Mystic Poetry

[Astra]

Here are some poems I made. Feel free to drop your own or others. 
 

 

The gates of love

Open wide

When we realize 

That the you is I 

 

 

Real eyes

Realize

Our present 

Our prize

 

 

The wise realize 

That there is no difference 

Between the you

And the I 

 

 

In silence and peace 

Not lacking in the least 

The wisdom of the east

Fulfills like a feast

 

Seek 

Until you meet

The godly one

Found in everyone

 

Resting in being 

Is truly freeing 

Becoming is illusory

You are already

Pure and holy

The one and only 

 

 

One who awakens from the dream

Finds that they are pure and clean

They are beyond what is seen

They evaporate like steam

They come down like rain

Guiding all in realizing the same

 

Vast as the infinite sea

We remain in eternal tranquillity 

The master’s key

Is to simply be

 

Just be in this peace

That is present eternally 

There is no need to reach 

We already have it

There is no need to grasp

We cannot lose it

 

Be rooted

In that which has no form

And inner peace

Will become the norm

 

 

Know yourself

And find that you are wealthy

Know yourself

And find that you are worthy

Know yourself

And find that you are holy

Know yourself

And find that you are godly

 

There is no door to enter

The source is here

It’s nature like space 

Vast and clear

 

What we thought 

Mattered 

It became our present 

What we thought mattered

Didn’t

All that mattered

Was our present

Look at the tree that’s talk

 Thanks to it’s roots it will not fall

It ascends while staying planted

It’s progress is nearly cemented

 

The inner peace within

Is like an eternal friend

Peace is always near 

Never there always here

 

 

Like a flower

You shall bloom

And shine like the sun

Uplifing everyone

[deci belle]

I see you really went with mixing the cadence, Astra… I have this one to share with you for now ❤︎

 

Who spells it out

leaves  my ear ringing

without a doubt

without a trace

in wonder?

They all say

who knows the way

but who hears it

coming from you

like thunder?

Our own mouths

can melt metal

but who can forge

an open secret

like you?

Whisper me

homeless pearly words

when we meet in the middle

in the middle of nowhere.

Sing me

rungs of hollowpoint

leaned against the new moon

by passerine nightbirds.

Talk me down

from siamese heights

and vault me

beyond the veils

…yonder.