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Ascending within; to feel my happiness climB
Setting out solo; internal ecstasy can providE
Carving contentment by relearning to crawL
Enjoying this wonderful spiritual crescendO
Noticing on the way; all little things contaiN
Dualities in me but don't require explaininG
Intrinsic kaleidoscopes; always up the antI
Needless is it to enforce emotional refraiN
Grasp the view feeling truest in belonginG
I realize limitation
Is an illusion.
My destiny is without
Boundary.
Looking,
Beyond death. Beyond the periphery
Eternal Incarceration
Cosmic chaos is cooking...
Infinite combinations
In infinite situations
Attuned yet unaware,
A universe of oppositions
Frequency and energy
Space, matter
A spiraling dichotomy.
an ascending epiphany.
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Floating, and skimming through the wind
I climb higher and higher to the clouds!
Diving and rising again, I rise above.
Silence! The wind my constant friend
Numbs my beak and whispers out loud
While I climb to that special place I love.
Hoovering, waiting for the rising drafts
I look down through white mountains
Mottled green like algaed ponds in snow
Appear below. Riding old familiar paths
Of current diving and rising like a fountain
I blast skyward, just a little more to go!
Just one final current to catch, I wait
Spiraling at Heaven's door it comes
And I ride effortlessly past His throne!
Tranquility engulfs me as the world abates
Clarity of mind ever present as I become
One with God!....I am Lark, and I'm home!
Timothy I. Brumley
I tumbled,
Hit hard the back of my head on the ground of the trail,
Felt dizzy but stood up and kept walking
Alas, the battle between life and death had just begun!
Many days later I felt an excruciating headache
My movements slowed down,
Had difficulties expressing my thoughts,
Remembering things,
Performing actions.
Eventually, I lost:
My memory
My capacity to move
My ability to communicate and finally I lost
Consciousness.
It was a scary moment for my family who immediately
Rushed me to the hospital, where a series of medical examinations
Where performed.
The results showed that a large Hematoma has been
Developed between the skull and the brain, a Hematoma that was
Putting pressure on the brain, therefore, it had to be removed
Without delay!
For four days, my family in agony were waiting my turn to come to
Be operated but to no avail for too many people were before me.
All these days I remained unconscious.
Each day that was passing by, my soul was ascending to the heavens
Each day discerning clearer the gates of eternity.
By the mid of the fifth day, a pious doctor performed a successful
Operation so I was saved.
It took me two more days before I regain consciousness and
Another two to take my first steps, regain my speech, and start
Remembering.
Now, with the help of our merciful God, my caring friends, the love of
my family, and my own efforts, I am fighting to recover.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 November 2021
* I was admitted to the hospital on the 14th of October 2021 but I had lost my memory since the 12th of the same month. I left the hospital on the first of November. My wife, with God's help, was the one who saved my life. Thank you, my dearest! Thank you, my Lord!
Ho ho ho another season of fun and good cheer
Merry Christmas to all that we hold so dear
Remembrance of Jesus who is always near
Taking the darkness out of all that we fear
Bringing light to the stars all through the night
Confessing our sins keeping him in sight
Through Jesus, it all feels so right
Oh how he makes our year wonderfully bright
Showing us compassionate love
From God our father up above
Guiding us on our spiritual pathway
Until our final judgment day
When our souls take flight
Ascending to heaven on the wings of a kite
Jesus returning to set Satan right
Bringing peace for a thousand years
Believing in Jesus who is always here
Making it possible to live without fear
Blessing our Christmas and a Happy New Year
Ascension to Ascending
A silhouette I saw standing there,
the most beautiful to see.
I was amazed in astonishments',
as I had fallen to my knees.
My eyes were full of tears;
Making it harder for me to see
That silhouette I saw standing there was moving closer to me;
I felt my body rising as I looked up above to see?
My body was now ascending;
As I was filled with love;
I felt a presence there that I haven't felt before;
But, then, a voice had spoken as it was opening a door.
I felt a hand on my body as I looked straight up to see;
Father, Son, Holy Spirit, had chosen me;
I find myself with guidance; the Holy Spirit led the way;
Speaking in the tongues, only they to convey.
Being saved by the heavens that I have doubted would be;
I had caused too much trouble;
only trouble to have found me;
But, it was to my understanding that I was being re-defined.
If it weren't for Christ Jesus;
Then I, indeed, would have died;
Then He came to live inside of me;
Filling me more with His love.
