It's
all appearance
an unconditional appearance
which leaves nothing
to know~~
voor CINDY ANSONG
Je eten is heerlijk
de pittigheid en hartige toevoeging
naar de schemering is een aangrijpende kreet
een gesloten lengte.
Als de nek van een giraf uit de wolken
die volledig tevreden is
Ik slaakte een geschrokken kreet
met een DANKJEWEL.
Can I testify?,
Or would better be a lie.
No love is shown for his repeated crime.
Can I testify?
The gallows lurk for Destiny's dark climb.
Behold, the clock is running out of time.
Can I testify?,
Or would better be a lie.
A man, half a mountain of hair,
Gave Cupid a bit of a scare.
He wasn't a knave,
He just didn't shave,
A heart that was rare did he share.
Look at those glimmering orbs,
glazed like galaxies in an unending space.
Look at those glittering lips,
curving up like a cresent moon on face.
Look at those blushed apples,
like those of babies adored in embrace.
Look at those clouds tied with violet ribbons,
dancing away in grace.
Oh! the mellifluous melody it seems,
don't you want to just join in?
Now look again,
look at those glimmering orbs,
glistened with tears, mind in daze.
Look at those glittered lips,
eclipsing the waning heart in case.
Look at those blushed apples,
flustered by desperation to win in race.
Look at those clouds tied in violet ribbons, shackled in lace to flail in place.
Ah! the malicious malady it seems,
do you still want to join in?
From quantum whispers,
a universe awakens.
A birth in stellar nurseries,
where light ignites.
Appearance and disappearance,
a dance of creation,
a cosmic ballet,
everlasting and fleeting.
Invisible to our limited sight,
a mystery in swirling existence.
Permanent yet ephemeral,
a cosmic puzzle,
beyond our grasp.
What traces remain?
when the stars fade away?
when galaxies collapse?
Are they truly gone,
or merely transformed?
Hidden in spacetime’s weave,
in the universe’s memory.
Appearance and disappearance,
teachers of impermanence,
choreographers of existence.
You are the heartbeat
of the cosmic symphony.
You are reality’s breath,
ever-present,
always shifting.
Each and every morning
a dreamer awakens
from one dream to another,
realms
where the real is never real.
These words
are written upon
spectral ripples of
water,
by someone else
not yet alive.
You first appeared in dreams seemingly of my own making.
You first appeared at a dinner, knew nobody can look finer.
You first appeared to me in my own life so fatefully.
The vestments of Aaron the High Priest stood out
Their striking beauty brought about
heightened expectations from the hushed crowd
as the High Priest entered the Holy of Holies in a cloud
of incense, carrying the names of each tribe on his breast
seeking G-d’s pardon, that His people He bless…
trembling, humble – though dazzling in appearance
Aaron pleaded Israel’s case with iron-willed perseverance
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Above is a stylized description of the entrance of Aaron, the
High Priest, into the Holy of Holies in the Tabernacle, on Yom
Kippur, when the Tabernacle was carried from place to place
during the forty years that the Israelites' sojourned in the
Sinai Desert. (3,300 years ago).
First appearance isn't always the one you should go by
Someone left the water out of the dirty dishes
Someone spoken negative words sprew curses
On call missed managed desire wishes
Happenstance avalanche peace desert
Wanderings oceanography pleasant east
Where there is war, there is peace
3/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Shivering aspens side by side
Standing against the chill
Gold crowns all are wearing
Until their diadems spill
Y some
Account
H ere
W ritten
A record
H uman
B odily
L ove
O f
O mnicient
D iety
S hows
A lways
C reations
R eality
I ncarnate
F inal
I nescapable
C onclusion
E veryone
"Appearance"
Seemingly a better
Word for expressing
The not expressible
No-separation..
Not-two appears as two..
But then:
Blue appears as red
Is the same paradoxical
Expression..and these
Might be unending..
And seem like Freedom...
Tracks converge
In the distance
From a centered
Perspective..
Parallel lines appear
Not to be parallel..
From a planetary
Center the universe
Is also appearance..
This brief story may
Suggest the
Not-knowing
Nature of it all...
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