You are my sanctuary in
human form-
an unwavering solace when
the world feels discordant
and too loud.
You possess a rare
luminosity, the kind of
empathy that doesn't just
sympathize,
but bears witness. You
metabolize my uncertainties
into courage, and transmute my
ordinary moments into something
incandescent.
In you I've found a steadfast
reciprocity :
a benevolent constancy
that asks for nothing, and
gives everything.
You are the gentle
interlocutor of my unspoken
thoughts,
the celebrant of my small,
improbable triumphs,
the quiet architect who
helped me rebuild when I
came undone.
With you, vulnerability isn't
a risk- it's a homecoming.
Your presence is a benediction.
Your loyalty, a masterpiece of
grace.
Thank you for being the
kind of friend who makes
my life feel more luminous,
more tenable, more beautiful.
I am profoundly grateful our
paths converged.
Have you ever thought
That those sprinkled words
You once left
On your personal notes
Are just heavy memories
Wishing to be brought
To the surface?
They swirl mid air
In your dusty wooden workshop
Wishing for you
To purge them
To alchemize them
To transmute the black matter
Into pure light
Into sparkles and delight
No matter
How relentless they are
To how many treacherous lands
They’ve taken us so far
The message of hope for us all
Is: “May we always find
Bravery, Space and Time
To tame the chimeras
That wander freely in our minds
Bring them to our side
And dance in unison
With the utmost delight.”
We exchanged I love you’s and went our separate ways.
destiny had been kind to us for a season
Now, overflowing in tears
the nostalgia for something so wondrous and fair nearly kills me
It’s something different that the memories -
the dry uncontrollable ache of loss
which I daily transmute with ritual:
Fresh thyme grown in a pot near my feet,
Infused in oil in a jar
daily performed.
Searching in a new place and time
I play a different song
I finally got it through my head but
just cant break it to my heart.
our three eyes triangulate
and yet we must lie in wait
to transmute as living light
and garner spherical sight
who knows when the egg will hatch
where all we do is detach
soul presence from the ego
through pathways we alone know
breath by breath as we align
we know there’s no finish line
as ascension continues
displaying beauteous hues
There she goes
As fast as her legs can run
Enforcing all effort
To hide what she's gone and done
Moments of deep rage
Popped the proverbial top
The ones standing near
Clothed in spew that won't stop
Years and years he stuffed
The words that could never be spoken
Lest proper folks learn and discover
The child he willfully abused and left broken
Same thing happened to parents
Three generations back
But the difference is
They were filling time with what they lacked
The one that stands tall in the end
Comes far removed from time and space
A pure soul, clear and open
To endure and transmute all fear grown in that place
....running through roots
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-18-2026
simply resting in quietude
here now within the oneness field
bliss fortifies heart’s fortitude
that without touch all souls be healed
will of consciousness absolute
is no different from our own
grazed by magnetism we transmute
a secret we alone are shown
identity has disappeared
with it attachment and desire
our destiny is by God steered
we are the very cosmic fire
uteric fire rises glowing across
sacral waters, delivering
umbilical vibrational luminosity
to crown —-
I am Phoenix from Golden Sun
arriving black vulture feathered
scattering ash you lovingly
sowed …
crimson mirrors my pupils
pierce each cell
penetrating what is to
transmute as Rubicon awaits not
rabid roaring apricot black ____
veined breasts exude milk
for next
i l l u s i o n ~
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GOLD Placement Poem
Allpoetry May 26
Image Contest
Like a puppet in a sense, I loosely hang here
Getting images of feelings in color. Bold, timely, revere.
A string from the thought to a brush in hand.
I trace and I move in unison per my command.
Swaying and twisting my wrists with love
Looking for a nod I’ve impressed master above.
Thankful for the gift given to me
To transmute love by design. Tuned harmony.
I don’t always understand the direction
but there’s a knowing in my strings. there’s a connection!
It’s not a game. I’m not playing. Nor am I a toy.
It’s an honor, a badge, a duty.
I’m a real boy.
-Jalaila Hardy
Epiphanies that dawned do not replay
and whilst we wish they would, we remain still,
interfering not with the divine play,
for we have fully surrendered our will.
