Where do you work, what is your career?
Well, I'm glad you asked, I have many titles it would appear.
I'm proud of these titles, non of which require a degree.
One of my favorite titles is mom of three.
I'm a homemaker, a cleaning lady, a chef, and a maid;
a run the monsters away when they are afraid.
I'm a librarian and teacher of every subject;
a cheer leader and manager of every school project.
A counselor, a therapist, both physical and mental;
a manager of any and all incidentals.
One may also call me a chauffeur.
Some days all this driving seems much like a blur.
I'm an event planner and activities director,
and I'm putting my years in for debt collector.
A private investigator, a hostage negotiator,
a disciplinary, and a mediator.
A soul protector, security, a body guard;
and a safe place to go when life gets too hard.
I'm a personal shopper, a stylist and a hairdresser;
a go-to for advice when they want to impress her.
I'm a wife to the most wonderful husband and father;
and a listening ear when something's a bother.
Last but not least, I am a spiritual guidance;
a child of God who will always follow in His abidance.
Feeling not thinking, soul with love linking
We attained God consciousness unblinking
Feeling, tattooed with hues so deep
The sin of bonding is not ours to keep
Feeling, guided by mystical auras
Can only create a more mesmerizing show of auroras
Set to blend in our ethos
As we shall feel in us, the expanse of the cosmos
God consciousness lies in being worthy of abidance
Feelings, started on Earth, do lead the dance
Though temporal, they shall turn eternal
And shall make of existence a flame, vibing with rhythms, acoustical
Feeling and not thinking
Thinking reaches a blurry ending
Feeling, on the other hand, creates poets amidst sleepiness
All set to turn silence into breathing forests!
We tend to get lost in words –
definitions; often words being
stretched or contracted
in accordance with personal
beliefs and intentions--predilections....
Take Nationalism,
in a sense, not conducive to
world harmony – take Christianity,
belief and abidance in Christ
in a sense, a form of Nationalism
fall upon spirit...and not the sword
of words –
The music of the cosmos uplifts the melancholia.
The rhythms of the beating free kidnapped happiness.
Like a wizard's crystal ball seeing inside of the heart.
Traveling to that far place where love needs no ransom.
There is no temptation to sell a soul for shiny beads.
Where loves mission is simple pass it on to all you meet.
The beating begins pounding in the head then silence.
A moment of abidance and the sound of monks chanting.
Illuminating ideas and exciting realizations fill the mind.
A voice says, " the reason for being and the joy of it is one!"
2/23/21
It just got me thinking
That I can choose to
Just let go
Of the crown that adorns my head
And to shed off the robe of purity
Which envelops my body
Just to sink into the sinful sea
So as to enjoy in the material world
All the comfort that my frail body needs!
The virtue with which I perfume myself
Has turned odourless
The principles that I consume
Have turned tasteless
And the celestial abidance that I pray to
Has chosen to leave my altar!
And it all got me thinking
That I will have to keep on
Toiling and sweating
And doing such, with the spirit
Of a saint
Can get quite tough
As tough as would be
Flying a plane in the midst of
A powerful typhoon!
The idea of presenting myself, all bared
To life, to love, to use and to enjoy
As it would deem it best
Got me thinking of how
Pleasurable it would all be
And of how dull it is
While being all clad up in all sorts
Of virtuous principles!
It just got me thinking
But thoughts, as long as they remain so,
Bring no change and lead nowhere
While actions,
Always open up new doorways,
Leading to new sceneries!
Written on 26th Dec 2020
slowly he picks away at the shell of his swathing
enough shrouded persona
the charade had to retreat
masquerades are for fools
the wise man moves on
weapons of self-destruction have powerful aims
delusion deception survival
denial protection abidance
incisive forearmed scars
harmful mind’s blades
finally he cracks under rapid oncoming fire
looks into gun barrel’s shine
focusses on the target
cradles the trigger
lets go of the pain
26th 2020
Acknowledge Love
Regardless of fear
We love dear.
