Transmutation Poems

Invasion into Transmutation

A virus invaded my vessel,

Giving my body something to wrestle.

Nestling deep within,

Cells create an antigen,

Fighting the infection.

A conscious connection,

Provides protection.

An intention injection,

Where Love is the medicine.

Only letting the best in,

Raising my vibration.

Changing the translation,

To Energy in stagnation,

No longer an invasion.

Love found its way in,

Transmutation,

The virus starts to open.

Feeling the emotion,

Flowing with the motion,

Energy in the

Transmutation

As both divine magnetism and feeble form,
with fulcrum of consciousness poised in the void,
we transmit each nuance felt in the bliss storm,
to Self dwelling in heart, pure and unalloyed.
The soft, subtle, soothing hum of bliss invades
all cells within, transformed by God’s touch that aids
this beauteous metamorphosis of soul,
fulfilling the purpose of our earth life role.

Transmutation

Ensouling this form of dust, thrust of lust
rose from deep within our deluded heart,
feeding feral instincts and deeds unjust,
which were exhumed on adding love to cart,
whence we deemed all souls one and none apart.
The false dropped away; we became God’s light,
pulsating with bliss by day and by night.

Transmutation

Limited but yet empowered,
we prevailed, triumphed and towered
over the demon of desire,
amazed as heart lotus flowered.

Thought flow stilled caused ego to tire,
which burns at the funeral pyre
but that that so dies, never was;
what we are is God’s cosmic fire.

In the void of stillness, heart thaws
and then mind aligns with God’s laws,
paving way for us to

Transmutation of Fear

Closed up, wrapped up.
Please don't touch me. 
Back away, I don't need it.
I can't breathe. 
I have tears, and I'm in a state of panic.
I was waiting to make the right move.
Questioning how to show I choose.
Going places, not using my discernment.
Why don't I have trust in myself? 
Why do I still have these feelings

Transmutation

Soma nectar drips through energy pathways,
both along the spine and over front of form,
enlivened by hum of bliss that always stays,
engulfing us from head to toe in love’s storm.
Our feeble organic form is but an urn,
which we ensoul, choosing to willingly burn,
that whilst pulsating with boundless bliss delight,
we behold our true presence, God’s living light.

Transmutation

Life breath flows in from the nose to the third eye,
the zone located just between the eyebrows
and then breath fills our lungs, causing heart to sigh,
as bliss borne rapture within our presence grows.
When wisdom in our head, is by bliss beats led,
our vaporised self, is by love and light fed,
transmuting each cell of form, as

Transmutation

Energised by love, drenched in a bliss shower,
suffused with magnetic heat from head to feet,
our presence is graced by God’s awesome power,
wholeness of being, that makes us feel complete.
Give it any name but we are not the same,
as we thus become the holder of the flame,
love, light and bliss radiating from our core,
effervescence without end,

Transmutation

Feeling without thinking, focus unblinking,
essence of our presence, vibrant and aglow,
in childlike playfulness, head and heart linking,
imbibes wisdom of sages, very few know.
There is no effort applied, in soul’s ascent
and nothing is done, save granting love consent,
just looking on as feral cravings are shorn,
paving way for us to be here now reborn.

Transmutation

We feel each cell of form burn,
as the way we choose to learn,
transmuted by God’s bliss flame,
no power on earth can tame.

Consumed thus from inside out,
this truth from rooftops we shout
but this knowing beyond mind,
is grasped not by the herd blind.

It’s somewhat like possession,
with each breath, a new session,
as bliss magnetism transforms
our soul in these

Slow motion transmutation

Unmonitored is the dance of bliss beats,
with essence of soul presence looking on,
enraptured by purity of love’s tweets,
causing dormant nodes to be now reborn,
within feeble earth form which we adorn.
Divine magnetism is a benign burn,
setting aflame spirit in body urn,
caress of delight, bestowing clear sight,
that thus doing nothing we slowly learn,
that God nurtures us by

vespertine

dusk settles on an Anglican Shrub
vespertine is downy down upon the vertical horizon
spring like frost is unraveling
toward a sunset on its late afternoon decline

at this stage of early-black twilight
a cygar shaped delirium is seeding 
its exotic fragrance sweetly empowering
will linger until the crack of dawn

tenderly grown staked and supported
the poisonous angel scrumpet trumpets
a crepuscule's sundown

Transmutation

“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
(line of inquiry)

Tears fell upon a senseless blank page,
as self-pride suppressed dark vents of rage.
We become silent when words don't engage,
until we are touched by verses from a sage.

Some arrive as

Transmutation

"we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred" 

When heavy clouds shroud the moon with lotus lies, 
we walk through fiery flashes of illusion, 
seeking blurred validation from starless skies, 
whilst in uncertainty, hearts find seclusion.
Darkness unfurls

Transmutation

As the peacock-sage 
waves of whimsical peace
faded in silence's 
pale watercolors, 
I masked my 
eerie eyelashes, 
with drifting 
angel-mist smog. 
For, I sensed the 
wistful wailings of 
ambrosial lilies, 
encased in my 
heart's crystal casket, 
as wistful wildfire of 
hatred incinerated my 
wildflower-wonderings 
and life's trepidations
exiled this bohemian
buttercup in time's
abstract moors. 

I've forever wondered,
if sugarplum

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