It was right then I hadn't finished yet;
they were sending me back from the above;
To have the blood of Christ is somewhat rare;
I am blessed to have them enter me for my being dismayed.
They live within me now, Trinity living inside;
I love our Father God above; I'll love Him until I die;
I love the Holy Spirit more, living with me inside.
Thank you, Christ Jesus, for all that you are,
I love you, how you died for me, my love for you will abide.
Revised Edition: August 23, 2021, 3:29 PM (EST)
I thought that I could resist you
Until you fell down at my feet
Seeing those hungry wanting eyes
I prayed, my soul you would not eat
Now the preacher could not save me
As I succumbed to your embrace
A feeble man that seemed so strong
Would be ensnared by one in lace
You made me scream like a baby
For I knew that I had a choice
A mad quest for carnal pleasures
I was enticed by sultry voice
Luscious whispering in my ear
The simple promise that you made
We just had a single evening
Yet within my mind you stayed
Why couldn't the old preacher heal me
when before him my sins were layed
Although the pleasure was fleeting
The memory of you wouldn't fade
All I had was that one photo
Of you the girl with wanting eyes
I've consumed so many hours
A fool holding onto my lies
For as the Mercury rises
Silver tendrils reach for my hand
I'm a man who feasts on famine
Cracked hourglasses hold no sand!
The preacher revealed my secret
My indiscretion was exposed
In the end I found my freedom
When the chapter of lust was closed!
A write for Lyrics II Rob Carmack's Black Crowes Contest
Inspired by their song "Descending"
A purely fictional write.
The human being…
Who is worthy to bestow this title or its meaning…?
Mortal beginners naming us damned sinners…
Begotten is this son; created in the image, the human being the Holy Grail…
Inquisitions; manipulations cloaking divine knowing with a consuming veil…
My soul sings the truth of your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
I breathe you in from the breeze; touching your essence communing with trees…
I have been alive here before…
Sailing the seas while walking the shores…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…
Advance intuition understanding the power of cognition…
Focused attention paired with reasoning, will and concentration…
Abilities from the divine; creating the human magician…
Thwarted from dogmatic idiocies…
Perception of proper perspective; Cloned are individual and collective frequencies…
Reality manifesting from our visuals and emotion feelings…
Hence the need for spirit based emotional healing…
My soul sings from trusting your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
We have been lied to about god, now is my own divine conceiving…
I breathe you in from gratitude, giving and receiving…
I have been alive here before; making green tea, cleansing soiled floors…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…
I am that I am…
Spirit, light and matter…
Free to be me; using my inner eye to see…
Living from passion love and enthusiasm…
Remaining unattached to the created human cataclysm…
My soul sings from knowing your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
Individualized drops of the divine ocean
I breathe you in from making sacred loves unconditional devotion…
I have been alive here before; walking on water, pray believing…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…
“Lark Ascending"
We sleep
through
the worst of it all,
snake bit
prospects thin
sometimes we give
sometimes we give in
our losses add credits to the win
we keep warm our dreams
hold close our transparent lost loves
as if they will never leave
that we may be given some cruel kindness
that we may give folly’s chance
forgiveness, a peaceful reprieve
We sleep
through
the worst of it all
mostly vacant
we the constant
push the believe
there is hope held in love's heart
disparate with dark night's wandering in sleep
in the widening smile
of day-breaking light
we embrace the ever fixed mark
we raise our eyes tempests to the shine
we remain unshaken
standing firm in numbers
not judging love too harshly
nor loving the judgement
fueled by the reckless
speaking of tongues
the mindless dross of whispering,
diablos in the ignorant misunderstanding
we look to the North
of bitter disenchantment
“it is the star to every wandering bark
whose worth’s unknown”
“within his bending
sickle’s compass comes”
the sun will always rise
just as the singing lark ascends
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"The Lark Ascending" / Vaughan Williams"
https://youtu.be/FaO0432Gl18
"The Song on the Lark", poem, David Whyte
https://youtu.be/cEFL-XMRXB0
"Who sees the human face correctly:
the photographer,
the mirror,
the painter?"
"Song of the Lark", painting
1884
Artist:
Jules Adolphe Breton
French, 1827-1906
Sonnet 116
Keep climbing … Don't look down
Higher and higher … God's town
You're on the rise … ever-ascending
Surrounded by … angels never-ending
The air is light … cheerful and free
A feeling of elation … cushions your ride
You gaze all around you … a joy to behold
Faces of friends … renewed, no longer old
A rainbow of love … washes over your mind
Everyone here … is so incredibly kind
A voice rings out … a voice sweeter than wine
Welcome aboard, friend … aboard Eternity's airline
You are more than who you think you are.
