.

Come the morn our heart is upbeat,
enlivened by magnetic heat,
being benedictions of grace,
stardust collected from God’s feet.

Staid stillness determines our pace,
mood and mode release and embrace,
mirroring the light of our soul,
which illumines vastness of space.

Love in love with love has no goal,
save by melding making hearts whole,
which then is the cause why we write,
fulfilling thus our ordained role.

To portray spiritual sight,
as words dancing in black and white,
penning a melodious verse,
needs no less than spherical sight.

There’s no cause for us to rehearse,
soft musings of the universe,
felt by heart, translated by mind,
for the better or for the worse.

With vibrations of God aligned, 
we are led by scent of love blind,
an outpost to fulfil His will,
hoping soul’s light each of us find.

As we metamorphose

We’re he who spirit has chosen to christen,
transforming within form each and every cell,
which reflecting God’s light, sparkle and glisten, 
synced to rhythm of bliss beats, boding all is well, 
that thus gentling attention, as we listen,
we sense vibrations of Om, the cosmic bell.
In time form becomes a flame that has no name;
tempest of bliss magnetism, we cannot tame.

Thinking About Abbey Road Album Cover

The Fab Four crossing Abbey Road in single file, led by John in white suit
and shoes, followed by Ringo in black suit and shoes, bare footed Paul
in gray suit and George in denim and white shoes, all in synced with left
foot forward, except Paul and their short shadows inside the crossing.

Tree and parked car lined road under a clear blue sky, brown flats
peeking or towering the green trees and a bystander on the right
side and cars in both lanes a long way off, no traffic, no pedestrians
on a sunny, midday, based on the shadows in Abbey Road in London.

No album title, no band’s name and no artist name, just an image so
simple and memorable, the band casually crossing Abbey Road in a
moment of stillness that became one of the famous artworks in
history and album cover of all time and one of the most imitated.

Her Name Was Winter

She danced over my desires like a light footed ballerina 
tapping into my longings like an intuitive child of the seventies 
Every drip of icicle sent shivers down my spine 
and so I wrote her a letter, asking her to  quietly go away; 

She answered me, with a whip of wind and a  halo from the sun 
her summons were refreshing, like a snowflake on the tongue
Although I begged her to release her seasonal lurk on me 
she gave me stretchy moments  filled with February days 

She made me long for sunshine five hours every day 
and as I synced my calendar,  March arrived Hurray Hurray ! 
Every hill of white and every snowflake bright 
did eventually, fade away ....

She danced into my birthday month and gifted me the spring 
and as I sat on my veranda I could hear the birdies sing 
Every touch of her was gone at least for one more year 
and so I wrote another letter, thanking her for her short stay !

M. R

Invoking grace

Logging into the vibrant void,
just like a comet’s burning tail,
our awareness is still alloyed,
with egoic fears that make us ail.

Who attains when there’s no one here?
We are awareness, self-aware,
with body but an interface,
wherein both pain and joy does spear
but once ego vacates the chair,
we instantly imbibe God’s grace.

Making void-centric our soul’s stance,
synced with strobes of bliss magnetism,
mood and mode prayer, we advance,
transcending each religious ism.

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