Affirmed & Perfect
I looked at my reflect,
Green T-shirt paired with black pants,
Hopes of bright future surged ahead.
I waited long, till a van came,
Reached late when class had already commenced,
Nervous and unknown in that herd,
I thought,
Someone would know the Aditi I left.
With each passing day,
I, too, failed to recollect.
Adjusting among peers,
I left laughter, fun and ease.
All still went well,
Until I was mocked for which I was best.
Making a front bencher hide at last,
Uninterested to struggle further,
She surrendered too fast.
Leaving her nurturers disheartened,
She cried alone at dark nights on bed.
Simultaneously, a heart break came.
Cracking a whole of four chambers in million shards.
I remember I had said;
'Changes & Adjustments can't be for vain'.
I didn't knew,
How a white lie was used;
To ease our worries,
For the uncertain future ahead.
Based on culture we believe,
form of God as scriptures weave,
affirmed by pastors who preach,
though truth remains out of reach.
Our faith helps us to go on,
when at night we wait for dawn
but it’s but a crutch we use,
to stand strong facing abuse.
When tested, faith is shaken,
for unless we awaken,
facing fear we’ll crouch in fright,
since we have not seen God’s light.
Burn the book, is what we say,
making love our heart’s mainstay,
that as opposites dissolve,
in time we slowly evolve.
Faith is a function of mind,
like the blind leading the blind,
so instead let us be still,
our soul aligned with God’s will.
Simply feeling, not thinking,
our awareness unblinking,
focus firm, let then bliss burn
nodes within mind-body urn.
Breath by breath imbibing grace,
of ego there’s left no trace,
whence we see God in plain sight,
in our heart’s cave, light soft white.
Back to basics, to be free,
the face of God we must see,
since words offer not the taste
of God’s love, tender and chaste.
God is one indivisible being;
truth affirmed in scriptures time and again
but dark thought clouds prevents us from seeing,
so unless we break free from our mind-chain,
we will hesitate to dance in the rain.
Ego-identity does not exist
but if we think it does and so insist,
like an ostrich, our head sunk in a hole,
fear of freedom causing us to resist,
we’ll reclaim not soul’s light, sages extol.
limited knowing, affirmed with conviction
there is of course no harm in this per say
wherefrom arises the creative urge of soul
compelling it to act this way, day after day
déjà vu; we’ve seen this before
logic says it cannot be so
have we walked through a time warp door
we can rest not, until we know
perhaps we’re perched on time’s hilltop
déjà vu; we’ve seen this before
reality shifts, doubts don’t stop
truth of what is, we can’t ignore
yielding, we give silence the floor
whence we see that life is a dream
déjà vu; we’ve seen this before
refrains replayed on a moonbeam
mind illumined, heart sings a song
clairvoyance affirmed in folklore
though now we know, we play along
déjà vu; we’ve seen this before
it has been said that truth is stranger than fiction
so perhaps what’s affirmed could be true
although it seems unlikely
ludicrous in fact
that by controlling breath
and visualising grace of imaginary deities
along with chanting mantras and holding postures …
we can realise God
who we know not
have never seen
not even felt
yet who can tell
let us leave the door ajar
ceasing thinking and just feeling
the pulse of divine bliss magnetism within
I always live in joy among happiness and sorrow,
I am always enthuous to write as because
I know at any moment I can go!!
Who can resist the beating of time!!
Be it a man in pauper or be the king prime.
So many lives have finds their bay
so many in buds and so many in their way
they passed away.
Death is the song of inevitable, the nectar of almighty
to meet him, the door of love, the love of supremacy.
Life is a harsh beating, a harsh punishment,
the beating that affirmed by almighty.
Violence and hatred and the war,
the trumpet are always sounding here.
The life is tied in the fire of drunkenness-
but In the midst of it, the essence of love is carried
for them those can able to guess.
I found my way, I keep it in my heart
I bonds of love peace and tranquillity
it has became a part of life apart..
And so, I always live in joy among happiness and sorrow,
I am always enthuous to write as because
I know at any moment I can go!!
