Presence Poems - Poems about Presence

...surfing the bardo between mind and heart former ego and the latter our soul presence is suffused with a bliss upsurge divine magnetism enlivening form enabling us with the vast void to merge......Read the rest...

...My head was in a daze, I'd been down here for days. All in the name of love, you'd scream, so I let it happen to me. My skin is like fondant, you'd peel it back. I winced and whined, But didn......Read the rest...

...We are aware of some sort of presence. Elusive. Like a fly that will last for one day. Buzzing, which we choose to be aware of. We sleep. We wake up too early. The buzzing that was driving us c......Read the rest...

...I am drawing stars and smileys in your Notebook, while you being away and looking on Justins phone at the back. You forced sam to sit near us, he hesitated because he made me cry yesterday but som......Read the rest...

...Cauliflower- A translation from Ashif Entaz Robi Men may get possessed with ghosts, mine was a scope to cope with cauliflower. For an uncertain grief, I tried to brief with a rhyme that day On a wi......Read the rest...

... As long as he was hale and hearty, has not uttered the name of God. Until things went well as per his plan, has not offered prayers to Him. Taking pride in his youthful vigour, and very handso......Read the rest...

...If I didn't believe I would be lost, unable to grow incapable of finding my path - my loss, living without would be inconceivable beyond measurement; but as it is I do believe......Read the rest...

...Somewhat needed. Your presence allows me to feel... effectively treated. Fleeting. As is all. Resting Ever tentatively. Enticing Ever memorably from, I can't recall? Incessant static, analogou......Read the rest...

...It truly matters not where I roam and ramble; in the cities and towns where I widely travel: the moon is always with me. Anchor of the sky? A spherule relocating? Seemingly shifting, but n......Read the rest...

...In my lonely times, I feel crowded the most. In my sad times, I feel happiest the most. In my crying times, I feel playful the most. In my hurting times, I feel healed the most. In my sto......Read the rest...

...How can we see, if we be blind to touch of God, loving and kind, for though He seeks to set us free, if we be blind, how can we see? Mind of our soul, within heart sleeps, insentient to love’s......Read the rest...

...As I walk around the cottage nestled at the river’s edge, I am greeted by the splendor of nature. The river gushes through the rocky bed as its roar echoes through the valley. I sit in awe watching ......Read the rest...

...O familiar stranger tormenting my mind, Why do you hide behind the veils? Why did you act so apathic when you stood in my presence ? Why do you strike me from behind as a vermin? And cut through......Read the rest...

...The ambiguity of the life of the Christ-child, heralds, modern-day philosophy. Child protection should be absolute and definitive at any time in world history. There were hints or points towards the ......Read the rest...

... After a long sojourn away I returned to God attending mass every day and visiting the chapel betwixt a quiet interlude, blessed silence; Sick and broken lost and afraid I sat there in my p......Read the rest...