Trough Poems - Poems about Trough

we met a friend today who triumphantly exulted his profound void experience as he correlated it with scriptures jubilant on his remarkable breakthrough we did not have the heart to tell him he had but scratched the surface and that ego death awaited...

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Shining through the dark I met a star - so tiny, quiet and so far. But her shining was so bright. I was magnetised and so delighted and I couldn’t stop my self and ask her: “How could you - such a tiny and sweet star and from so far, have such power and send us your light...

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If your heart is open and true Your grief is as deep as your love (Dreamsleep: January, 2023)...

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It's not water droplets frozen in zero gravity, Completely absorbing your naked chest. It's the glitter and the sun embody , Like small shards , are protecting Your body from looks or any touch. And you, the pampered, are rejoicing And your perky smile does not subside By having fun, When I'm trying to get to you, already Covered...

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I A day, a blessing, misshapen Careless words, good deeds overtaken You rise, we rise: building on the trough Cresting arrested; environment looks tough We cannot fall further, sink lower We remain connected, no matter the matter Mother and child, ocean & waves, eternally Somewhere deeper, Universe is you and me II You were cresting, dancing with siblings Environments include YOU, both creating A win-win world,...

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If we remember to look at horizon and sky The Universe draws us higher, whispers a reply We all are stardust yet somehow so earthy Humans eschew solid troughs, for color & crest (the showy)...

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deep circular scars… cold dark troughs between sandbars sharks larger than cars...

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Hot sun on my back, leaning over the horse trough, scrubbing the green slim off the sides. The edge burns my hands and arms as I look for a hold, Finally cooling the rim with water from the pump. The bouquet from the trough instantly painted a familiar picture Of hot, still summer lakes, Sitting under ancient willows, Fishing for what ever...

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Love was the wind upon the ocean The crest high and trough low we the wave in lovers tow...

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