GOD’S SPIRIT SHINES THROUGH-
Soul eye (so I) understand as I stand in unconditional self-love
In my inner beauty, soulful resonance
Holy divine essence, Father’s spirit
Ever so transformation al His grace flows
Also empowering, strength
Inward focusing beyond external appearances
God’s universal love, connections
Loving yourself (myself) sweetly-deeply
God’s spirit shines through us
God’s spirit shines through me
God’s spirit shines so shines through you
GOD’S SPIRIT SHINES THROUGH
We are fearfully and wonderfully made
Temple of the Holy Spirit
We’re treasures in earthen vessels
Made in intricate design, tapestry
Inner strength beautiful is us affirmed in self-love
Also empowering, strength
Inward focusing beyond external appearances
God’s universal love, connections
Loving yourself (myself) sweetly-deeply
God’s spirit shines through us
God’s spirit shines through me
God’s spirit shines so shines through you
GOD’S SPIRIT SHINES THROUGH
11/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Blavatsky said space is God
but pause we her give a nod,
consider: where is God not?
Contemplate thus, be self-taught.
Wisdom Leadbeater affirmed
and Annie Besant confirmed;
koilon: a term coined for space,
they both recognised by grace.
A quick google search will show,
there’s more to space than we know
oft whispered of in folklore,
this vastness is heaven’s door.
Straightforward are words we state,
known to those who meditate,
likening space to a womb,
that doth existence entomb.
We may claim soul’s ascended,
when space-time is transcended,
which we can if we be still,
to God surrendering will.
A macrocosm lucid
gem mocks trainees
and their ignorance
-jalousies-American
counseled coequals
...French innovators
to state their belief,
it ridicules directly
it was smoked o'er,
gotten the Italians
amid the scrabble,
parroting its exact
etymology, whims
'jealousy', being a
firmed translation
missed stated but
affirmed tussle be.
Parroting the scriptures,
won many admirers,
on the cocktail circuit
but offered not the taste,
of truth the words affirmed.
Parroting the scriptures,
trapped soul in lower mind,
afraid to walk the talk,
interpreting symbols,
held in rigid belief.
Parroting the scriptures,
failed to erase heart’s fear,
since there was talk of sin,
wrath of an unknown god
and a deep sense of guilt.
Parroting the scriptures,
then discarding this crutch,
rekindling innocence,
the childlike heart blossomed,
becoming love and light.
Now that we know that there is no one here,
with ego cravings having receded,
baseless fears and dark desires disappear,
since will to God we have fully ceded,
with soft whispers of conscience now heeded.
Our void-centric stance invokes magnetism,
igniting head to toe, mind-body prism,
with a healing mist, fully charged with bliss,
whence we become light, affirmed in each ism,
that we may then exclaim, “I’m all of this!”
a
minimalistic
purposeless
play
in
a
wake-up
call
chaos
affirmed
in
the
absence
of
sound*
From each node of form emanates divine bliss,
being of course benediction of God’s grace,
love’s heavenly caress, Divine Mother’s kiss,
rapture sublime, holding us in close embrace.
Our formless soul plunges into the abyss,
wherein of wayward ego remains no trace,
leaving pristine presence alone as the flame,
now affirmed as claim to fame, in life’s end game.
February 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 9-10
Key Verse – Numbers 9:19 And when the cloud tarried long upon the tabernacle many days, then the children of Israel kept the charge of the LORD, and journeyed not.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO CONSTANTLY
REMINDS US THAT WE KEEP HIS CHARGE
Praise be to God for constantly reminding
us that we keep His charge in:
Confessing constantly our sins
Claiming His compassion according to the Scriptures
Cleaving to His care with sincerity
Clinging to His Christian standards
Committing to His cause by His security
Numbers 10:13 Praise be to the Lord Who
wants us to take our journey with Him:
Awakened by His command
Admonished by His challenge
Alarmed by His correction
Affirmed by His creative carving
Assured by His cleansing
Numbers 10:35 Praise be to the Saviour
for rising up for our:
Defense of help’s request
Dedication by His honourable reinforcement
Determination with His hope’s restoration
Direction toward His high calling’s recognition
Destination to His heaven’s eternal rest. Amen!
February 15, 2024
Related Poems