Metaphysics
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Quantifying my light and love, is as futile as counting the stars above, trying to estimate the extent of my life is as pointless as trying to find the source of all light. For at times we should understand things are beyond our ken, and are to complicated for the minds of humans.
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Dreaming dreams of elevated transcendence’s, living life dwelling in the essences, of my conscious creative imaginative, making the most of my mindful cognitive. Inspirational feelings are momentary, repeated in words just like a commentary, conveying my feeling of literary clumsiness, rhyming and writing in divine solemness, trying to exude the passion of soulfulness, draining my…
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Inspired by meditation Found in the bliss Of taking quiet moments To remember why we exist, To love and to care To promote peace, And to share Our inner beauty And our spiritual belief.
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The soul is a luminescent place Full of compassion love and grace Take sometime to dwell in this space And reconnect with your consciousness Each moment of each day.
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When they say I am expiring, When they say that I am dying, Don’t be sad And don’t be crying, Because it is my philosophy That we all go back to energy, And energy lasts eternally. We just go back to the stars Just go back and recharge, But the problem is we forget who…
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The depth of your love is only equalled by that of the universe. The infinite scale of your compassion is only matched by that of creation.
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Happy are those who embrace light, Feeling the warmth and delights, Of a positive attitude and positive mind, And awakened to synchronicity signs. Happy are they For they are blessed, For they understand That life is a quest, For living and loving And learning so much, And who are spiritually tuned in And who divinity…
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Cavernous depths, Subterranean ideas, Reaching down into realms unknown, Deep down within the core, Where nothing can be heard but the roar. Belief structures of an ancient age, Wisdom akin to that of a sage. Talking in fables, Of life from the cradle, To the grave, Believed by some to be a knave Believed by…
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She was a crepuscular soul A twilight angel vision Ancient and old A sage with so much wisdom Retaining all her beauty Encapsulated in a glance A mystical temptress She was the goddess of the dance Enchanting all Putting men under her spell And they would fall For all the enchantment She possessed These men…
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