#transcendence poems on Hello Poetry

The Quantum Bound Poet Apr 3

The Glass That is Empty, is Full With Potential

In the glass that is empty, overflows divine might.
In the chasm of silence, where new stars may ignite.
The void holds a state of potential in every instance.
Its darkness is the proof of an infinite existence.

Energetic quantum fields, they hold a nothing that is all.
There's a pleromatic silence that is actually the call.
Entropy keeps all her secrets, only told in conscious waves,
As new patterns are stitched from the fabric of decay.

Potential, though unspoken, lives in every empty heart.
Divine purpose suspended between the light and dark.
Space and time twist as both the future and the past,
Silence holds the truth, stating all was made to last.

For the empty always morphs into limitless creation.
Hearts beat the rhythms of our quantum contemplation.
A paradox prevails as the chaos becomes the tamed.
It's converging particles that blend into a single wave.

The empty glass, a garden. Quantum seeds begin to sprout.
In this parodoxic realm, there's an inside to the out.
In spaces between seconds, whole realities are grown.
Each moment is a leaf upon the tree of what's unknown.

My psyche falls apart, but its progression makes me whole.
Where absence turns into a dark salvation for the soul.
By the frequency of binaural pulses altered, I'm entranced.
The infinite, just waiting, in a single random chance.

In the silence of the mind, potential calls without a sound.
We're adrift in nothingness, lost in all that we have found.
Yet the glass that is empty holds a truth beyond profound,
I'm as infinite as darkness, I am nothingness unbound.

And in the space of emptiness, as pure as it is wide,
Is the force of a divine potential hid in the sublime.
Both broken and the whole, we let go to be embraced,
By the empty glass, to be transmogrified by conscious space.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦

#enlightenment #inspirational #quantum #science #consciousness #selfawareness #existentialism #asenscionism #transcendence #transmogrification

The Quantum Bound Poet Mar 31

I Want to Hold The Moon

I want to hold the moon, in the stillness.
As a newly healed being, forgetting his illness.
With transcendent secrets, long lost, and unheard.
Converge with the earth, my body returned.

It's not just the glow that my soul truly seeks-
But the calling of a gnosis, at its brilliant peak.
The kind that would nurture without word or touch.
With pulses divine, surging through me in flux.

I want to push oceans, form the tides Mighty sway.
As nova's light the way, even brighter than the day.
Not where I am dying, but drifting sublime.
Through a cosmic stimulation of emotions and mind.

To hold the moon is to be as the dark,
The Infinite void with no ending or start.
To weave through galaxies in quantum ascent.
To be untethered, unmeasured, and unbent.

For there's a place where echoes of gnosis still call.
Where darkness is divine, as it stands without fall.
For when all existence comes to end, as we know it.
Darkness not only lives but will thrive by the moment.

The stars told a secret, the divine know our depths.
Our intentions are gold. We're not at fault for our steps.
I want to walk where quantum waves ebb and flow,
And merge with the calm, only the moon has ever shown.

To hold the moon is to live as the night.
No longer chasing myths of a misguiding light.
To rest with the shadows, unobserved in their allure.
My failing charred heart, reborn by the nights cure.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦

#moon #transcendence #ascension #divinity #immortality #void #infinite #cosmic #existentialism #philisophical

The Quantum Bound Poet Mar 31

I Want to Hold The Sun

I want to hold the sun, as a flame.
As a shroud that no longer needs his name.
Devalues his origin, and the costs incurred.
I'll dissolve in the furnace, my body deferred.

It is not the burning that I truly seek,
But a quiet surrender, at a radiant peak.
The kind that evaporates matter aligned,
In myths of forever, leaving time behind.

I want to watch as light rays become dust.
As suns burn hollow, saturate and then rust.
Not where I'm dying, but morphing sublime.
A process dissolving emotions and mind.

To hold the sun is to grasp at gold.
Abandon the flesh, that's grown tired and cold.
To slip through the cracks where mortality turns.
And breathe in the silence as lungs start to burn.

For there is a place where the ashes belong.
Where shadows are living and scream with a song.
Where the afterlife is not just a realm I'll behold,
But a quiet ascension to a gnosis untold.

With stars I share a secret. "The Divine are forgiving".
Their quantum doorways are their gift to the living.
I want to walk through, with that luminous flow.
My transmogrification into the unknown.

To hold the sun is to become its light,
To no longer struggle in the dark cosmic fight.
To emerge as the stardust that I know is pure.
Lay the illness of a life in defeat by Deaths Cure.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦

#afterlife #ascension #transcendence #death #divinity #immortality #infinite #emotional #dark #existentialism

Digital Melancholy Mar 17

The Universe in You

My love will reach every atom of your being—
touching the physical with my lips,
the unseen with my heart.

And beyond the atoms,
my love will reach the mysterious force
that binds them,
the force that shaped you
into the soul I treasure.

With my soul,
I will connect to yours,
beyond the visible,
beyond the known.

#love #soul #connection #atoms #mystery #spirituality #intimacy #transcendence #bond #universe

JAMIL HUSSAIN Mar 15

Soaring Beyond the Stars

A whisper, a call from the divine place unknown,
It stirs the heart, as though by winds it’s blown,
A summons soft, yet piercing in its might,
To rouse the soul and guide it to the light.

"Rise, O’ humanity, from the dust of earth's domain,
You are but sparks, yet flames that break the chain,
Created to soar, to reach a station high,
Where time is naught, and space shall bid you fly."

