Best Immanence Poems
In interludes of self-reflection, whether in the state of consciousness or meditative, I accept that I am an immanent being, layered with imperfections. I am human. I make mistakes, but to live my life instilled with fear and without love would not be living.
my concept of life...
acceptance of immanence
I am not divine
I am not destined for permanence in this world. Through death, I will leave a void to be filled. Seekers of truth, open your inner sight and allow it to lead you towards enlightenment. Sing a melody during life's journey and set your spirit free. Sing a song, a symphony, to help you find your way. It's a cosmic affair, so bare your soul and find the bliss that awaits you there.
human souls reside
but for a moment on earth
waves on an ebb tide
Most will not live eternally; we are not the transcendent kind. There is only One who lives to reign, and we dare not disdain His right to claim the throne. God is transcendent and there will never be an amendment to that in this manifested world. He will not be dethroned by word or deed by some malcontented human having the need for a coup. Those who would dare cast shadows on His name have no respect for divinity.
God reigns o'er the world
do not query or doubt His
supernal glory
Categories:
immanence, god, how i feel,
Form:
Haibun
The time of growth and change is done and past.
From thaw to frost activity prevailed,
And change came often, often coming fast,
Till finalizing Fall all toil curtailed.
With wintertime’s quiescence, come at last,
The old year’s final breath has been exhaled.
And now all nature’s quiet, all now still,
All bedding down, preparing for the chill.
The other seasons garner all the praise:
From sprouting Spring, through Summer’s fruiting fields,
To Autumn’s vibrant hues and bracing days,
Each one its own unique enchantment wields.
But Winter’s coming oftentimes dismays,
So cryptic are the blessings that it yields--
Yet unexpected beauty will abound
In many forms both subtle and profound.
Then gales gust frore as frigid flakes bespeak
The wintry depths which grip both heath and grange:
The rime-bound land is frozen hard, and bleak—
Yet bleakness has its beauty, harsh and strange.
And what seems dead or dormant soon will wreak
What surely counts as nature’s deepest change:
The imminence of warmth’s returning breath…
The immanence of life in seeming death.
For springtime’s semelparity is fate,
As sure as tide or twilight, and as strict.
It burgeons and it blooms, but soon or late
It goes to seed and dies. The clock has ticked
And knelled the midnight hour — but don’t berate
The seed for its mortality -- predict
Instead the miracle which will ensue:
That out of silence, life is born anew.
Categories:
immanence, autumn, change, mystery, nature,
Form:
Ottava rima
Written: October 05, 2023
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Where the paradisiacal angels reside.
A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide
A dinkum dissolute and a discreet divine,
A degree of dexterity, a denizen decline
Amidst the mahatmas and zeitgeist calls,
An indweller quests for lyricism thrall.
A martyrdom route, an incubus chase,
Eristic battles in the realm of grace
A proponent of verity, a wraith of anile,
Sought to indwell the hearts of enamel.
A sip of soma, a savor of seraglio supine,
Agnostic beyond, for the geist did shine.
Destructive metempsychosis, a mortal plight,
Internal battles, seeking inspirational light.
In the realm of the departed, desolate cries
A crybaby tears, but awe-inspiring skies
Departed souls, once heartsick and heartsore,
Find solace in the trust they restore.
For in the internal depths, a spark ignites.
And as the decedents rise, their souls bear flight.
Absolve afreets, the anxiousness abides,
Embrace the beatitude; sublimity resides.
Rawness of a sentimentalist, troubadour song,
The immanence of duende is pantywaist wrong.
In the realm of the spiritual, the snarl of sin,
Is replaced by beatitude, the soul's win.
Spotless and unsullied, cleansed of all pain,
The spiritual journey is the ultimate gain.
They sully the cosmic force with opulence.
Yet, the sunny glow of bliss starts radiance.
A troll in the netherworld, forlornness abounds,
In the cognition of theosophy, the soul rebounds.
Categories:
immanence, analogy, appreciation, birth, death,
Form:
Rhyme
The thought of all trusts,
Was it all just rust?
The thought of all confidence,
Was it because of your insolence?
The thought of all friendship,
Was it all just dissonance?
Was it all just lies?
The thought of all immanence,
There was no innocence,
Was it all just imminent trust?
Was it all your fickleness?
Was it your falseness?
Was it enough faith for equivalence?
There was fading ambivalence...
Was I blinded by wistfulness?
Was i blinded by your words?
Was it your defiance?
Was it all about rebelliousness?
Are we going to be strayed?
Were we going to divagate?
Was I being a black swan?
Did you want to disarray?
Did I need to back away or just run away?
I was being manipulated over again...
Kindness is hard to give now...
Did you want to lead astray?
Are you really a friend?
Did you want to push me away?
Did you want to cut me away?
Did you want to break me away?
Weren't we going all the way?
You are going too far away...
