Thanks for being you
Thank you for the joy you bring
Thanks for being true
Thank you for wearing my ring
I thank you for everything
from the vantage point of stillness
we see the world going around
we view this dream with nonchalance
to no illusion are we bound
bliss drum beats with our heart gong
we are both this form and the sky
there then is nothing to be done
as are that who can never die
It is dark in here
and I really fear
I’ve run out of things to say.
Sameness taunts me,
shameness haunts me,
I have lost the will to pray.
I am off the track,
my pen is slack,
I have nothing to relay.
Nobody has,
nobody does,
it’s all been said before.
Steal an idea,
make it appear
it stepped out of your front door.
They’ll think that it’s yours
and as sky-ward it soars
they’ll even come for more.
But don’t talk of doom,
of despair and gloom
and how your soul slowly dies.
They don’t wish to know
your personal inferno,
instead, just feed them lies.
Lies they’ll understand;
stories of dreamland,
alibis and lullabies.
Give them at any cost
the hope that you’ve lost
and the love you no longer feel.
Make believe it is spring,
praise everything,
let them think your verse is real.
Your sorrow don’t share,
beware, oh, beware,
nothing to reveal.
accepting the unexpected
without our heart skipping a beat
in mood and mode embrace-release
is enabled by cool bliss heat
continuum of now-moments
leaving behind no residue
is the canvas we paint upon
wherein each rapture hue is new
each point in space is the centre
wherefrom we feel the potent pull
of magnetism divine sublime
heart is empty and yet feels full
On a more personal note,
seeing the shackles,
self-imposed or by others
always raises the hackles,
yet, with only one oar
in the water,
neither doing their remit,
nor what they oughta,
as a means of avoidance
wherever they go,
catching crabs
whenever they row,
while blindly engaged
in endless negotiations,
with lobbyists, politicos
and their associations,
but, are they remunerated
for mere speech,
as opposed to action,
do they fail to grasp the truth,
or, is reality out of reach?
A bittersweet taste of isolation grips
while ambling into our unlit attic,
escorted by a window's glassy beam ...
And I notice a disarray
of your keepsakes...history books,
stale cigars, antiques In fluted trunk
all muddily undone:
Somehow, clouds turn deep violet
where I uncover a file of private notes
intimate as your very skin, your breath
marking our years' affectionate episodes--
Till my dire soliloquy, my ached calls
hide beneath an ocean of black stars ,
recalling now, your gentle caresses
that I wake within the rose wilderness
of your arms...forlorn:
Tonight, I fetch a Sauvignon
warming a rainy October dusk --
yet a mirage of sirens greets me
deafened by Fate's ending I cannot hold,
this room swallowing me
In total vaqueness as my lungs pine
for your name I can only hear...
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars, but could my plea
be more strong than theiving time?
How midnight groans like a widow for this loss.
Form, a mirror in which we see our face,
reflection of living light drenched in bliss,
Cupid’s caress, gripping us in embrace,
as nodes within freely mingle and kiss.
Vibrance of innocence does not rehearse,
since God as our guide dwells in heart inside,
that we as He, one with the universe,
plunge into the void, where we wingless glide.
Empowered with gift of bilocation,
poised in a bliss squall, we become the all,
playful flirtation as our vocation,
a pillar of light always standing tall.
As we so metamorphose in repose ~
Divine love and light from our aura glows
A pilot attacked;
People pushed onto tracks.
A Central Park murder
And ICE men attacks.
Mistreatment of animals;
Internet scams.
Collapsing of bridges
And traffic-caused jams.
Polar ice melting
And water-drained lakes.
Deaths from narcotics,
Tornados and quakes.
Voting laws challenged
And prices that rise.
Wars being fought
For a leader who lies.
Turn on the news
And you’ll wish you had not.
Hope fizzles out
But it’s all that we’ve got.
Soon we’ll be facing
The reign of A.I.
Yet still, I write poems,
Though I’m wondering why.
And I'm still in Love -
(I) don't ask with whom
maybe there is someone
~ maybe not ~.
Clairvoyance being prepared, still
Moving, we are moving on, bathing --
--> in bliss, that blissful waltz
Flowers blooming, spelling out the
end of the I.
Dreams of union, marriage, the
heart rejoices - You and I, we fly high
Above the cluds, the waves,
Hearing the bells ringing
We dance like embers, floating in the sky.
Alive, every face beloved, the soul
is free.
The physical world around me to perceive
Five sensual organs are always active.
I can see living- non living objects
enjoying each precise and perfect
I smell each stuff whether pungent or nice !
Fragrant flowers or strong odour of spice
I feel wind even being invisible
while breathing or touch of breeze permissible.
I relish food with amazing taste buds
I survive, though earning bread may be hard .
My brain works, thinks and decides to guide,
Sometimes expressive, sometimes wants to hide.
My tongue is prompt to talk and interact
wilh circumstances to act and react.
I cope up with physical world around.
taking challenge and struggling with surrounds.
Physical world around : Most important
I'm bound to deal with keeping me vibrant.
Physical world around may be hostile
or may be favourable on its sweet style.
Whatever may be my circumstances
' No question of ignoring' arises.
NATURE is still smarter than SCIENCE so far .
Physical world embowers : I surrender.
Auburn Autumn with joyous jasmine
Attractive aroma : Supreme ! Superfine.
Breeze blows to reminisce, remind !
Dormant desires are to mesmerize mind.
Nausea nostalgia
of old memories murmured to glow
My father's favourite sweet scent flowed
we shamelessly affirm we will not trade
bliss rapture birthed by divine magnetism
since with each breath in streams of love we wade
with fullness in emptiness our lived ism
as tease of delight in mind-body prism
which holds us erect and becomes our song
in the timeless now taking all along
have I enough?
Adding up the cause,
Because the cost, is gathering
Sum bodies hungry
Justice and cause
Lucrative
Makings of large sums of money
Yet! improvised lacking to show subtenant sustenance
Plenty of no food, nor drink other elements
Though I need to live and survive, even without seeds?
have I enough?
9/30/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Crystallised light liquified,
within form begins to glide;
silent hum, the cosmic drum,
that light itself we become.
Seven hues of a rainbow,
are thirty three as we know ~
the vertebrae in our spine,
where we see bliss beats align.
Lost in love’s magnetic chime,
we transcend both space and time,
yet return on earth to burn,
in feeble mind-body urn.
Immediacy of bliss,
as Cupid’s lingering kiss,
is the music that plays on,
where with each breath we’re reborn.
I feel like I’m peripheral
In everybody’s life
Except, of course, my husband’s,
With my closeness as his wife.
I suppose that’s how it should be
Once the kids have up and flown
From the nest that you created,
With your grandkids almost grown.
Siblings also have their families,
As do all my dearest friends.
Where I once felt integral to some,
My mind now comprehends
That I’m stuck here on the outside
And my entry’s been denied.
Still, for now, I’m front and center
When my husband’s by my side.
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