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Philosophers and sages too
Enjoy the focused powers
And the mystic natural beauty
Of the early morning hours

I greet the sunrise with a smile
Each day this precious wonder
Displays for all, both small and great
For those who rise from slumber

The quiet of the peaceful morn
Engages all my senses
Provides me light and clarity
To cut through life’s pretenses

The morning hours bring inner joy
Rhythm matching Mother earth
True wealth imbues into my flesh
When I witness each day’s birth
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I've always loved being up in the morning hours. The calm and focus and perspective allow me to enjoy more of the day. I also appreciate the connection with nature by watching the sky slowly lighten into a beautiful sunrise.

Sages, saints, and philosophers the world over have praised the benefits of the morning hours. Read the poem below and gain the benefits of matching the rhythm of earth and sun.

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Christopher
Relax, begin to Imagine you are in the proximity
to immerse yourself into a precious moment.
It is that needed time you have brought into being, and is intrinsic
to experience composure, equanimity.
Smooth - melodic - ambient music with simple cause,
low and soft will, in its incipiency invalidate
trending previous troublesome thoughts,
silkily, sauntering, lingeringly pauses,
to softly embrace your audible senses
with silence which conveys complete assurance,
that the here and now is yours, no-one elses,
ataraxia created by you, for your true inner self,
It continues; envelops remaining unsettled interruption
embraces the heart, and encourages serenity,
all the remaining negative, solicitous intellection
are temporarily, tipped out of your consciousness,
you are experiencing them leave, then transcended
with blissful tranquillity for your indulgence.
You are asleep with your eyes open, it feels so benefic,
the mind is calm and clear no longer confused.
Melodious sound continues to provide atmospheric
momentum to this sensibility folding into the soul.
Joyfully you are enduring moments of pure inner solitude and
wrapped in perfect peace, consciousness uncommitted.
There is no expectation of time, not at all
just the psyche drifting, changing shape, density, profundity.
You feel wonderfully restituted, calmed; uplifted.
You sense it, knowing, this absence of tension you sought,
this, your perfect you, is transient and will slowly begin to regress, reluctantly,
relinquishing this blissfully serene, conditioned emotional stillness, to be restored.

Then you turn the telly on!     All gone.

Michael C Crowder        March 5th 2019
the power of clearing one's mind, so reality erases the experiences
hazem al jaber Jul 2018
Power's love ...

do you remember ...
when i told you ...
with all power ...
of my heart ...
that i love you ...
and never to live normaly ...
without you ...

do you still remember ...
how much i said ...
how much love i wrote ...
as a whispers ...
and as a poems ...
about the love ...
which i feel to you ...

O lady ...
just think more ..
about my words ...
and how much i said ...
i love you ....

rethink more ...
sweetheart ...
feel my words ...
and please ...
don't forget ...
my words ...

yes my angel ...
whom i always dream about ...
i still and will keep ...
this power ...
of love ...
only for you ...
and never ever ...
to lost a hope ...
of meeting you soon ...
just to tell you ...
i love you ...
while my eyes ...
into yours ...

hazem al ..
Semicolon May 2018
Am I the demons,
Or the angels in my thoughts?
My scars or my powers?
When they describe me, do they describe me as my strengths, or my weaknesses? Who am I?
selflessflaws Apr 2018
now you're a memory, desperately trying to be forgotten. the sad truth is that memories don't just 'fade away'. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get you out of my head and the memories we once shared. God, I loved you so much.
11.45pm
Luna Mar 2018
Once upon a time, light and darkness were born
Two ancient powers, taking form
They possessed every norm
Tipping the world upside down
Till their masters were created
They thought the chaos would be regulated
but fools they were
For the historic battles were never immortal
Hence, giving birth to an abnormality
It defied conformity
Instead of aversion,
A strange pull manifested gravitation...
An enticing realization
Much like a forbidden love,
their kiss hovered between red and mauve.
No sooner than it began, the curse set in.
a big bang and a continuous dilation
banned alienation
An agonizing melancholic segregation
for a Luna, once a creature of delicate darkness
is now a vampire feeding on her lover's light
dainty lights into one big stormy fire
an existence where they keep shattering each other's presence,
and for it to be poetically beautiful,
Is their reality.
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