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Climbing Levels Of Spiritual Enlightenment

learning from the past turning the dark into light grasping a lesson from our Father climbing levels of enlightenment The Almighty presents us with lessons each and everyday it is our job to acknowledge the lessons and grow from them Although presented in different ways we all go through the same lessons in life I call it "climbing levels of spiritual enlightenment" if you grasp the lesson presented and live by that lesson you will begin your climb if you fail to live by that lesson you will tumble back down over and over hence the lessons will be presented to you once again until you achieve them The lessons are not always pleasant as the flesh cries out in pain as I climb and fall throughout my life the agony is soon replace with delight a little pain to receive a blessing from our King What appears to be a failure or a loss with no way out is simply a hidden blessing , a gift from our King...... It's time to start climbing!!! lets grow strong..........


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My Princess Of Imagination

                                        MY PRINCESS OF IMAGINATION
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You are an empress of Heaven who descended on earth
A dear angel of God has taken birth

Your presence brings an awesome fragrance of joy
You are more beautiful than the Helen Of Troy

You resemble a symbol of peace, calmness, wonder and cheer
Like numerous scented flowers engulfed the entire atmosphere

Your presence enthralls the atmosphere with such an ardent passion
Flowers bloom, birds sing, oceans roar, Heaven rejoices in a supernatural fashion

Being a stranger but yet so familiar is an experience of mystery
I wanna be with your present, wanna be with the dreams of your future but never become your past history

I know nothing of you... but your life is a holy book written so well
Synonymous in nature to a religious novel

Every word of which would be so pious and divine
Their utterance will strengthen my soul and make it purely refined

And every word of which I wish you would share with me
And I would keep on listening with extreme curiosity

Hope this book of your life is so lengthy never ending and complicated
That while explaining me with clarity, your entire life is dedicated
Going through your inspiring life will make my mind so captivated
That in things of the world my attention will be never diverted

I would sync deep into your thoughts dreams and emotions
Explore your life like navigating through the depth of mighty oceans
The facts of your life will be as delightful as your nature
Synonymous in experience with a lifetime adventure 
                          to be remembered forever

I wish I was a memorable entity always alive in the vicinity of your thought
Some one who gifted u a special feeling which is beyond the scope of being bought
Spiritual connection with you is magical pleasure. My soul rejuvenates a lot

Your life is extraordinary, it is an eternal bliss
Similar to such a wonderful voyage, the bitter past I shall never reminisce 

Your soul resembles heaven's beauty filled with an angel's grace
I wish to find rest and comfort in such a sacred place

Worldly creatures are mesmerized by your supreme fragrance of serenity
The peace u provide, the calmness u bring resembles an heavenly entity
Synonymous to a medical replenishment of decaying souls to repair all their defects
Such that all disturbance, grief and sorrow are conquered and lose their effects

By the holiness of your spirit every evil existence shall perish
This divine revolution will leave behind only sweet remains to cherish
You bring forth the delight of eternity, a heavenly aura and shine
Which enlightens, encourages depressed souls, their lives renewed and new hopes defined

The everlasting impact of your presence inspires me to build an immortal attachment
And reside under your shadow which symbolizes an abode of holy settlement

I observe a pattern of silence in your behavior
I am unsure if this is part of your natural gesture
What is the reason for this sense of melancholy strain?
May be there is some trauma which brings you pain
Some moments of life you spend in mere solitude
What made u acquire such a lonely attitude?

I pray in your life there must not be any sorrow
Even if there is, I would willfully like to borrow
Any cloud of darkness over your life is beyond my tolerance
No power can besiege your holy throne of reverence

Alas and at last, there is something to say
I am striving with a pathetic feeling of dismay
Why I am so helpless that can not talk to you
Why are you a stranger? Am I some one so new?
Albeit a stranger, why I feel myself so close to you

Its my dream to talk to you for indefinite moments 
To disturb this peaceful conversation, i would'nt prefer ugly opponents

The passion of my imagination is beautiful far beyond the facts of reality
Where in I understand your holy life book in the sacred place with sanctity

I believe you live on earth but exist in the wonders of heaven
Alas your presence in my life may be something I am against hope hopen

Wish for an opportunity to express myself to you
Seems an awkward desire as u consider me so new

In the vision of my imagination, I will always find you near
Your divine presence eliminates any syndrome of fear
And I promise to cherish your presence in my memories till my days are over

