spirituality
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I am vermilion in death created from cinnabar My blood so red as well as tangled and barbed I have been sliced Then spiced and diced All for you delectation And you say it’s all about global privation But I am not sure it goes that far And should this be the answer To feed…
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She crept in silence down to the swamp And saw the dark cave where nobody goes, This whole place shrouded in eldritch trees Primordial feeling of preternatural bewitching, The swamps felt alive yet was as green as the trees Lily pads sat upon it and things below the surface were moving, As dragonflies hovered above…
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Introspection on reflection Viewing life’s different inflections Seemingly afflicted by deflections What’s past is gone no chance of correction We can only hope to learn and develop detection Of what is the right path selection And how we evolve our spiritual connections As one unified race not divided into sections A mutual convergence of affections…
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I connect to the mystical inside me I connect with myself and listen to myself breathe I know that all of the answers residing in me I understand that I can achieve as long as I believe Anything that I want achieve Be anything that I want to be It’s not up to anybody else…
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I saw a dragonfly today Skimming over the surface of a still pond It’s beauty reflecting the light Colours of blue, green opalescent delight It’s wings fluttering as it flew effortlessly It’s a sample of nature in full silent flight It dances weaves, glides and hovers with ease I wish this dragonfly was me flying…
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Pretty little you With you eyes so blue All I ever do Is think about you Pretty little you How you aura shines Your a being Of angelic design And I love you This much is true My pretty little you You always exude Light and truth How could I not Be in awe of…
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Old flames New flames Eternal flames All can burn Your flesh All can reduce You to dust All can burn With incandescent light All can burn Your life down If care is not shown And your blind to it Tread carefully Or you may feel The lick of a flame That suddenly Gets out…
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I have little time for those who stamp their feet shout and demand they want their way they want it now it makes me less likely too accede to their wants and needs but then if you ask me politely you may just about get your way I will be only to willing to play…
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Here we are cascading Flying and crusading Through the ethereal of life And the ether that is love And withing this existence That’s so wildly amazing I feel compelled to embrace it all It’s soothing to feel this love As much as it also wonderful And makes this life always Simply breathtakingly beautiful.
