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Write lines upon my heart
in pure white light
and I will read them
  
Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity

Breathe in blossoming
warm compassion

Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity

Touch the tender pool
of infinite white light
    
Breathe in blossoming
warm compassion

Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity

Meet me in the air space
between your thoughts
For this is holy ground
With the greatest humility and gratitude, I wish to dedicate this poem tonight to all of you at HP who have shown such lovely support for this quiet poem, which emerged from my deepest inner awareness.
Above all, gratitude to my Teachers.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Sep 2015 Trupoetry
EJ Aghassi
something reenergizing flows
do you feel it? can you sense it now?
the air carries scent
of optimism, the
faint hint of brighter tomorrows
bells and chimes- rustled gently,
swayed by our Mother Earth's
graceful twirls-
sweet peaceful rhythmic
vibrations in perceivable distance

birds are curious creatures
they sing so beautifully
though their beauty is
not known to them
this wind rings in my ears
the birds that are singing
now intertwined with it
their melody has become my own
yet they do not know the soul
they've shown such beauty to
they do not know it any more
or any less than they are
aware of their gift
they just are

and so like the winds
and so like my friends
who gift beauty to grace
the flow of energy
i will be but one
with the breeze & flow,
i will intertwine
so graciously with the gift
i will transcend
                           i will be
appreciation leads to inspiration leads to enlightenment leads to...
 Sep 2015 Trupoetry
Dev
"Sometimes you just need one person. Maybe forever..? Maybe for just a little while. Not long. Being alone is hard, but being with a lot of people can be hard to. Find someone is okay with talking for hour about stupid ****, but at the same time, would enjoy silence with you. Someone who would hike 10 miles then sleep all day. You just need someone to help you balance. Sometimes you need someone to help you keep your center of gravity."
 Sep 2015 Trupoetry
Allyson Walsh
When I'm crawling my way
Out of dreaming about you
My subconscious is sure of your presence
Next to me - kissing me awake

But it is just the sun
Pecking my skin
I admire the sun's call for my waking
But the sun's kiss feels nothing like yours
For WY

I swear you're next to me when I wake up every morning. The empty space reminds me of what I lost.
 Sep 2015 Trupoetry
Z
9:06 PM.
 Sep 2015 Trupoetry
Z
"we're all just people with the same problems and different last names."
~Papa
 Sep 2015 Trupoetry
ThePoet
If I were to
ask God to protect
me from harm, I would
be asking God to protect me
from myself

©
 Sep 2015 Trupoetry
ThePoet
It is not the
existence of God
in which I find
myself a doubt,
but the existence
of my own in
which I find
myself without

©
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