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This, my darling, is what you call divine -
my good for nothing, wondrous soul. Take but a step inside - let the beauty bedazzle you. Find yourself in outer space and let the shooting stars of my heartstrings guide you home.
She said,

“See? I knew you’d be back.”

And he said,

“We’re home; finally.”
A conversation between Harmonious Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine; integrated into an Alchemical Union.
Have you ever had an open box of cornflakes
slip out of your hands
(at the precise time you were constructing a poem in your head)
and scatter all over the kitchen
like the fragile egos of self righteous partisans
(creating a bigger mess if you trample them)
and thus, you find yourself on all fours
sweeping a recently swept floor
once more.....

We’re brought up looking for divine expedience in any mishap that happens:  
“Maslehat” they say.... there must be a hidden benefit in this!
“it’s a small loss in lieu of a bigger one that it prevented”...
....and we tune our frequencies from ambition to complacency....
year after year,
generation after generation,
till that becomes the default station.....

I even start looking at the benefits hidden in the mess at hand...
I’ve discovered crevices under the stove where my cleaner never reaches,
(now I can prepare an admonition for her
—-wouldn’t have happened without the corn flakes.... thank you!)
I imagine worse scenarios.... it could have been the bag of flour, or the spice jars .... or.... glass bottles.
The work instantly becomes less tedious, as I weigh it against shards of glass and invisible weapons of potential exsanguination....
oh shukar , shukar, shukar..... Alhamdulillah.
It’s ok, it’s only cornflakes....  

It’s only cornflakes, and my attitude.... ( that’s in question)
keeping things together, even when they’re crumbling,
cleaning up messes, and counting on second guesses,
Using crafting glue and bluetac to hold up foundations
( this doesn’t merit any recommendation!)

A friend once said, “ sometimes you have to let it break, so that you can build it better....”
but what is better, when each damage is a consecration  
that is the conundrum of creation
it’s all a substrate
it’s all a message
its all salvation
I had told my friend, “listen I don’t know how to use metaphors,
and I only have a few of my own,
will you give me some on loan?
I need them to break and remake my ache.... “
The silence meant yes.
I could take all the phrases,
all beautiful words, all dictions, all praises
In these clumsy hands, ( since the heart understands)
And if I spill them like cornflakes,
no matter what it takes,
I’ll find a way, to scoop them in a poem.

These events actually occurred
Star BG 5d
I am a wonderful creation
orchestrated from a grand idea.
A vibration if brilliance, wrapped in human form

I am a precious being
filled with spark of Divine
Awakening everyday in breath
wrapped in pulsations to aid.

A gift who stands readied to advance
inside the compounds of human form.
Inspired by  Lori Jones McCaffery  Thanks
One of three poems
dpbian Nov 26
Oh unlimited form of energy,
When thou will come to me.
Will it be as early as it should be
Or be so late to be of no use for me?
I wonder when thou will come,
I ponder how thou will come.
What should I do just sit and wait,
Or pull myself together and do a work great.
But to do a work great I need thou,
And to make you come to me I bow.
Oh unlimited form of energy,
When thou will come to me.
Am I loud enough to reach you,
Or for you to find me should I leave a clue.
Oh but I'm in a situation so dilemmatic,
Anyone would if listen it'll sound hectic.
I even don't know I'm reaching you or not,
And if I've reached I don't know you're bound to me or not.
-Divya Prakash Bhardwaj
(DPBian art)
I was depressed that i was not good at even a single thing that would feed me in future so this poem came out as I wanted *** to give me the strength and confidence to do what is required.
full for
every step
my able body
a moving earth
beneath my feet

two eyes that see
one heart that beats
Love that breathes
through all of me

a mind that hopes
for light to roam
when darkness
sets me free

better days
i can portray
with Trust i've
come to bleed

of course i see
the Light in me
and how lovely
i've come to be

and although i
so Love those highs
i've come to cherish
these lows of mine

it is the hardest
days i garnish
evermore with
with Light i beam

for from the dark
i do embark on
the grandest
d i v i n e
parts of
i am thankful to be full ~fifillued by the fire inside
+ thankful to be inspired by old poems of mine :’)
Woman of red
Wild strawberries spring from your bed

Hair made of lavender
So potent and blurry

A crackle of moonlight
Your septum piercing

My heart slipped from my chest
And I tucked it in my stocking

I’ll call you sometime when the sun hangs heavy
Your tongue tastes like cherries
A dance with the divine
i see a long line
made of lunatic, inebriate saints—
chanting orisons
with their haloes and white robes—
racing to the sea
screaming and preaching—
exchanging blows
for the blood of the ******—
illuding one another
for the salvation they thirst—
saying, i am one
to ascend the divine nirvana.

am i now a heathen?
for orisons should not pierce the ears—
yet i am dead sick
thus i pray for and on my own—
for the guts to try
ending the hellish havoc.

and when i finally screamed
sets of vile eyes, fangs and weapons—
smiled at me.
this is what happened to my country right now. for this one has a sensitive theme to it, i'll leave it to your own interpretation. written for the first prompt 'Halo' of November Hall of Poetry challenge on LINE app.
katie Oct 30
time never mattered with us;
because the distance between you and i
was only but a couple thousand miles

love never lessened between us;
because i always felt your presence in me,
and i saw what, someday, we could be

words never lost meaning to us;
because your message was loud and clear,
how could i mistaken your love, my dear?

silence never discouraged us;
because you were always by my side,
and i can’t wait for the chance to call you mine
to my one .
CMS Oct 28
I acquiesced to your prowess
There was not much I could do
Gave myself to you before the sun rise
All I can do is think of you

Knowledgeable fingertips traverse your body
Every muscle memorized carefully
As if playing a fine instrument
tuned and made just for me

We made beautiful music together
Sounds as old as time
Can't wait for the next symphony
You make sleepless nights divine!
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