Boons bestowed always exceed heart’s desire,
thus if we seek, we must settle for less,
so as we transmute as God’s sublime fire,
what lies ahead we prefer not to guess.
In midst of these musings, bliss rapture spikes,
arising from a centreless fulcrum,
spasms manifesting where magnetism strikes,
as within heart echoes the cosmic drum.
The soul star chakra taps us on the head ~
Of secrets divine, what more can be said
“Neither have I conquered the senses nor have I not conquered them. Self-restraint or discipline never occurred to me. Friend, how shall I speak of victory and defeat? I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
Transcending all opposites, as light of Self,
poised in peace in our natural blissful state,
entwined with the whole life flows on by itself,
wherein we are tranquil irrespective of fate.
We are not this decaying organic form
but the epicentre of love’s benign storm,
merging with which we transmute as the bliss flame,
which though has no name, fulfils our life’s aim.
“I drink poetry like champagne in Timelessness, purifying me, strengthening me, calming me…” Poet
Fear not to seed dismantling of Time
as fairies jingle to eternal rhyme
relay questions to angelic billies
surrender thorned horn as muted chime
Delightful drum rolls voice verses frilly
listen lingering to lyrics silly
fingering silky hair, smooth tulip neck
frequency of name will be moon's tilly ~
Fear not to transmute hot tears that wreck
soothing away of niggly grains of speck
tinkle brass keys in freedom's pearly waves
gliding Spirit’s sanguine undying beck
Hail now, splendid maids with cute sterling knaves
let poems bring sleep in dream cosy caves
ache not for peeps or smooth ebony cheeks
drink pomegranates' nectar, leaving raves !
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Standard Contest : A Beautiful Rubaiyat
Sponsor : Constance la France
Feb. 26 : 2nd Placement
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To intrigue a ghost enough to haunt you?
My dear that is divine limerence.
I just want to crawl inside
and stay blissful
eating grapes under the table
as I hide.
In my mind? They transmute into wine.
Bittersweet longing
and bleached breath
can no longer remain buried
between blush and bloom.
In my mind? They transmute into wine.
I promise to blush into grey hues
and forever transform as I blossom.
Am I within my rights to move slow
feed you by hand like a saint?
Indulge the intensity of levitated frolic?
Can I no longer remain buried?
My dear that is divine limerence,
to intrigue a ghost enough to haunt you.
Two plus zero plus two plus six, on cue
equals one to the power of zero
makes for new beginnings in a remix
soul sovereignty detachment freedom fix
surrender to Divinity the trick
know intelligence is not wisdom's depth
co-dependence will not bring ascension
Creativity is order of day
authenticity can be only truth
disconnect outmoded veils, facades, masks ~
across dimensional realities
we travel for stability, assume …
judgement an unwanted trait, relinquish
fear, make it friend to confront, then vanquish
Inward bound is the choicest momentum
heaven to earth meet in peaceful haven
mind holds matrixes to transmute acute
voice truth clear sincere to everyone dear
demonstrate individuality
own presentation of our Godhead Pure
twenty twenty six, now or never year !
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Dark velvet curtains hang heavy with hidden
wealth and fear
pearls in jewellery box were stolen at a closed
off sunset near
Muses Silent ! where is my pen as they
wonder what went wrong
will it be ennui or flight as Inspiration crosses
heath field in broken song
childhood, teen, adulthood rolled up in apricot mebos as Time collapses in a heap
Muses curl in darkness sad though summer
seeps
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gyrating Muses line up before my vision
in an ecstasy of eternal Time precision
their Inspirations transmute ennui and flight
Sweet Muses, I take up pen, with eager might
will it be an anvil, a pearl, a sunset or chiffon
curtains blowing in soft breezy ease, yon ?
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We dwell in form and that’s where we must transform,
by silencing thought and invoking God’s grace,
conjuring thus within, a benign bliss storm,
signalling we’re held by God in close embrace,
whereupon soma nectar begins to flow,
opening blocked pathways in staid stillness slow,
that as breath by breath, heightens our heart’s delight,
in slow motion we transmute as living light.
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