Vision Poems - Poems about Vision

looking at objects, yet recognising that God dwells in every form that is seen therefore without measuring or sizing nonchalant to where our senses have been irrespective of any dream form’s sheen in this way duality disappears wherever we look, God’s presence appears...

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Young mans test, my vision quest This journey just begun Sheer desire, skin on fire No mercy in the sun Hypnotized, beneath the skies Head and spirit is as one Enlightenment my son... Now your vision quest is done ...

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a peaceful heart with its recurring visions of a bright light at the end of a long tunnel AP: 3rd place 2025...

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My prayers rise before God like sweet incense. Before him all my facades fall away. I am left standing without a pretense And I am left with not a word to say. His glory once again fills his temple And all the things of this world become dim. Before his great holiness I tremble And all I can see are visions of...

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“Imagination is the beginning of creation.” Gorge Bernard Shaw **************************************************************** ...

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There’s beauty in imagining great things; It lights our dark future with hope-filled dreams ~ Visions of peasants ordained to be kings, And plebeians crowned as queens, so it seems. It charts dream paths lit by elegant beams. Imagination hears each scarecrow's groans; It squeezes water from dry desert stones. It digs deep oceans in hot desert sand, Lifting us from known realms...

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check the way we look seems we were mistook notice vast space wink when with it we link the way we begin from space looking in feeling not thinking focus unblinking as we so evolve space and time dissolve pheromones mingle our eye is single within each atom God’s the substratum known when we are still whence voids within fill ego illusion causes delusion our meditation is thought cessation nodes within align let light...

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By calm childhood's brook, shafts of brash, slanting light shone through a dewy mist. From a stone, there I spied, descending from a thread, dawn's angel from the dark....

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by the spring in the mist a spider string, dew kissed I saw from my stone chair on its end suspended an angel descended gone with a puff of air ...

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L-ittle E-yes I-'m R-eferring A-lways H-ave D-epth I-n O-nlooker's N-arrowness ©bfa070125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Leirah Dion)...

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I can also say that, in my heart, I firmly believe... Since my youth, before bedtime, kneeling on my bare knees, I prayed to God. I prayed that way until I reached the age of 50. From that time onwards, I pray a bit different, but it doesn't matter, the essence is the same, and...

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IN MY DARKEST TIMES, I'VE BEEN ABLE TO FIND PEACE WITHIN MY DARKNESS. I ADJUST TO MY SITUATION, LIKE MY EYES ADJUST TO THE DARK. I MANUEVER AND MAKE MY WAY IN THE DARKNESS, KNOWING IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME, FOR THE LIGHT TO ILLUMINATE MY WAY....

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The seeds of imagination, once planted in my mind, now grow a forest—trees with trunks stretching from earth to sky, like the Tower of Babel... yet these seeds rest unconfused in my spirit. Thoughts of greatness turn my dream into a rainbow— beautiful, colorful, and wonderful— a revelation that lifts me onto a well-decorated horse, strutting on a rug laid for royalty and majesty. Without...

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Let the breath of heaven flow with grace, As the gathering of angels fills this place. Soaring high, both near and wide, His Name, our banner, strength and guide. Refine the oil, let its glow be bright, Let our lives shine with newfound light. The table cleared, a meal prepared, The taste is unknown, yet richly shared. New strength will rise, our souls...

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It could be the shadows you are hearing, Every evening they grow Longer, darker, Until They devour themselves To become the night. We are all shadows shouting As the night approaches Thinking we are fooling the foolish Thinking we were right. Below the surface… Hoping we were right. ...

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