I recognize your adorable nature rather than your beautiful look
I already defined you Synonymous to a precious holy book

Wish these feelings on your mind will have a profound impact
Finding acceptance in your life is still an unknown fact
Unknown is whether I bear that supreme fortune to experience your acceptance
Or Else you would consider me unimportant and indulge me in repentance

Wishing you all the best in your future endeavors
To honour my thoughts, please do me some small favours

Give me a true promise that you will forget me never
Request you to cherish these thoughts in your memory with pleasure
And edify yourself as heavenly princess as you are an eternal treasure

Thank You


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The Door Creaks Open

 
   It was All Saints Eve, Halloween,
   And from my window I watched;
Children dressed in various disguises,
   Trick or treating to each house,
    Where Jack-o-lanterns shined;
                      On All Halloween Eve.

   Inside my house candles flickered,
   The corners filled with shadows;
And on an ornate table an Ouija board,
   Waited for my guests to settle,
   It was time to open the door;
                       On All Halloween Even.

   With our hands on the planchette,
   We asked the spirits that dwelled;
To show us a sign, perhaps a presence,
   A long silence was thick and eerie,
   Candles blew out and a door creaked;
                         On All Halloween Even.

   We heard a man's harsh whisper,
   I could feel his breath on my cheek;
As though he was leaning over me,
   All of us were frozen in cold fear,
   As footsteps on wood echoed away;
                           On All Halloween Even.

   It was that very night alone in my bed,
   That I felt my covers being pulled away;
And I had an odd feeling that I was not alone,
   I heard his laughter hanging over me,
    Then I was screaming and screaming;
                            On All Halloween Even.





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September 1, 2013

Narrative

Written by Broken Wings (Constance La France)

For the contest, Everything Halloween, Russell Sivey


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Beauty of the Heart

Your love to me I am on fire.
My desire of the heart it feels.
Your words I hear your voice among them.
I reach out to touch but can not feel.
My empitness of life the void of image I see.
A beauty before my grace I fall to my knees.
My tears they drench in sorrow.
The belove I hold near my heart in dreams.
But only in hopes of tomorrows do I love.
But my every desire to touch and hold you close.
It is my dream to love once more deep in my soul.
But never be alone in darkness and always be love in heart.


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Swan song

The passionate young man on his way to his love
Walked by a lake carrying a snow-white dove
Inside his shirt he held it close to his heart
When he heard a song - an enchanting work of art

The melody was captivating, full of sorrow -
The cries of a soul for whom there’s no tomorrow
An unknown fear gripped the young man’s heart 
Dark crevasses of life to him were an unknown part

So full of life and hope, inevitability he never had to face
The source of the irresistible sound he wished to trace
He looked behind the dense brushes hiding the water
On seeing a wondrous swan his agitated mind grew calmer

He stood there mesmerized, the scene not comprehending
And a chill he felt from the bottom of his spine ascending
Why does something as beautiful as this must end?
Against a dark premonition himself he could not defend

The song told him everything that was, and ever will be
As he stood there listening, in his mind’s eye he could see
The birth of dreams and hopes, the path and the finish,
The igniting spark, the flame and the death of every wish

The swan sang his last and was swallowed by the lake
Slowly the young man from his vision did wake
He felt the dove in his shirt frantically flutter
He gently held it high and let it go, not a word did he utter


Innocence cannot build his nest in a bosom laden 
And burdened with knowledge so dark and craven
The young man continued his journey to meet his darling
A long shadow followed him in his footsteps crawling

Across the lake on yonder side, hidden by the morning fog
An old man, frail and haggard, sat quietly on a bone-white log
He heard the swan too, and watched it get swallowed by the deep
But at this lonely funeral his half closed eyes did not weep

He felt it in his bones, and knew the end was near 
So the swan song filled his feeble mind with fear
Since he was a young man he searched for the answer
The question being: What comes when to death we do surrender?	

He looked to the sky but in vain, he begged but to no avail
The heavens did not open; his body and spirit were broken
When with the last notes of the swan song resounding
Asking for a sign, he saw a dove above the clouds climbing

On his crooked legs he stood as straight as he could
Raising his hands he pleaded, “Take me, if you would”
The solemn swan song became a victorious celebration,
A joyous symphony of the never ending glory of creation

The frail old body fell back onto the bone-white log
Never again to emerge from that otherworldly fog
But a peaceful smile on the old man’s face remained
Having his long-lost innocence of youth finally regained


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Enlightened

Quiet allows me to see..
all around me, everything..
gluttony, kindness, hypocrisy..
all at once, knowing.