You were just looking away...
With my tears shedding,
Will you just turn away?
Might I just fall down?
Must the world just fade away?
Was it all just waste?
Was it all already traced?
Was it all degrading?
Are you corrupted?
Am i devalued?
My unshakeable perception and unbrakeable soul,
Were they deceived?
All I need now is a shoulder,
Where my tears can be shed and impregnated.
A hug,
Where my bones brake of forgotten joyfulness.
A trust,
Where my biggest secrets will be kept.
A hand,
That can keep helping inconditionally.
Eyes,
That could see me for who I am.
A heart,
Where infinite solid bonds could be created.
And a soul,
Where my soul could be free and unbrakeable...
All because of your hypocrat double play,
I was betrayed...
Categories:
immanence, best friend, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Go deep down within
Be aware of all there is in
Be pure deep from within
Enjoy the music within.
Live, love, learn, fight for
In-depth self-discovery;
In-depth self-discovery
Is life's greatest discovery.
Be part of the joy
Be part of the suffering
Of every fellow brother
Of every fellow sister.
Plunge deep
Into immanence
Soar high
Toward transcendence
Be a bridge builder
A-two-way-bridge builder
Bridge between
Life external demands
And life internal demands.
Categories:
immanence, devotion, faith, forgiveness, hope,
Form:
Free verse
path of bluebells briefed
oaken limbs breathe caution's wind
immanence emits
Lavender lips of light spill forth her embrace
brushed soft glints of splendor 'cross my eye
left low, an aura hanging on a breeze still
night moons burn engulfing her grace
Fearless thy sight, guide where mist taints
tired trails forged, drapes heavy irons held
release past pains, painted in amber tones
and shine steady, lifting up a weary soul
spirits held still
onward notions pure
reverence withdrawn
Categories:
immanence, art, devotion, light, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
[This is an excerpt from a much longer poem]
is there a garden to the east of eden
out there in nod, the harsher badlands,
where cain built his hut out of clay, grew his gardens,
planted his seeds and ploughed his soil,
while ripening all around a blossoming nature,
breathing with the fair oxygen of immanence?
if so, surely, that is where i should be; that is where i should live my life -
and better yet, surely it can outcompare even the babylonian botany,
with its beautiful, scandent flowerwork -
the awesome vines of hammurabi
clinging and climbing abound all over the city-walls -
the land of nod weeps over the garden
so luscious with the hebenon and paved with the glistening moonstone,
fountained with the wine old as death -
the wine which gurgles upforth from the mouth of the abyss.
will gods' carrion-flower breathe anew,
and if so, will death even die with its unfold?
land of nod, dark waste of wild nod -
will i hurt my feet on the nettles and the thistles of truth?
yeah, probably i will hurt my feet;
not even dantes' footsteps are longer visible in the mud before me.
Categories:
immanence, christian, religion,
Form:
Sun spurting senselessly.
Pull pulleying plaintively.
Really ridiculous roundhouse rhymes,
Each eating enough of its environs.
And don't get me started on the in-laws.
Dine ahh near the shore, dizzying mental roadblocks,
Ignite the immanence of the instant!
Never nullify the negations, the now and then.
Go for the gold, you beautiful bastard.
Here we are under shade.
Are you more or less happy then before?
People love to let it go and take a break.
In this there is peace.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Categories:
immanence, happiness,
Form:
Acrostic
We are complexions of being,
gradations of actualization.
Our nature coming to be or passing away,
Aristotle wrote.
Mere complexions of being,
gradations of ontology.
In every American thing we claim to know,
Pigment is the currency,
Our petty underlying divisor,
Our pixelated property.
The color line preserves white privilege.
We are complexions of being,
gradations of realization.
From The Age of Enlightenment
followed the epoch of enslavement,
Our white patriots traded in commodified skins,
Learning how an emboldened empire wins,
Learning how merchants on the take use race.
So their destiny was manifest,
Genocide was their bequest.
In their path, all traces of different races
Necessarily disappeared,
The indigenous people they feared.
Hunted, murdered, and jeered,
White entitlement forgot them all and moved on.
We are complexions of being,
gradations of sentience.
Quickly unraveling before breakfast,
Whites come alive, staggering like air dancers,
Inflated gas bags thrashing, and lurching,
At their dealerships, certain something sensational
Is happening somewhere.
The reasons never explicated,
The false complexion dichotomies
will never transfer power.
Until there is no white or black,
Until we are gradations of one,
Until we see our shades of immanence.
Published: Dissident Voice, October 2, 2022
Categories:
immanence, america, irony, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Didactic
We hear them crashing,
Into us,
We fear their immanence,
That split second,
The silence before the crash,
We close our eyes,
Only to realize,
Our life before us,
Immense power,
So destructive,
So powerful,
Death defying,
Yet beautiful,
Yet awe inspiring,
Yet the apple of life,
We are sand,
We small bits of gold,
We fear the crash,
Even though,
We are indestructible.
