If You Aren’t Responsible,
Then Don’t Feel Responsible.
But If You Feel Responsible,
You Can Be Responsible.
Your Responsibility Responsibility
Can Be How You Feel.
Not ANGRY!
Where'd That Come From?
Anyway, BE how you FEEL.
*Giggle.*
-Gray Squirrel
By Poet "Our memories fill yesterday. Today our dreams will fill tomorrow."
Will my dream be here tomorrow?
A cool breeze does softy blow,
over me as if I will know.
Into deeper sleep I must go,
what will my dream now show?
I am still from head to toe,
feeling like I am aglow.
Another world I will go.
Within a dream what will I see?
A huge yellow bumble bee,
she was eating crackers and brie.
From this dream I want to flee,
please oh - please set me free.
My bed is now wet - I did pee,
let me out I will plea.
Now awake one, two, three.
My dream within a dream,
was it just too extreme?
It made me pee then scream,
what a very wild dream theme.
The bee rode a leaf downstream,
what a weird bee daydream.
Through the trees I saw a sunbeam,
the bright light looks like ice cream.
Now waking up with self esteem.
There Is Nothing
More Humbling
Than
Going To The
Wake
Of A Good Man.
AWOKE.
-Gray Squirrel
08-02-2025
NOW THAT WE ARE AWAKE
Now that we are awake –
We had all the long while
Been in deep dreamless slumber
And while we were still
Still slumbering in our
Unreal bed of red roses
They planned, practised and projected
What “tomorrow” would likely bring
Now that we have realized with pain
That the “tomorrow” we failed to plan for
Has changed herself to “today”
We watch with mouth agape
As their deep buried conduit pipes
In our land of milk and honey
Drain the natural resources
That had sustained our life hitherto
Shall we fold our arms, do nothing or
Jump on the mass exodus bandwagon
While they milk our land dry?
Can we by this endless wailing
And tearful row and retorts
Within and outside our shores
Free our land, our people
From their firm and hurting grip?
Can we by mere declaration of innocence
Wish away the doom that looms?
Now that we are awake
Let’s answer these questions sincerely
As we continue to search for freedom.
Your breath is my quilt -
the ghost between sleep and wake.
Your touch, my alarm.
Dead, Dead.
Decay and rotten flesh,
melting beneath the scorching sun.
Worms, maggots, and flies-
a parade in time with the vulture's drum.
Teasing, tearing, ripping this way and that, dashing, splashing like an artist painting madness.
Bumblebee, whisper to me:
Am I dead...or just asleep
in the scariest dream?
No...
I can't be dead.
I refuse to be dethroned.
Oh death, you have no sting.
I have clipped your wings.
A man of all seasons,
I fight in every round.
Knocked down...
but rise before I hit the ground.
Yeah, I am not dead.
In a gentle manner..There is emphasis on care.' Protect and
Save the eco-system.' Thats already 'out there' yet the rhetoric
Becomes dragonlike.' Should you err.? 2020 was an intro.' There
Will be more He will dare.' Lahina saw fire..Did it fall from
The sky.' What will you sacrifice? When the real test is nigh'
Will you bow as a pagan? Will you take the wrong mark.?
Be warned though it be daylight.' Plans are being made for
When its dark.'
we are still but life around moves
if lust rises, soul disapproves
world, a dream, conjured by desire
which fleeting goal do we aspire
amidst images shape shifting
wisps of smoke around us drifting
the movie unfolds as was caused
but freezing the frame, we have paused
mood and mode, embrace and release
flowing thus with nonchalant ease
in timeless time coming undone
recognising we all are one
linked together with threads of love
God’s grace pouring in from above
Each eyelash lifted
With the leverage of purity.
Wake up,
Not just in the morning.
Always, is the answer
You’ve been searching for:
OK. then,
Why are you always asking?
There is only one answer:
Now!
You are only here for this,
So…
Wake up!
That’s all there is to it.
A gentle breeze blows, commingled with light,
each morn greeting our presence without fail,
our senses coming to life with delight,
in thought rested calm where no fears assail.
Nodes within form are suffused with cool heat,
God’s disc of light rotates over our head,
with energy peaked at our palms and feet,
our vibrant presence is by bliss beats led.
In this manner, in but not of the world,
with all doings on earth done by God’s hand,
we breathe in grace, in the nest of heart curled,
in witness mode, imposing no demand.
Innocence plays, heart prays, awareness stays,
in time stretched stillness in form that decays.
For Constance's Contest
Write sixteen beautiful lines
05/13/2025
The moment I cast all indecision
to subsist in peace without suspicion
The moment I shed all premonition
And wake up in truth without persuasion
The moment I find in introspection
A silent blessing on strong foundation
The moment I face realization
And join in light and life’s celebration
The moment I rise in still elation
Above the anguish of life’s commotion
The moment I feel the inspiration
Of true love beyond imagination
The moment I bask in admiration
And meekly kneel in great devotion
The moment I exult in God’s creation
Then my soul awakens to salvation
another weekday
she awakens
to the sunrise aroma of
preset coffee brewing
her eyes still closed
she thinks about her day
and slowly starts to form
thoughts in her head
so much to do
so little time
a jolt of java
revs up the engine
give her a minute
she'll come to life
another sip
and there it is
it's all systems go!
AP: 1st place 2025
I will fast and ask the Lord..In prayer petition and happy
Accord 'for an awakening in the world and land of my birth' a turn
To God and away from the dearth.' The depths they have
Plumbed in popular trends which are all false idols may
They make amends, killing infants is murder..It I really so
Wrong and walking in perversion.' And how it went on..
There is great need of purging.' Of the hubris of evil.'
Is there not enough in thsee land sof plenty and such great
Created beauty.? Turn from destruction.' Remove the bad
Governence then live with 'the true love of Gods spirit'
And lets all our gains upon then 'ring fence'
You're afraid of dying—
but tell me, are you truly alive?
You might say yes,
but haven’t you buried a thousand dreams?
Let them rot quietly in the corners of your heart,
until they become shadows that haunt you.
Haven’t you become
a living corpse,
breathing without purpose,
a flame once burning bright, now flickering?
You are not torn by a tiger’s claw,
but devoured by the tiger of your mind.
Are you lost in the forest of your thoughts?
Or have you locked yourself away,
trapped in the silence of your own fear—
too afraid to live?
While He was praying, His face changed in appearance and clothing became dazzling White. Luke 9:29
The Transfiguration is an amazing event (Father Christ) Jesus shining as sun conversing with Moses and Elijjah-
His 3 apostles were asleep
Fortunately for us
They awake in time to hear (Eternal) God saying to them (and to us)
“This is my chosen (Eternal) Son, listen to Him”
Asked a good friend
“What’s secret of Happy life”
“Stay awake!”
Means be present to the present moment-do not live in past
Or Fret (state of anxiety or worry) the future
Pay attention to people
Walk in and out of life everyday
Engage with nature
People
Scripture (as you’re doing now)
Be sensitive to the movements own heart
Mini-Transfigurations happening everyday Seasons changing
Child maturing
New insights emerging
Love deepening
Small deeds goodness unfolding around Don’t miss them!
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