Though black waves strike with scorn and bitter might,
Look to the Lighthouse on the shore, so tall and bright.
And though the night seems scary, without end,
Faithfully look to Him, your God, your loving Friend.
Though stones and boulders block your path today,
And friends of old have turned and gone astray,
Look to the Path that leads to the skies above,
And never cease to love with endless, godly love.
And though the mountain climb is steep and hard at times,
Look ahead to God; to Him, you turn your eyes.
If tears are many and your wing is broken,
Jesus heals the wound—trust in Him and always sing!
Through every trial, He is the Lord Most High,
who hears your prayer, your whisper, and your cry.
He’ll answer in His time; He never disappoints.
No harm shall come to those He calls His own, to those whom He anoints.
Let many roar like lions, wanting to cause you pain;
Their power now is but a simple breeze, a fleeting breath in vain.
The storm is ending; see the rainbow’s hue:
“I am the Truth,” God softly whispers now to you.
My breath rises beyond
a trail of sacred space...gliding ,
deepened by silence immense
where peak of light anoints
my soul union with divine rhythm--
the grail of non- resistance widening
Beyond a path illimitable,
a haloed center drifting on
meditative realm unmapped by this world:
I am at risk of a swarming flight
into nothingness
shapeless,
changeless: there is no finality
in this final release... only a blaze of discernment greeting the god within...
that in the absence of mind's overtures ,
an inner sanctuary wraps me quiet...
that void emptying. cleansing
my marrow , my bowel of gut
while I become nothing but whole.
Line of inquiry:
“What if life is a lucid dream
Borne by thoughts we ourself did stream
Wherein our designated role
Is to dance atop love’s moonbeam”
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And if life is a lucid dream
No life, without you is a nightmare of screams
Even when sad you can make me smile
Purple thoughts of you stretch a mile
I dance atop love’s yellow moonbeam
Pulled like white fish on line in stream
Having been loved by one so gentle
Anoints my soul life made simple
Neon nights made bright by charm
You delight with kiss in warm arms
Destined to die if I ever lose you
Amethyst angst would kill you too
We are one in the same book of love
Needing each other never losing touch
Soul ties unite and we are united in love
Our central vein is like a band of steel
As such, how may we speak of chakra points
Upon ego death we begin to heal
In a oneness field where God’s touch anoints
Embodying the light within we see
Boundaries drawn were merely thought constructs
Our pristine consciousness is always free
Known clearly when lower mind self-destructs
Manifestation is a wisp of smoke
Dancing as just do, puppets on a string
When fires of desire we cease to stoke
In the void of silence, we alone sing
Chakras was what we were talking about ~
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
Yet in life’s lucid dream of we but pause
Stuporous mind stilled and our heart devout
Clear light dawns as our identity thaws
In early days chakras were in focus
Representing realms we needed to cross
But ambling gently along love’s locus
Prayer on our lips, we discard the gross
In time nodes entwine, with God’s will align
That with map of our consciousness redrawn
We become the flame that carries His sign
As transcendental light that ushers dawn
On ceasing thinking we begin to feel ~
Our central vein is like a band of steel
searching for the seeker who seeks
inquiry being, ‘who am I’
we meld with the eye of the eye
silence plugs all energy leaks
negating all that comes and goes
in stillness we watch how life flows
flush of bliss suffuses our cheeks
it’s divine magnetism of course
invoked without the use of force
we dip in love our eager beaks
bliss beat’s rise and our ego dies
each breath intake feels like sunrise
voice of God then through our heart speaks
He anoints us with living light
soul presence dances with delight
searching for the seeker who seeks
silence plugs all energy leaks
flush of bliss suffuses our cheeks
we dip in love our eager beaks
voice of God then through our heart speaks
She stares into my eyes whenever she wants to pray.
She touches my skin, kisses my lips,
as if flesh were scripture, am I her prayer?
She preaches, whispers sermons:
I’m God; you are my God.
