Spirituality Poems
Evara
by Mehrannè Talebian
Beyond the limitless barriers of one’s mind, all doubts fade
Whispers of divine power chant a cosmic tale.
In Eden’s embrace, guardian angles weave with grief
What shall be destined, despite ones mistaken belief.
But, oh to believe
Its reflection illuminates the beauty of the divine with a glance,
Pierces the heart while within lies a sacred trance.
A gift of oneness
A power unseen
There’s nothing that one cannot find within
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Thank you for being here
by Tim Hager
You need to be broken, cracked open, to discover deeper layers to your being. The good news is that you can never completely break, for what you truly are cannot die. So as you break, all that dies are protective layers, illusions, and walls you have inherited from your surroundings and sustained because you didn’t know any better.
So let yourself break, and let the pain that arises be the fire that burns away all your doubts. Step back and allow these intense and scary emotions to run through your veins. These feelings are not your enemies, and deep down, you know this. They are but contracted love - your own repressed, malnourished, scared inner child crying out to be heard. As you become their embrace, they will unfold and bloom into powerful allies, like trees of such might and beauty that sustain your destiny’s unfolding.
Don’t be scared of your pain, and if you are, don’t add to it with more disdain. Acceptance is ever-present, and even your perfect inability to accept how you feel is already accepted, or else it wouldn’t be happening. Now you are free, not because you’re in control of yourself, but because you’ve let go of your anxious grasp on life. You’ve rediscovered your very own childlike freedom that is so deeply rooted in unknowing, in letting go and embracing what life sets before you. You never needed to become anyone, never needed to earn acceptance. Life has already said “yes” to you, for it has been unconditionally nourishing you until this very point. You are nature’s gift to itself, you breathe its air and eat its fruits, you stand in awe at its beauty and unknowingly carry out your divine duty, just by being you - a role no one else could fill.
Allow yourself to break now, to become a total mess. Drop your theatrical composure, with which you might have fooled other personas, but never could find any meaningful closure. Let the fear of being nobody fill your heart and brutally tear it apart, for every layer that falls away is a courageous step into the light of a new day.
And if you ever wonder what this pain is all about, it is not merely a source of frustration, but the very source of your being, the infinite power of creation. It is truly God’s fertile breath, the source of all life and the antidote to death. Scary it may be, but full of life for eternity. The dark, empty bottom of your being is where paradise reveals. Beyond space and time, beyond all definitions and names, the only thing that remains is the naked sense of “I”, the place where you and God stand eye to eye - one more step, now you’ve melted in his might.
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Orisons at Dawn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
A faint smile paints the face of a pilgrim.
Sadness remains glued to the palate
As long as the hurried meal tastes awful.
When the moon becomes stingy with its light
The rich and the poor grope.
Darkness confirms the weakness of light, when it fails
To shine through the veil of the night, bloated and
Coarse, formless and cruel.
We light our lamps to the effulgence of
Our hearts, dampened by the harsh courage of
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When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
These are heretical poems about God, religion, the Bible and the Christian religion.
When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All
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When Religion Becomes Your Opium
by Ghairo Daniels
WHEN RELIGION BECOMES
YOUR OPIUM
When religion becomes your
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn
to mosque then lie in fever flu
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying
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When Religion Becomes Your Opium
by Ghairo Daniels
WHEN RELIGION BECOMES
YOUR OPIUM
When religion becomes your
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn
to mosque then lie in fever flu
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying
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Meditation Hour
by Ghairo Daniels
MEDITATION HOUR
Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour
I’m inside a strand of hair
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The 24 Roadblocks to Enlightenment
by AiR - Atman in Ravi
The Purpose of our Life is Enlightenment
But we are all trapped in Achievement
We run a race trying to be an ace
Lost in this maze, we don't live with grace
And all we end up is with entertainment
What is Enlightenment, this Truth, do we know?
It is overcoming Ignorance within, a spark is lit, aglow
It is overcoming the lie that God lives in the sky
Going on a Quest, Realizing, 'Who am 'I''
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27. Spirit's Battle
by Kea Campbell
I've been looking for you, searching the pews.
Awaiting your voice to tell me what to do.
It's 3 in the morning and I can't feel a thing.
I’m fighting my demons, but on the cusp of defeat.
Weary souls can't catch a break.
We can't catch up; we are cursed by the snake.
Aching and yearning for the Devil's debate.
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26. Dear Acquaintance
by Kea Campbell
At nights my eyes burn
Midnight meetings with a sheep
Praying with free tongue
The walls are my shrink.
Playing with riddles
Bargaining with nothing
On behalf of my flesh
Addicted to suffering.
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