In silence one is with Spirit.
In silence one can learn.
Why then all the world noise?
Can't you see your bridges burn?

They babble and babble and babble on
while i quietly observe.
They hustle, plot, help or scam..
I see clearly what they serve.

Disgusted with some, Delighted with others.
Everything around is Not as it first appears.



  © Erin L. Adams 2013


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The Well

A well of crystal clear water, untainted potentiality 
Dug deep in the ground by a house of motionless morality
Refined, dainty dwellers of the house were abounding
But howling winds of doubt on the door came a pounding

The winds brought dark clouds of fear and foreboding
Faith, hope, truthfulness and fidelity have begun eroding
Whence the warlike, wailing winds came there is no telling  
But once the whispers began, of them there was no quelling

The master of the house was enticed and by fear persuaded
His judgment faded and the cosmic for the telluric he traded
Promised he was nothing, perhaps mere elemental existence
But with blind persistence he thirsted for his own subsistence

“Drown your past, smother your pride, and stifle your dignity,
The price for your precious prize will be a mark of infamy”
One by one the master sacrificed and slaughtered his brood 
Lifeless, they were all thrown in the well after being subdued

The water once crystal clear turned murky, opaque and dim
Existence to the master was granted, but life became grim
He stands by the well, peering into the bottomless, abysmal pit
Forever thinking to undo this unhallowed story he`d writ


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We Are The Fruit

I am the peach.You are the pit.
We'll hang on this tree, until we fall.
And when we fall.Here we sit.
I am the peach.You are the pit.

I am the apple.You are the core.
When we fall from this tree.
We'll leave lots lots more.
I am the apple.You are the core.

I am the banana.You are the skin.
Never peeled off.With this we win.
So we are the fruit.
And we come from a tree.
This tree grows from the ground.
That's part of this earth.
Inwhich we live.
We are the fruit..

Tree Of Life Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..
ALL rights reserved..


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Salamander

He sought the sacred fire for so long
One day it manifested through a song
The flame was small and gentle, as he ran with it
The dark, deserted streets were beautifully lit

He took it home, spoke not a word
Then came the silent whisper, “Ye must be undeterred”
He took an old wooden clock, broke the hands of time
Fed them to the fire as church bells did chime  

The flames grew stronger, sustenance they craved
Whatever he had he gave, till he was slowly enslaved
He loved the fire, and it consumed all but his desire
He was willingly caught in this miraculous mire

His books and clothes, his possessions were next
They fed the flames as the world stood perplexed 
He knew no father, mother nor needed no friend
He lived for the fire and longed for the end

“You must be weightless if you wish to ascend”
So he burned his dreams and sorrows to transcend
He became empty and hollow inside, a shell of a man,
He felt lighter and lighter and his flight he began

His past and his future still lived in his blood
Quickly he slit his wrists and gave them all up
There he was, drained and hollow, sitting by the fire
With nothing left to do but to expire


He embraced the flames; the heat propelled him higher,
And together they danced forever in a ball of beautiful fire.
So if you meet a salamander on a cold, dark night
Know it`ll teach you about the fire, if you treat it right


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Focus on the Good

Inspired by a close friend to remind me to keep holding on to hope as I pass it along.

Focus on the Good To keep your focus Only on the good Doesn't come as easy As it seems it would All the daily hectic-ness With those ups and downs Brings the woe and worry That tries to chase you down It is like being trapped In a wilderness of weeds Ever growing wild and tall For as far the eye can see Then you see a little flower In the weeds bursting through Or was it the few kind words You heard spoken directly to you The fruit of the Heavenly Spirit Full of love, happiness and joy Lives within us to give to others For your goodness to self employ When that flower or bit of kindness Runs into more conflict somewhere Be sure to look before it fades away For another beautiful bloom to appear When you see even a little sparkle Clear away the debris to let it shine Turn away from the discontentment Keep only goodness in your mind For us to inherit His kingdom One thing the Bible does say We should focus on the good Before we find the pathway Florence McMillian (Flo)


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