We are fragments of a greater whole,
not heaven overhead or skies above,
but burning here on earth, rooted in this soil.
She sleeps with a different man each night,
seeking threads in other bodies’ light.
Through shadows she wanders,
chasing dots, a grasp, a spark
a flame burning in her eyes.
Alone, she anoints herself
with everything she was seeking from a god,
Maybe a temple,
trembling with the weight of life.
To a different lord, she prays every night,
kneeling to passing men
as if each were divine.
she knows herself,
a monk with no god.
In life we face both trial and test,
But God still knows what’s truly best.
We may be cast in furnace flame,
But God delivers, rescues - He is the same.
We may feel weak, too tired to raise
Our voice in song, our hands in praise.
Heaven may seem like brass above,
But God still showers us with His love.
Our hearts may ache, weighed down by pain,
But God still heals and breaks the chain.
He has engraved our names upon His Hand,
And He calls and anoints our hand.
He calls us friends, not just the least,
He has promised our names shall be great.
In Him flows life, the Fountain bright,
And in His Light, we gain insight.
All things work well, this truth we hold,
For those who love Him, brave and bold.
Our help comes from the Lord of worth,
Who made the heavens and the earth.
The fear of God, where wisdom starts,
And He declares – we are in His Heart.
You are a surprise,
And you can be the surprise
In another person’s life -
A light in their joy or strife.
Better is one day in His House,
Don’t rob what God has vowed to espouse.
He is the everlasting Bread of Heaven,
Sit still, let His peace be given.
Feed on Him, till you want no more,
Richer than banks are heaven's store.
Raise your cup to Him in anticipation,
Lift it up - in your secret place of adoration.
Allow Him to surprise you indeed,
With the miracles of what you need.
He never fails, He never disappoints -
His grace is strong, His radiance anoints!
the guru chakra smiles
our master is pleased
doubts of lower mind
are instantly released
God anoints our forehead
with dew drops of bliss
we are touched by spirit
borne by Divine Mother’s kiss
God gave you gifts that you may use them
Omnipresent He is hoping you choose Him
Do press on He will walk with you
Be meek as a child watch God move
Live your life as best you can
Even when disappointed by man
Solid rock is the word and
Stand on this not sinking sand
Yahweh is and He says I am
Oil anoints the head
Understand He has a plan
recognising all is one
and that we are it
so who then anoints
love, light and bliss
breath by breath within
I want to be fuchsia free of
Indigo inhibition
Not so much that I silver sin
But that I am emerald easygoing
I want to walk whimsically
Like purple peacocks along
My destined path and lavender laugh
To have hazel happiness
I want to be such a sandy soul
That others sink into my peace
And ruby receive blueberry blessings
Of love light and purest energy
I want to grow such a halo
Around my heart that God
Is pleased and He anoints me
In my wildest dreams I’d be the best me
Divine Mother Herself anoints our form,
borne by magnetism ushering cool heat,
wherein all our presence does is conform
to divine bliss pulsations that repeat,
each strobe unique, bending low at God’s feet.
Are we the witness or the performer,
we know not but love index gets warmer,
as this sublime rapture begins to rise
within this urn, a step-up transformer,
beheld by presence in childlike surprise.
Standing brown barefoot
In the summer springlike rain
Feeling the coolness slide down my skin
Like a bird bath for my soul
Refreshing me inside and out
Each raindrop anoints
My every joint with hazel hope
Amber buttery thoughts melt
And I plant my seeds
All those cares will be
Carried away to life
The garden I plant
In the rain will thrive
The muddy hill will
bear my fruit and
The honeysuckle wind
Will carry my truth
Essence of my being
That I will love
Where is the boundary
between spirit and stone,
that place where myth is born
and marries meaning
to the beauty and brutality
of form. Is it only our imagining
that imbues things
with the glow of transcendence,
anoints the ordinary
to elevate atoms to the status
of the sublime;
is there only human art to warm
the cold of our lonely caves,
to redeem us from time.
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