Poetry Blogs (2020, spirituality)
julie callaghan on Penniless Thoughts (1 hour ago)
We live in a time of cosmic bifurcation, we live in a time of unprecedented existential threats to life on Earth, including climate change, deforestation, food insecurity, and wildlife numbers in free fall, human overpopulation. the society is in turmoil. There is more and more violence. There’s more and more conflict. We are acting as if we are unconne...
Monday 12th October 2020 9:16 am
Society is lost,
Consciousness is gone,
They have rejected their spirits,
It didn't take very long,
Yet physically farther than ever,
People don't want to face themselves,
It's a thought they dread to endeavor,
The clock is ticking,
Just take a deep breath,
Your losing your mortality,
The omnipresent threat of death,
Sunday 27th September 2020 7:48 am
To hear my voice in the silence of my mind
Unaware on the outside the passing of time
In these dark crevices, what is it that I hide
The sound of mid-tones words
As the prayer wheel turns
A Mantra for me, I must learn.
The superstitions of religion created in the past
Stained glass images are not what they seem.
Contradictions of the forgiver will condem...
Friday 4th September 2020 2:17 pm
Have you given up on me have I given up on you
What is it we really can do as we look like fools
Can't see the future past my own dreams
But can you say your truly free
Don't need no blessed beads.
Don't need no lucky rabbit's feet.
Just need our leader's minds to be free.
Instead of thinking of a destructive ideology
They have a death wish for...
Friday 7th August 2020 1:37 pm
Saturday 18th July 2020 2:22 am
Our home, a pale blue dot in the vastness of universe's untouched beauty, a tiny, spherical world, afloat in a immensity of space and time. Here for a moment, and then we're leaving for the eternity. In the school of mortality we learn to acrobat over the abyss.
Tuesday 9th June 2020 11:14 am
Since I cannot sense a name for God
power will stutter out of my mouth
In the old days it was the Village Church
Rich with Stain Glass Hypocrisy and Sin
In the middle it was a wasteland, dead
Then I saw God and everything changed
Spirit stood on my shoulder and held me
Angels came in plain clothes to erase me
No-one left even though I tried to kill me
In the attire ...
Tuesday 21st April 2020 1:37 pm
instances of mesmerizing glimpses vivify and lend clarity into an understanding of soul.
evocation leaves an everlasting mark as two twin flames embark from a space of divine love to create fate
meticulous minds pick a place and time, upon your arrival show a sign that's vital, gravity pulls us in for a kiss as our hearts meet.
my greatest wishes grant admission, a star is born and with t...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 9:05 am
occult curriculum, whispers of the ancients, leave for letting out secrets
oil lamp kindling catching flames; shining begotten light from passerbys
in between classes, shifting penrose stairs lead into underlying framework on occasion
halls lined with rooks adjacent and curators searching for a select
rites of secret passageways proclaimed, karma to the dark is just a means to an end
Saturday 4th April 2020 11:11 am
What if the Sabbath weren’t a day
but a state of being
that permeates our earthereal Eden?
What would you keep holy?
Sunday 29th March 2020 3:00 pm
We need a sense of the unity of life and of humans for the sake of human welfare and for the survival of the planet. We need a sense of unity with the cosmos so that we can connect with Reality. But we also need a sense of individuality, for the sake of our own dignity and independence and of the loving care for others. We need it to appreciate each natural form, each animal and plant, each human ...
Sunday 29th March 2020 7:44 am
I was the ocean and he was the moon,
natures opposites yet love would sprout soon.
As I push against his gravitational pull,
Though on my axis my hearts orbit falls.
Quite often I am his biggest challenge,
But as the ying to his yang he fixes this imbalance.
My spirit soul mate who facilitates my flow,
Through the high and low tides our love for one another ...
Thursday 19th March 2020 11:54 am
A trestle table set with content and classical elements
places a coven with arenose intent in a safe space
their minds set on causing change—present occurences canvass Mandala by way of effect.
fascicle circuits blitz and singe might-have-beens
washing away strands emblazoned in ever apparentness
accommodating silver lining fringe wherein proper golden ratio leaves
their genus' plant matter ...
Monday 9th March 2020 4:15 pm
Is it a sin for your muse
to inspire mine,
provide momentary escapes
from loneliness, pain,
the daily grind,
give words to fantasies
of the mind,
connect soul ties.
It’s hard to believe
a God of love
would consider musing
If it is, that’s not a religion
to which I subscribe.
Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm
Shining ever so bright
a beacon of hope, like a chinese lantern
photosynthesis get' me through the night
beauty so divine, i wonder if i could map her
would the geometry show me the light?
because she must be god's best work
my third eye look through the peephole
how can she not have walls up when she deals with these people
guide me, be my mentor
would you take my hand, and put this flow...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:41 pm
in your essence I sense resplendence
could do no wrong by me, your personably impressioned defendant
your honor is what I strive for
it's why the day turns to night, sun and moon argue back and forth
fight about what's wrong and who's right, tug of war
light bends but doesn't break, shines through the prism, and is perceived in different waves
I met you once but my memory is starting to fade...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:38 pm
Matriarch butterfly, conduct conducive
mother gaia's demeanor echo.
as you move mountains
as she size your shoe, electrifying presence
you're so well grounded
heart fluttering, don't be disheartened.
trumpets erupting, as you walk the walk, my mind carry off as I'm wrapped in your minutiae
Shift the world, your tectonic occupancy lay rise to volumes of topographic novelties
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:56 pm
Love is in the air forecasters say
at first blush, be that as it may
chalk initials in handpicked tins invoke remembrance by paving ways
palms supine scribed with written in lines tie sanskrit signs
significance is found in the now
springs and gears ticking time
as faeries grant blessings shifting through a lovers parade
Concurrent reminiscence written on akashic pages taking turn
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:51 pm
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