Transmutation Poems - Poems about 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...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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,...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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“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...

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"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...

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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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