The silent air bears witness to this creed,
A voice divine, a truth the soul does need,
Your being, formed of earth and stars combined,
Is called to seek the realms of the divine.

Let not the worldly chains your spirits bind,
For you are born with treasures yet unlined,
The heavens invite, and the path is clear,
To rise, O’ humanity, and leave behind your fear.

The call is soft, yet clearer than the day,
It bids you journey, to the heights away,
For you have wings within your hearts to fly,
And in your souls, eternity does lie.

Rise, O’ humanity, your purpose calls you nigh,
To reach the station where the angels sigh,
The whisper stirs, it calls you ever true,
For you are made of light, and born anew.

#divinecall #awakening #spiritualjourney #eternallight #humanityrising #transcendence #divinewhisper #soulawakening #higherpurpose #celestialpath

JAMIL HUSSAIN Mar 12

Rising from Dust

Listen—hear the whispers of the moon, bold and clear,
A voice from the depths of stillness, calling you near.
From the quiet twilight, where time holds its breath,
I rise, my soul ignited, shedding the veil of death.
From dust I rise, my spirit set ablaze with yearning,
To soar in realms where love’s eternal flame is burning.
In the depths of Being, where time and space are no more,
I seek the essence of forever, an unending shore.

I cast aside the chains of fleeting, worldly dream,
The false illusions that shimmer but vanish like a stream.
No longer do I hunger for crowns or hollow fame,
For I have found a fire that burns beyond all name.

Let not the chaos of the world distract your heart,
For it is but a fleeting storm that tears all things apart.
In the silence of the soul, where the self fades away,
I hear the voice of wisdom, calling me to stay.
Not in the pursuit of glory, nor the world’s fleeting grace,
But in the surrender of ego, I find my sacred place.

The path is not for the eyes, nor for the feet to tread,
But for the heart to listen, where no map is spread.
I rise, the tree of the vineyard; my ghazal is my fruit,
From my fruit, create the wine of the crimson root.

I carve no roads upon the earth, no trace for man to find,
But in the depths of my being, I leave the world behind.
Here, in the stillness, where all illusions cease,
I merge with the Infinite, and rest in boundless peace.

#transcendence #innerpeace #eternallove #spiritualawakening #selfdiscovery #wisdom #souljourney #timelesstruth #divineconnection #silenceandstillness

Syafie R Jan 12

Lithium

In the hush of your name, a storm is stilled,
A prayer, weightless as dusk fading to nothing.
You pour through my veins, dissolving into me,
A secret I've longed to keep.

Swallow me whole—consume my need,
Until silence is all, and our voices are gone.
I crave your stillness,
A balm that heals yet burns—
My anchor, though I float between breath and oblivion.

You cannot stay forever,
And I cannot breathe without you.
What is life but a flame too long held?
A flicker that burns and fades.

#desire #transcendence #silence #love #longing #impermanence #intimacy #surrender #spirituality #emotion

Edward Hynes Dec 2024

Except

I don’t think there’s a God except
  I’ve sometimes felt Transcendence.

I might believe in God except
  When we’re alone, we’re wired to project,

To think that someone’s over there
  Somewhere that we can’t see. Except:

We don’t see sound and we don’t hear light
  However loud, however bright,

So maybe it’s perception,
  Not projection,

One more connection,
   Outside of space and time,

One more direction,
  At right angles to the rest.

And when we turn down light and sound,
  And wait with no one else around,

Then reach out with a quiet mind,
  Perhaps it’s really God we find.

#god #transcendence #spirituality #meditation #encounter #perception #mysticism

Jack Groundhog Nov 2024

The oaken door

A-walking through a burial ground
as autumn’s bleak winds buffet me,
I hear plainchant that makes no sound
come from a church behind bare trees.

As I wade through seas of fallen leaves
that blanket tombs of fallen folk,
the whitewashed church’s lichened eaves
are loosely draped like a priestly cope.

Behind the church’s wooden door
comes silence sounding out a song.
Its words unsaid, no rigid score,
to the whirlwind this primal hymn belongs.

Well fortified by thick stone walls
a-quarried from the craggy heart
of this carved earth’s basalt halls,
this house still plays its sacred harp.

For though someday the sun will rise
above this temple’s gaping ruin,
its oaken rafters open to the skies,
there will go on the formless tune

whose notes compose creation’s tale
that’s told unwritten in lettered fire.
In my lungs I breathe the words
to join someday the hidden choir.

With that, this door did not lead inside
that bastion built for worshipping.
Her song instead had opened wide
my spirit for all this life will bring.

Inspired by a recent visit to the cemetery of a 13th century church, which has partially whitewashed rough stone walls and a great oaken door.

#creation #death #melancholy #sad #spiritual #transcendence

Kasansa Kuya Nov 2024

The Mountain

From afar, it appeared so small,
So small, in fact, that I could not make out any details.
With every step, a new detail emerged,
With every breath, new energy converged.

A stone’s trip disrupted my journey
Towards the mountain.

Anger forced me to my knees,
My muscles atrophied,
The coming winds resisted my actions.
Lightning struck close to me,
The thick morning fog blinded me,
My nights were restless and full of terrors.

Time passed regardless of action
During the journey
Towards the mountain.

Failure was certain either way:
To fail while trying or to not move further.
Yet with every step, power returned.
The lightning illuminated the path,
The fog sharpened dull focus,
Restful nights restored lost intuition.

Certainty returned on the journey
Towards the mountain.

At the apex,
The starting point seemed so small—
So small, in fact, that I could not make out any details.
With a thought, every detail emerged.

#growth #perseverance #transcendence