Living Love
Love an emotion
Life in motion
What is Love
Love between two
Affection both knew.
Godlike
Heplfulness is Godlike
Hatred I dislike
Divinity
Spirituality is divine
All Gods mine
Abidance
Preformance of duty
Is natures beauty.
Sure
Let be sure
For love galore
Feeling
Devoted in feeling
Injuries for healing.
Think
Thinking of Almighty
An understanding capability.
Follow
Follow the great
For extraordinary fate
Performance of Duty
Is nature's Beauty
Magic
Under your spell
I feel my heart swell
Like an infection
You’ve changed my whole direction
That channels my love into a section
Of unending
Unbridled bliss
Give me something
I never want to miss
Our sacred silence
Shall be our guidance
To preserve love in abidance
© Tim Hoffman
® Poetry and quotes from my Heart
All Rights Reserved
www.poetryandquotesfrommyheart.blogspot.com
To listen to the world with my silence,
And feel the breath of life move in an out.
To search this quiet with heart's abidance,
And touch the soul, to free the dark of doubt.
To see the peaceful motion of flowers,
As they dance in soft breezes without care.
Feel warmth from sun's light that gently showers,
Kneel at the altar of my soul we share.
In green meadows of my heart I will lay.
Caress my soul in holy interlude.
Within this silent calm I will stay,
And find peace in temples of solitude.
I'll calm the restless soul, quiet its storm.
Beautiful its world in its purest form.
contest solitary moments
2/3/16
music used..Once Upon A Time In The West
by Andre Rieu..violinist
I do look at the ocean with longing
I have often seen that mass of water, ever since I was a child
I live, after all, on an island surrounded on all sides by a salty spring
Yet, now, looking at it, I do feel a sudden rush, it makes me wild
Looking at it, I do believe I am but the ocean's child
I wish I could build my own boat
A small one, with strength and resistance
On it, towards the world's limits, I would float
From Greece to Egypt, from India to France
A boat of strength, on it I would float, going where it wills, in good abidance !
Maybe I would find the king of mermaids
Maybe I would find the lost city of Atlantis
Why, maybe I would even find the world's most wanted caids
Why, my boat, my dream boat, it shall take me to my own Adonis
Yes, looking at the sea, I dream of mermaids, of a bold lover, in all, of peace!
Thought for throughout the day:
I am never sure whether or not,
Which one will be my next thought,
But how great is God's guidance,
And His rules require my abidance.
S after everything you have tried
Be sure to let God be your guide.
Jim Horn
Silence is the ultimate
In the praise's of the Lord
-------
It seeps' of servility
And tremble's
With authentic unbothered
Change
-------
But with Servility
Fore He hath given us
So much
For so long and so fully
--------
Well I commend thee
I give to Him all the praise's
And the dominion
Over man fore it is His privy
---- Never the Less ----
I shall give unto Him all of my
Abidance in being
Hail to all that which is His
In-order that I may be
Sanctimoniously entangled
And enthralled
Fore I am at His feet
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
From: "The Cross"
Xlribis.com book #106627
Rev. (NOV2013)
Silence is the ultimate
In the praises' of the Lord
It seeps' of servility
And trembles'
With remote authentic'
Unbothered change
-
But with Servealty
-
Fore He hath given us
So much
For so long and so fully
Well, I commend thee
I give to him all the praise
And the dominion
Over man fore it is his privy
-
Never the less
-
I shall give unto him all of my
Abidance in being
Hail to all that which is His
In-order that I may be
Sanctimoniously entangled
And enthralled
-
Fore I am at your feet
GF
Silence is the ultimate'
In the praise of the Lord
It seeps' of servility
And trembles'
With remote authentic'
Unbothered, unchanged
Severalty
Fore Hee hath give me
So much,
For so long and so fully'
That well,
I commend thee
I give him all the praise
And the dominion
Over man fore it is his privy
Non-the-Less
I shall give unto him all of my
Abidance in being
Sanctimoniously entangled
Fore I am at his feet
GF
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