Airs

The air can be relatively silent or noiseful wind – sort of like, flatulence – both blessing and curse~ depending on where and when. The who, more often, not forthright. Do we wrongly blame God, for our own airs – what we take in and give off, lusts of the appetite, making foul smelling of an otherwise sacred dwelling? To my mind, better we advocate for greener mountains, and less polluted seas – myself, not so fond of skin ulcers, burning, blistering pees. No Second Coming, till our own transformation Christ is not late We are….

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Joe Maverick

Date: 6/23/2025 3:08:00 AM

Revelations ch 11 v 18...For many years i thought this spoke of 'human industry' destroying the globe.? Yet now we see the So called geen activists? Yet all the actions They do and advocate.' Are much more destructive than anything witnessed over the Last 100 years.' Yet they still lay claim being Ethically superior.???

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/23/2025 11:33:00 AM

Revelations ch 11 v 18 -- final judgement is always with us. It is a constant. Time is a constant. What was in the past is with us now and will be in our future. Eternal reward, eternal damnation is always with us. We live it daily, according to place and time. Also heaven, Elysian Lands are a constant. Death, separation does not exist outside of consciousness. As long as we think we are separated from God, that he has another place and time...we will be separated. Relation of oneness with God, is instant purification. One cannot be in divine presence and not be pure.

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/23/2025 8:34:00 AM

Christ tried to tell is that, yet we still do not understand. God gave us awesome power, to will consciously and unconsciously, an Eden or Hell to live in. No escaping that power and responsibility...no eternal heaven dwelling, not yet, when we leave this earth behind, for saying a lot of prayers and singing many worship songs...you will be back...and back...and back...till we finish the joy of Spiritual Transformation from the carnal man to the Christ oriented man -- Son Of God Manifest. Everyone of us, The Good the Bad and the Ugly, are spiritually connected. What happens to any, in some way, will be visited on the many. There is no escaping Karma. What I tell you is Truth...and not some New Age Mystical Voodoo.

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/23/2025 8:32:00 AM

Right on, Joe! Filth is a reflection of our hearts, our spirit. Until we clean the interior up...there will be no better, cleaner earth. Everything we touch will turn to dung. Earth is an image of our interior home -- one from outside the earth, if wanting to know where mankind is spiritually, need look no further than the condition of our planet, physically, politically, etc.. No Second Coming Till man's first.

Ink Empress

Date: 6/21/2025 8:03:00 AM

What a profound and soulful poem as always, your words emanate wisdom like always dear joe, and so true, if only we could all advocate fr peace and greener mountains and less hate and polluted minds and all that which would drag or harm anyone: your poem can be perceived from many angles and i must say these words somehow does resonate, as we see what we see today in the world, one could only wish n hope for better days. Sending you light always!

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/21/2025 8:15:00 AM

Hi Empress; thank you. As bad as it is, it is better for the growing awareness. Maybe from the awakening, the pen mightier than the sword, us priests of poetry, the rarefied hearts of humanity, can make a positive contribution. Write away my friend!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/21/2025 6:57:00 AM

“Christ is not late…” Truly, He is merciful! We have no idea how much we stink. We have no idea what beauty and purity really are. All we can do is have faith in the faithful love of Jesus Christ!

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/21/2025 8:10:00 AM

Thank you so much, Kim; hope you are having a beautiful day! And have a great writing weekend. Poetry 24/7....