Vivified Poems - Poems about Vivified

As the dream unfolds, single eye beholds the play underway that makes our heart sway. Objects of desire, which we so aspire anchors us in trance; piquant circumstance. Moments of silence sans thought violence are when we are free, blissful and carefree. Now that we know this, we may reclaim bliss piercing every pore through heart’s open door. 28-September-2022...

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Joy at all times, wish of our heart, fulfilled when we add love to cart. Aligned with rapturous bliss chimes, wish of our heart, joy at all times. To attain bliss, we must let go, exhuming cravings of ego. Recognising God alone is, we must let go, to attain bliss. The truth is known, when we are still, feeling within, bliss overspill, reclaiming soul’s light,...

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The subterfuge game does innocence maim, trapping thus our soul, in an egoic role. Free flowing spirit, views fault and merit, making light each gaffe, with a childlike laugh. Soporific mind caught in ego’s bind, must obtain release, from thinking disease. Sans thought, who are we save consciousness free, revealing soul’s light, shining within bright? Silence shows the way, how to cease to sway, here and now complete, bliss nectar replete. When we do so...

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Bliss vivified stillness Each spiritual practice is but a mind game lattice, wherein ego is at play, to transform night into day. There are no gods to appease. To rise, simply choose release, invoking the bliss current, within us, here now present. Why make the simple, complex? Let go of thought forms that vex. Invite divine magnetism, to enliven body prism. Time stretched stillness holds the key; head...

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God’s luminous sublime womb, we take to be a dark tomb, since mind-body looks outward, our actions thus untoward. Bemused thus by our senses, living life in past tenses, we’re rarely in this moment, self-blocking bliss bestowment. Do not grieve, for soul’s reprieve is when thoughts we cease to weave, free will choice we each can take, to boundless bliss, now awake. Void of silence let’s...

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Bliss vivified silence Sans thought violence, enliven silence, inviting God’s grace at His chosen pace. Love’s our sole resource, that employs no force and yet empowers us with bliss showers. Music of the spheres, pleasing to our ears entwines with fragrance; benign bliss flagrance. When love’s bid welcome, we be to become holder of the flame, in our life’s end game. 21-July-2022...

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How pristine is our silence, strangled by thought violence, unless we’re in witness mode, bliss suffused, heart our abode? When we thus do disappear, bliss tingles begin to spear each cell of mind-body form, with magnetic currents warm. Transmuted by love, all’s well. No desires remain to quell. That that remains, a bliss mist, open heart and unclenched fist. 12-April-2022...

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Dynamic stillness, incessant motion, sacred geometry, now manifest, tranquil meditation, no commotion, life journey, a joy fest, as we are blessed, fears rest, no longer by desire possessed, moment to moment, all moments entwined, playing our life role, in as is assigned, ceasing to weigh and size, we vaporise, in timeless time, direct wisdom divined, receptive to each life breath in surprise. 20-December-2021...

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As we be breathed, by grace divine sublime We nestle into the tranquil silence Magnetic trumpets sound rapturous chime Rekindling the flame of our innocence Transmuting to become, current vibrant Save love and light, the lower disappears Joyous presence, to each pulse cognisant Celebrates as bliss each node within spears No seeking remains, as we simply flow Dynamic stillness is now the...

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"Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other" Anton Chekhov ~~~~~~~~~ Medicine, an in-pouring Literature, poetry, our outpouring In tandem setting into motion, vibration Epitomising our being-ness by gentle resonation Let then our medicine, oh hermit, be the love caress Soft, healing touch, leaving us free of...

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