Transmute Poems | Examples

I am Rainbow

I am Rainbow 
seven colours merged to flowing 
glow in Dark Nights of the Soul
landed in a country nicknamed 
the “Rainbow Nation” untamed
my mission to transform, transmute
colours covered in dust and rust
with rain we gain, attain without shame
sublime freedom for Self and fellow 
with not much bellow never shallow 

arcs of colours we witness together 
comradeship our survival dope to cope
heliocentric symbols unified we hope
regard one another with approval and respect
as we watch rainbows high-low, know neglect
through struggling pain red became orange
orange yellow, yellow to green to blue then 
indigo to white sprinkled with fight, onto light
arcs across sunny skies, sunflowers, koppies 
such radiant patterns flood our mixed-up blood !

Joyous, Thunderous Awakening

Delightful pulse of lightening and thunder,
These elements, energy empowered,
Evergreen sages transmute old wonder
With silver rain magically showered.

Lightening ignites sparkle in my wide eyes.
Thunder fills my mind with stark remembrance.
Energetic discord strikes undisguised.
Away flows eclectic dissonance!

My praise goes to sunlight in the morning!
My heart rises up to gleeful rapture!
My spirit glides high, dancing and soaring,
In Cosmic realms forever uncaptured!

Roses awaken when Earth greets Sunrise,
But Rose Crystals are cleansed under moonlight!

Reflection

Tackling a slick problem like D’Alembert’s paradox— 
a cylinder set in motion, destined to roll on and on— 
My fresh numerical method spoke in the same voice, 
but sparked sharp debate—someone blamed me for ignorance. 
Until a quip cracked the tension: “D’Alembert’s paradox doesn’t account for lubrication.” 

Truths can slice deep, sharper than we expect, 
Yet a wry smile, a joke, can transmute iron into gold. 
Humor doesn’t erase the sting—it dulls the edge, 
revealing strength when despair weighs us down. 

A sense of humor is our forged armor: 
a spark of joy in the heart, a reluctant laugh on the lips— 
it signals someone who grasps life's brittle elegance. 
A gentle jest softens the hardest truths, 
shading overwhelming realities with grace. 

When wit stands as a stronghold, 
even bitter truths echo with less sting. 
You don’t flee reality—you greet it with a grin— 
and in that greeting, you find the courage to begin again.

Universal Self

God is the flame Who lights all lights,
wherein the truth when we cognise,
beyond space time, peace that delights,
is our Self, which we realise.

Back to form, to see God in all,
dwelling deep within each form’s core,
entwined with gong of Om’s love call,
within heart resounds bliss beat’s roar.

When sense of separation ends, 
meaning we transmute as the flame,
no one descends, no one ascends;
this lucid dream seen as a game.

Mirroring God’s blissful heartbeat,
essence of presence feels complete.

GOLDEN ALCHEMIST

You came for me and I am still flourishing
Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor
How funny it is to be a golden alchemist

cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully 
into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing
how funny it is to be, a golden alchemist.

Thought of the day

there remain no tempests to tame ~
when we transmute, becoming the flame

Say it like it is

Eye
of our
soul opens,
in slow motion,
caressed by petals
of heart lotus blooming,
whereupon we clearly sense
the presence of God within us,
as a globe of golden living light,
wherein we dissolve cravings of ego.

Fire of the sun gentled by the moonlight,
entwine within form, birthing cool heat,
gripping heart in heightened rapture,
with all nodes joining the dance,
renewing breath by breath,
wherein thus transfixed,
we so transmute,
guided by
hand of
God.

Re-cognition

On an as is where is basis, let’s accept
ourself as consciousness as this body-mind,
recognising we’re limited and inept,
floundering about through life, as do the blind,
fears and desires unable to intercept,
yet hope that truth of our soul will be divined.
It’s clear we need to slow down the flow of thought,
if we wish to transcend mind and be self-taught.

Just as the waves of the ocean ebb and flow,
we observe that thoughts too rise and fade away,
so by simply witnessing, we make them slow,
nonchalance holding all attachments at bay,
whence in depths of staid stillness we get to know,
that we’re not this feeble form, doomed to decay.
When thoughts recede, our heart not head takes the lead 
and bliss pheromones within begin to breed.

