Thought Poems - Poems about Thought

to apologise sincerely wherein we’re not afraid to kneel requires us to shed off ego enabling broken hearts to heal...

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you ate my heart with your bow in it while i had a choker around my throat and without the one which would keep me alive my body forgot its work and gave up i sacrificed myself for a ghost that was born in my thoughts i tried to touch your face but it started to fade away i kept on screaming...

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looking at an object versus looking in a mirror the preposition shifts from separation to union introspecting thus let boundaries blur that our perception be undifferentiated...

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given that the Self has no attribute who then within us is the one who feels that though we are complete, Self be enriched with the elixir of love, that heart heals...

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We looked up to you--- When during lessons you helped us look within. Without, it'd be a confusion. Expectations, a riot of colorful thrill. You'd observe, steady and silent. Then encourage us to go ahead. Fond rememberances. Your suggestions for books hit. Like one patient, enchanted- We'd wait for you to come. Poetry and thought twined, And you turned 'Wasteland' our home. ...

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Who we are is light of Self, free from stain ~ To feel contrast, we wear mind-body chain...

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the man with no name took life as a game ~ with light of Self within, his claim to fame...

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discard all concepts upon us foisted ~ instead let the flag of love be hoisted...

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we are living light but ego veils this ~ lust transforms as love when two soul mates kiss...

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we search for love’s song that takes all along ~ straight from the heart of God, the cosmic gong...

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reminders set lest we forget ~ the here and now calls; place your bet...

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the tear that fell of soul that grieved ~ script of forgiveness in heart weaved...

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on waking from sleep, our dreams disappear ~ life is a dream: why then should death we fear...

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if the seeker who seeks does not exist ~ it is best we transform as a bliss mist...

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I carried stones inside my chest, Each one a name I could not speak. They built a wall beneath my breast, A fortress made of worn-out ache. I carried rivers in my veins, The floods of all I held too long. They carved their maps through years of strain, A quiet, slow, unspoken song. I carried winters in my bones, The weight of every...

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