Your being is cast into love from the divine afar.
The legacy you embodied of all your lives will culminate,
The inner spirit will transform into you as Love illuminates.
Fears will be defined before as you struggle to let go.
Realize that they are false illusions embodied into you long ago.
Embrace all of them with your heart of pure Love with unity.
Then you will find the wonder of our Father and family as it should be.
Gather around unto you all you love as ascension begins.
Knowing and loving that all life comes into you and it will never end.
*** Devoted Desire ***
Beloved! We are circling the world —
Blooms on a headwind, open petals
Swirling.
My desire is seen immediately
Rising — directed to peaks — soon floats,
Easing down
to surf
the ocean’s
Tall walls of mighty waves…and go forth
,To coast on sweeter breezes
Above beaches crowded with
mounds of sand dollars,
where crabs scurry on spindly legs
as if confused.
Visions of our love joined are
Treasure I keep locked within.
All the notes and motions of my desire
Stay removed — from all, but you, dearest one:
My destiny, my love. Our vignette
I bar from any capture
In the mirroring ocean’s surface below,
Or in the diamond black midnight’s
Drawing silhouetes to ring the full moon.
From my youth, I grew always sensing you ~
Somewhere in my future, in that some place
toward which my heart’s yearning
Began its journey,
Searching, for you
With all my breath and prayers;
With my desire ascending in anticipation
On a greater, graced wind ~
No matter the storms or gales to be faced;
No matter the distances to close;
My spirit looks out from clifftops,
rising on the challenges.
Life’s desire bound us to be one.
A greater force set the arrow’s release…
Preface in faith to our first embrace.
————————————————————————-
(c) sally young eslinger 9/26/22
Thanks be to God…
(Written for Jim)
With vantage view from the towering pagoda on Feilai Peak,
It is said that at cockcrow people can watch the sun rising.
Fear not that the floating clouds might block the view,
Because on the topmost storey the viewer is standing.
(tran.)
Ringing, ascending praise and singing
the greatness of Elohim and Christ Jesus
Suade me, turn lights aglow for imagining
Huge rocks with good, green pasture for us
We are sheep who are wary where we graze
Apart from overlook: gurgling sea at cliffs' base ...
Amazon, Nile, Grand Canyons are secondary
When we praise. Elohim and Spirit must be first!
Swell like waves in crescendo, organs within me ...
His sheep hear His voice; He alone can quench our thirst
And hunger safely: bucolic green and water serene
No gurgling, no cascades! Waterfalls may keep their spraying -
For praise belongs only to He who waters with peace, shalom -
Or well-being. For lions, too, are wary of crocodile and storm
Jonathan’s fall had been so rapid down the obstinate pits
Time had not allowed him any chance to read the writhing
On the wall and he could not have deciphered the ancient
-Language of demise-
He had been below in that shoot so often and languished
On downtrodden trajectories of rock bottom squalor
But the symbols would have been hieroglyphic at best
-Smudged in translation-
When all else fails ever more try falling he thought as
He drew at a straw in a stack of delinquent pikes needling
His apathy desolation discomfort and a long losing soul
-A shot in the dark-
Maybe Jonathan wondered that if he fell so often in
Any case it might matter if he jumped on his own volition
Not to end it all but to gather new resolve in difference
-Leaving indifference behind-
It has to be fast as not to change my ambivalent struggles
The pit looms now and I must seize the day before dusk
At least there would be some light for descent at the start
-Before withering promise-
Better not dabble with the rungs I might need them for latter
I’ll spread myself wide once I am ready to nail those walls
Even a sewer might do when its only one long breath away
-Until clearance’s escape-
In the underworld he came across a kind yellow slick road
On it a traveller not unlike himself and a union from heaven
As they floated dangled and drifted as they wedded their plight
-In changing perspectives-
If Janka and Jonathan had never let go had not sought out the
Depths of their withering journeys had not taken momentum
Not knowing what another day would present in new dawn
-Endless loops in perpetual motion-
Would have arrested stagnancy and stale morbid loneliness
The morale of the story speaks that un-ventured journeys down to
Where hell freezes over may be unpleasant but harvest reward
-From the luxury of oblivion-