"outflung" poems - Hello Poetry

(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation) Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire With secret ***** of subtle, free, creating Fire! Mould thou my very flesh as Thine, renew my birth In childhood merry as divine, enchenated earth! Dissolve my rapture in Thine own, a sacred slaugther Whereby to capture and atone the soul of water! Fill thou my mind with gleaming Thought intense and rare To One refined, outflung to naught, the Word of Air! Most, bridal bound, my quintessentil Form thus freeing From self, be found one Selfhood blent in Spirit Being.

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Aleister Crowley

An Oath

(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation) Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire With secret ***** of subtle, free, creating Fire! Mould thou my very flesh as Thine, renew my birth In childhood merry as divine, enchenated earth! Dissolve my rapture in Thine own, a sacred slaugther Whereby to capture and atone the soul of water! Fill thou my mind with gleaming Thought intense and rare To One refined, outflung to naught, the Word of Air! Most, bridal bound, my quintessentil Form thus freeing From self, be found one Selfhood blent in Spirit Being.

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white noise of satin murmurs out the mouth of a cave commotion of leaves from future prosperity slightly groggy rapids run out of gradient constellations quick talking personalities echo out of range would devoutly expose not long gone gods as a couple of trout swirl one cool consciousness, under the steambed purple dye placid predawn violet arises out of darkness a brief moment slips over surface level nudging cedars sole icy blast bounds over the cliff arms outflung with all the danger onto sand then stepping into a kind of stoop as earth conjures jagged brink chronology of the continent, crisp cuff old corrosive tides chipped lines bones of oak are swallowed by gold dust’n’feather shift in pollen soft sand under inevitable sunrise planetary geography and fragrance of history oceanic compassion embedded in dna the current held a tune coasting by transporting possibility a sigh to slender side who sits a fragment of its imagination a mood, a body rises all powerful arms tinted with contradistinct textures polar bear primes full sized squints scowls scratches sticks out its tongue exalted tongue bright strokes through the water

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Jun 17, 2019

Jun 17, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC

PRN

loud enough in the right direction

white noise of satin murmurs out the mouth of a cave commotion of leaves from future prosperity slightly groggy rapids run out of gradient constellations quick talking personalities echo out of range would devoutly expose not long gone gods as a couple of trout swirl one cool consciousness, under the steambed purple dye placid predawn violet arises out of darkness a brief moment slips over surface level nudging cedars sole icy blast bounds over the cliff arms outflung with all the danger onto sand then stepping into a kind of stoop as earth conjures jagged brink chronology of the continent, crisp cuff old corrosive tides chipped lines bones of oak are swallowed by gold dust’n’feather shift in pollen soft sand under inevitable sunrise planetary geography and fragrance of history oceanic compassion embedded in dna the current held a tune coasting by transporting possibility a sigh to slender side who sits a fragment of its imagination a mood, a body rises all powerful arms tinted with contradistinct textures polar bear primes full sized squints scowls scratches sticks out its tongue exalted tongue bright strokes through the water

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in the tiny cove there swims a tiny fish water clear reflecting sky lapping over small shells steady cleansing sun-bleached driftwood home to tiny ***** trailing over seaweed on their way to cooler shadows sky smiles down finding sparkling reflect in the mica fragments sifting through the scattered fronds of over arching palms day shimmers on the water in my memory gold and brilliant and casting my smiles in shades of warmer blue my outflung hand burning sweetly in the suns fiery kiss I was there I dreamed I am still there in memory

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Apr 19, 2018

Apr 19, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC

patricia-sky-bellefleur

best be blue

in the tiny cove there swims a tiny fish water clear reflecting sky lapping over small shells steady cleansing sun-bleached driftwood home to tiny ***** trailing over seaweed on their way to cooler shadows sky smiles down finding sparkling reflect in the mica fragments sifting through the scattered fronds of over arching palms day shimmers on the water in my memory gold and brilliant and casting my smiles in shades of warmer blue my outflung hand burning sweetly in the suns fiery kiss I was there I dreamed I am still there in memory

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