Wherefrom but from God comes that sublime verse,
conjured with ease with no need to rehearse?
Ego assigns meanings where none exists,
shape shifting goals and forming to-do lists.
Renunciation enlivens our soul,
whence one with the universe we feel whole.
Know that we author not the words we pen,
being outpourings of grace, we call zen.
know that love assigns no grade ~
God offers bliss readymade
are we prepared to receive ~
asking ego to beg leave
It matters not where we wade ~
God assigns our soul no grade
Wander dear heart but return ~
Savour love’s benign bliss burn
one star is unlike any other star
a cosmic snowflake by any other name
the universe playing the maestro from afar
assigns numeric labels - their claim to fame
a glowing ball of unprecedented energy
each star in motion on an unparalled journey
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Fontanel glistens
but then mind assigns meanings,
to effervescence of love.
When there’s no one here,
who then wishes to assign
labels to God’s outpouring?
A Woman of a mirror
Of life with no error
Luminously with light
Hard I found depict you right
A Woman of a fair?
Fair forms?, fair face?, fair hair?
If found my words make an assault
So count them all with no insult
A woman of structure
Flooding with rhythm and rhyme
Dress in codes, so sublime
If I am right, you are a culture
A woman of a mine
Stepping in line
You walk, you pause, you strive
Hope I depict where you arrive?
A woman of sings
Luminiously "BEAUTY" assigns
Beyond the boundries of prices
Hope I depict how you pay devices?
A WOMAN OF A HOLY
If words of mine make you dirty
Depict you then, so let me only, and if "ONLY"
Nothing you are, but a"BEAUTY "
which chakra is higher
and which is lower
in as grades ego assigns
when all there is is bliss
playing at different octaves
within the spectrum
of our limited cognition
Our Expiration Date
Miracle Man
9/9/2024
Time has no favorites, passing the same for each,
and at birth God assigns an expiration date.
This assigned time period man cannot breach,
but the life he lives determines his eternal fate.
Man isn’t informed when his last day will be,
and expiration date changes only by God’s choice.
Whether our lives are lived guardedly or carefree,
The clock keeps ticking unaware of our voice.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
the table is laid for bliss ready made ~
in the void wade; know love assigns no grade
Where is the secret of the rainbow?
At the edge of one's own life?
Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours?
Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion?
Some form of an ancient creative masterpiece?
Perhaps expressionism was reassessed?
The spiritual in natural art is oft-forgotten
in musty mists, where the soul engages
in confrontations with the deadly reaper.
The appalling midst of winter intensifies in the freeze,
and the psychology of death deepens,
for we are too much attached to worldly cares.
Characteristic emotions in cowardly conflicts.
One can say so very few words about
the astute business of a measured life,
like autumn's falling bronzed leaves,
its face value is not easily perceived;
for dead leaves turn into compost,
no peaceful transition true, but a must
that leads and helps life's renewal in spring.
Forget the troubled dream of dreary life,
let the seasons daub their watercolours bold and free,
the rainbow assigns a variety of mellow hues,
chooses always the brightest.
For the secret of the rainbow
a symbol of new hope lies in its Creator.
I bathe in the tears of your frailty.
Love has never seemed so distant as when two people are content with unhappiness.
Society assigns romance with an unrealistic interest rate.
A lifetime of loathing cost more than a lifetime of loneliness.
Before you deceive a woman make sure to dig a shallow grave with no tombstone.
from jugular notch, all the way down
from root of spine, all the way up
the energy loop vertically splits form
and yet holds it together in embrace
the blossoming flower assigns no meaning
to the slow motion opening of its petals
the caterpillar resists not its transformation
as in time it turns into a beautiful butterfly
Citing the cliché, good guys finish last:
folks have little appetite for the truth.
And do-gooders are constantly harassed,
a lesson taught to intolerant youth.
Facing a future anchored in the past,
folks are cruel, arrogant, and uncouth.
Yet, big business, every once in a while,
assigns a moral value to a smile.
Slick PR firms devise a clever ploy,
to mask the hypocrisy of their brand.
Fake charities are built to headline joy,
while laws that allow children to work stand.
Oligarchs carefully recruit, employ,
exploiting innocence across the land.
They hide their cruelty behind a mask,
where human suffering is just a task.
Like skipping stones on red river in heart
Let it be known love of God is holy art
No two creations will be the same
Some love with laughter others love with rain
The laughter is the joy of the Lord
Easy to breathe in hard to avoid
The tears so teal tall and true
can be from joy but from pain too.
God is great, He assigns a muse
We make mistakes but God never leaves you
Could even be God is a she
God is bigger than gender identities
What if God in the wildest of hopes
Sent many in white wisdom cloaked
He sent them to encourage humans
Not at all a worry as the color of skin
God did not make mistakes
Even loves the ones who love to hate
If God is art of heart
Be careful what you create there is not dark
What if you found light in the dark
Could be Christ won your heart
Or could be in Muhammad or in Buddha you took flight
Winging your mind and soul to new heights
Musings on faith is there only one way
To cross the dark in the light of day
If love is art in many forms created
How you love the creator and if you do may be fated.
drifting slowly into thought rested meditation
images stored in subconscious yet manifest
cause of memory recall we do not analyse
nonchalant soul has no load in its chest
pheromones mingle and nodes in body tingle
though we’ve walked down this path before
vaporised presence assigns no preference
receptive and wondrous feeling bliss roar
in timeless time the energy grid too dissolves
everything then becomes a seamless whole
each node in form pulsates radiating bliss
thus doing nothing we yet attain our goal
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