Best Wholeness Poems
As we all face
nature's violent forces,
rebuilding with grace...
Significance
In a tiny space,
Words are full of meaning; joy.
Capturing the heart.
Lilt in rhythm giving high and low
High and low with own rhythms go
Bifurcation to an endless end
Fast moving and slow!
Yield with what is
Bend, to what you do not know!
Blow your own whistle at last
Before it is too late to blow!
Michael
how can you love wholeness, when your not whole within?,
the answer behind this is HE looks past your sins,
from changing "I" to "We" you now can see,
all of HIS grace is sufficiant for thee,
man's words are only part of the soul,
to learn more of this as you get old,
resting is momentary, in time to heal your soul,
man doesn't need proof of this part of loving to show,
as trust in HIM is gained, it's relied upon more,
the practice of the heart standing still in the midst of the storm,
for it is not a physical action in this moment of peace,
in HIS timing, each kind is released,
a time for everything under the sun,
a time to sit, a time to run,
fluckuating back and forth, sometimes quick changes, quick demands,
in following HIS spirit to understand,
a quick response to change can equipt us for more,
this flexibility comes from the Lord,
knowing when to be silent, the balance of the heart to be ingrained,
through love as faith moves, in the end no real mistakes,
just a deep love, a deep trust, through faith to believe,
it lays in the hope of the faith of the unseen,
for this is how i learn to trust in you more,
to know this love i cannot physically see is the basis of more...
Switch off the daylight, please, rescind the wind
outside the creaky window, draw the blinds
and take your clothes off, so our twinned
lovehungry shadows, souls, hearts and minds
could be a single entity again.
Oh, how I love when your aloneness finds
my loneliness in darkness, or, say, when
your timid kiss meets mine, the vigorous…
Alas, your wristwatch says it’s almost ten
o’clock and you should leave. I’m eager as
I never was before to know why
two lonelinesses cannot coalesce.
- Well, how’s about Friday?
- I’ll come by.
Life and a living being
can never be separated
See one and you see
the other
Destroy one and you destroy
the other
Pluck a flower from a tree
and dissect it
to understand it
You no longer have that flower
as it existed
on the tree
You may have an understanding
of the relationship
between the components
of a dead flower
but you will have forever lost
the totality of the experience
of the LIVING flower
To see the flower in
its completeness
BECOME THE FLOWER
and understand a reality
that can only be experienced
but can never be put into words
for the whole is more than
the sum of its parts
The wholeness questions..
Most apparently see life
As disconnected..separate..
Talk of illusion
Is quickly dismissed..
A few may pause
When questioned thus:
How might wholeness seem..with
No time and space
No autonomous persons
No locations
No "others"
No happenings..
These questions stall the mind
And spontaneously
Not-knowing may be
Paradoxically flash
For no-one..
Freedom
Illuminated...
Heart and soul, not half a role
as God encompassing my knoll
I have in Thee confirming hold
as spirit's new convening told!
So settlement is Thy revere
my own grace pleading asks me here
can I keep needing while Thee veer
my whole believing, not austere!
A space for heeding of Thy cheer
that private, leading, not of fear
denotes my will, as God declares
your love in mine, HIs wholeness ~ cares!
The body is precious
a vehicle for
awakening
treat it with care,
said Buddha
I love its stillness
beauty and sanctity
here and now
sink into its calm
to hear the whispers
in all
its ebbs and flows
erect, penetrate
the edge of life and
loss
return to wholeness
Wholeness, emptiness, emptiness, wholeness
which does the Buddha prefer?
STRIVING FOR WHOLENESS
I wish
Wish for
More of
Of the
The whole
I am
Half of
Whole just
Broken
Just two
Two halves
Striving
for whole
Striving
for
wholeness
1/22/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
If I ask you once to shower thyself
Would you choose to be my heart or soul of yourself?
If I permit you my innocence to manifest oneself
Would you decorate it with the flowers or pant with itself?
If you are blessed to mold your figure
Would you choose to be my thought or muse of yourself?
If I edict your radiation to the garden of life
Will you breathe like a blushing rose or the petals of your own self?
If I insist on the wholeness of your being
Would you choose to be a dove or your own love ?
If you are ever visible for once
Will you be after the world or the world itself?
Ps: PalwashaSharif
I
Humpty Trump-ty scaled a wall
Humpty Trump-ty had a great fall
He blamed it on Dem and others
Dems held off cussing; US family, brothers
Did Humpty Trump-ty think Eden, First Fall?
II
We all ought to learn to take
Intermission, even at election, that break
To center ourselves, anchor with soul
Ponder space, our place, become Whole
Or repeat Humpty Trump-ty's mistake
Be bold of heart with mind at peace;
Be as faith starts hope in love's ease.
Be as one whole with poise as proof;
Be pure of soul with lovely truth.
Be perfect then with mind and heart;
Be as you can with each new start.
Be strong in peace with joy that styles;
Be as you please with cheer that smiles.
Be power here with focus right;
Be bright and clear with affluent light.
Be love's pure voice with easy pace;
Be kind by poise with touch of grace.
Be harmonious with ample zest;
Be not anxious with journey quest.
Be happy Here with that clear Now;
Be without fear as love endows.
Be of good cheer in time and space;
Be wise my dear and walk with grace.
Be a being of grand living;
Be fond growing in becoming.
Leon Enriquez
12 September 2016
Singapore
Haply I think on thee
The lark of wholeness
At break of a new day
Wipes away separation's grip
And rises in recognition of
The sullen stories which
Separate me and thee...CC
Interpreting:
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
~~William Shakespeare..Sonnet 29