If silence be the way, what is there to learn
from pastor’s sermons or a religious text,
since only when we transmute in body urn,
will the throb of bliss magnetism be annexed,
for which presence must choose to willingly burn,
that lower mind dies, which mostly remains vexed?
A day comes when we recognise in plain sight,
that who we are in truth, is God’s living light.

Heart-centric stillness

Opting to feel, rather than think,
sensing energy flow in form,
as a non-doer we receive
hues of bliss flavoured with love’s ink
and as we’re centred in this storm,
soul’s at peace when ego begs leave.

The simple shift from head to heart,
is really all that’s needed
for soul to transmute as God’s light,
causing bliss ignition to start,
that with will to Him conceded,
we see Him clearly in plain sight.

God calls to us, let us respond,
forging with love, a lifelong bond.

Supersoldier

If I'm not important to you - why should you be to me?
'Cause you're obviously blind if you can't see

If you were in my shoes - what would this look like to you?
I promise you'd feel like a used, hidden, mistress like I do

I promise you'd feel exactly how I do right now
And if you can't tell me - concoct an explanation somehow

This isn't working with an overanalytic person just like me
So if you're going to be with me, some explanation maybe

If you're looking for a fortune-teller to read your thoughts
You're with the wrong woman 'cause that's something I'm not

If I'm not enough because I'm not a Supersoldier like you
Then please go live in your own reality of warped truth

'Cause I can't and won't be something that I am not
I'm wifey-material - not some dumb høe or slvtty THOT

I won't mold myself like play-doh to whom you want me to be
I'm a very aggressive advocate for transparency and equality

I can't be something in your hands that you can just mold
(Unless you know how to transmute base metals into gold)

'Cause I hold the women's feather-weight champion belt
God broke the mold when he created me - you work for him - go ask him yourself

Women who are alchemists

For all those women who are alchemists. We take the Darkness and transmute it to the Light.

Women who are alchemists 
By Michelle Morris 
07/12/2024

May you be blessed to meet them
Those women who are alchemists 
They take the Darkness from the planet 
And transmute it to Light and Blessings 

They've lived in the Dark Abyss and Hell
They've faced their own demons over and over again 
They've battled demons for the multitudes
And risen like the phoenix from the ashes

They're Empaths and Earth Angels 
They're Healers and Lightworkers
They help by shining their Lights brightly 
Even when they're tired and weary

May you be Grateful to them
Their Love and Light and Grace 
For the Hope and Faith they inspire 
To the entire Human Race

© Michelle Morris, 2024

Zen mode

observing oscillation of our attention 
between form and the void
with inertia dimming our awareness 
accepting the sway as it is
looking at waves in nonchalance 
we feel nothing need be done 
since the flame of awareness is held
solely in the hands of God
Who weaves his magic within duality
and thus recognising the play
we as aspect of the whole in the dream
have freedom to offer response
to life as it unfolds moment to moment
so choose to thin out the ego
that as boundaries blur nodes within stir
benign bliss friction enlivens dust
whereupon affirming there is no one here
we transmute becoming the flame

THREE SIDES STORYLINE

when lines join or coincide
to make a shape curved or straight
line becomes a side so intricate
three together 1 2 3
transmute abstractly

The person I want to be

As part of earth that orbits yonder sun
holding the universe in close embrace,
if breath by breath I could imbibe God’s grace,
divine entwined, slowly coming undone,
recognising truth that we all are one,
no puzzles would remain for me to lace.

Surrendering egoic will at God’s feet,
empowered to shape shift and bilocate,
may being as such be my ordained fate,
suffused with bliss mists that do not deplete,
as a ray of His light, then thus complete,
delighting as seeds of love pollinate.

Such is the yearning of my heart’s desire,
to transmute becoming the cosmic fire.

Transcendence

Memory erased
and free from conditioned thought,
I Am as I Am, pure bliss.

Memory intact,
yet transcending space and time,
I transmute as love and light.

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