Categories:
immanence, emotions,
Form:
Imagism
My love,
my heart is in flames and
I am hostage to your love.
Burn me with your radiant eyes
and I shall only reward you.
I leave the house thinking
only of you, your love and
tenderness, your elegant fingers
wrapped in my hands and fingers.
My love, pardon my errors,
I'm lost for the words to describe you,
the beauty that ever was, the charm, heartfelt trust.
I'll observe the time's indolence,
love's alchemy of immanence.
We're thrown in this world in coldness,
rescued by love's boldness.
My last breath of air is
to thank god for the pleasure
of knowing your love's treasure.
Categories:
immanence, love,
Form:
Free verse
Eternity, where
Immanence-transcendance
mutually reinforce.
When alien is at home,
the desert in the sea.
While impossible to seek,
knowing is bestowed
and all elect,
the sons of art.
Here invention's noble thrust
sujects itself to faith in vanity
the measure of depth
a evanescent film,
and piety
the shallowest of all.
Abba-beyond all time and space,
closer than a heartbeat-
resides in secret,
non-invasive,
distant the needs of flesh
and yet divinely intimate.
Duality unknown,
can view with equanimity
the blood-soaked pores
from Nazareth,
evoking tears of joy.
Abba-let us speak of love
but first in cultivated awe
acquire the power to fail,
to scale the pinnacle
of childhood
and view with newer eyes
a lovliness remote
and inaccessible
to those who seek the stars.
~
Categories:
immanence, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Imagination
and timeless Muse memory
wears Her integral capacity
to naturally craft a re-ligious spirit
out of any transcendent
transparent
transregenerational relationship,
Within any AnthropoCentric
NonViolent Communioning Network.
And, a positively correlating observation,
proposition,
perhaps both decent and indecent,
sacred and secular,
sensory and sexual,
We can,
and have,
and will continue to
design gods and goddesses
out of any significant
deep and widely polycultural communing
EarthTribe Ancestor,
both enlightening
from above
and without,
and empowering
from below
and within;
Monotheistically transcendent,
and/or panentheistically communing,
imminent co-empathic trans-immanence.
Integrity's Great ReTurning potential
transubstantiating binomial potency,
Omnipotence individualized
in pride
courage
curiosity
commitment
to be freely and fruitfully known
as an Earth Worshipper
of Her omniscient natural
noetic Truths
and omnipresent spiritual
poetic Beauty.
But, I would be ticked in Hell
if anyone ever thought of,
and felt from, me
an individualistic Nation Patriot,
Patrician,
same ol' patristic sad song
and delusional dance
A WELLNESS CAPITALIZED EmpireBuilding Worshipper
of colonizing
competitive
Win/Lose ZeroSum monotheistic
monoculturalism,
Greatly divisive
degeneratively intending
to not creolize within sacred Earth communion,
but to take over secularized resources
for ecopolitical consumption
unto transcendently supreme
StraightWhitePatriarchal AnthrObesity.
An ecologically resilient
and theologically resonant
Patriotic SpiritNature,
like EcoFeminist ReLigioning Integrity,
is potentially healthiest
wealthiest
and wisest
When direct prayers for health,
and wealth petitions to MotherEarth
are for nothing less
than our most regenerative
polyculturing
enlightening and empowering
Truth and Beauty
Heaven and Earth
Transcendent Spirit and incarnate Nature
CoPassionate BiCameral Communion.
Categories:
immanence, health, integrity, nature, peace,
Form:
Political Verse
We whimsically wondered why
wandered victims by
and through our uniquely human history
of sexual trauma
and therapeutic politics
Mythically hinting
hunting
poly-resonant
mono-vulnerable
half full, half empty
gendered pantheology
Spanning spies discovering economic magic
denies political monoculturing tragic
outcomes for godlike monolithic
monotheistic empire-building
Wherein straight white males
disproportionatly championed
a revengeful
and punishing MonoPolistic Judge
polarizing One-1 omnipotent God
While unstraight
unwhite
unmasculine
marginalized
enslaved
and colonized
Would restore Mother Eartha's original
nurturing conservational economy
Nutritional ecosystemic politics
for wellness-natured spirits
Advocating sexual polytheistic immanence
imploring sacred not yet empty
circling recycling interdependence
inspiraling half-full health
pregnant with potential
sacred safety
half-empty zero-0 wombed
regeneratively polytheistic.
Categories:
immanence, culture, earth day, health,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Essences of my Goals
Much I the splendid aspiration
I discovered the dreams decision making
the matter-of-fact mission minding
and the immanence so unwinding
Only this and an immanency
In their stepped a silent 'deracination'?
Justice and only heaven knows
The truest essences of my goals
12/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
immanence, allusion, analogy, anxiety, endurance,
Form:
Free verse