Reminiscing, my mind's tongue savors it today.
I wonder what made it taste so good that way.
Could it be that custardy layer near the top?
Every time I start to think of it, I can't stop!
Perhaps, it was the browning of the skin?
Underneath, was it the rice-filled heart within?
Dare I find a recipe and try to make it?
Do you think, Mom's secret, I can only fake it?
I just need a phone booth and a dime.
Next, her number in the sky or a ladder I can climb.
Good heavens! I cede another memory to time.
One telling thing.. The mind that conceives
The mouth that utters, the ears that recieve
The hands that type..The keyboards that cede'
The hurts that happen, the many that will die
All the above that will pass, thats the way it lies.' They will not remain..They'll be swept
Aside for way beyond.! moves eternitys tide.' God
Will dissolve' God will remove, all such realitys
Yet when will this happen.? Only God can choose.!
head melds with heart and thoughts recede
synced with gong Om, the void’s our home
free from desires, on earth we roam
ego dissolves, love takes the lead
heart-centric soul begins to glow
resistance ends; we gently flow
bliss pheromones begin to breed
pulsating within day and night
God bestows spherical sight
we live as of need, not of greed
our eye’s mindful and touch gentle
for the most part, nonjudgmental
one with oneness, our will we cede
Breathed by God, we see Him within
His grace erases every sin
head melds with heart and thoughts recede
ego dissolves, love takes the lead
bliss pheromones begin to breed
we live as of need, not of greed
one with oneness, our will we cede
Having tasted substance abuse,
today in truth,
many of the young
are wasted in their youth.
But 'God damn' only the pusher
you didn't oughta
as, without the doer,
the dealer, he'd be dead in the water.
One and the same, they're both to blame,
as off each other they will feed,
the former for avarice, a.k.a., greed,
the latter for a misconceived need...
if not to allay his fears,
but cede to the pressure of his peers.
If only my life I could live over again
and the years unfold in my daily scuffle,
as at the thought of growing old,
I recoil from this mortal shuffle.
With apologies to; George Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950) and William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Poised in silence, doing nothing at all,
mindfully noticing movements in form,
observing ripples as they rise and fall,
breath simultaneously cool and warm,
deepens calm, cajoling us to conform.
Bereft of thought, ego cravings recede,
relinquishing will, which to God we cede,
with presence drenched in elixir of bliss,
pulsations of love then take up the lead,
that feeling complete, nothing is amiss.
* Artists of every kind, I believe, are but tools for something far grander … what that is, I’ll leave to the philosophers. *
~
bend …
your voice to me
tickle my tympans with a
wisdom, whispered
and wild …
rake my abyss for a dark dream -
press it to my flesh
molten marrow to scorch the
lies away like chaff
to cede a language of the ages -
an unvarnished gospel that my hands
in paralyzed piety
may translate …
from my fallow fallibility
to the sacred blood of your quill -
a verse as sweet
as untainted and timeless
as pure, stark, empirical, and graceful
as enchantingly hopeful …
as Heaven …
itself.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 10, 2024
ready to duel
with love our fuel
first will to God cede
letting bliss beats lead
True love everlasting is carved into trees,
Who of the two will eventually cede?
There cannot be question as to which prevails longer,
Bark slowly heals as the heart grows still fonder
Yet heartbreak cuts deeper than knife’s sharp edge can,
When did Earth’s skin become lesser than man's?
Two losing birds and only one stone,
But at least the tree is never alone
It has brothers and sisters and pathways below,
Though eventually there will come one final blow -
I would be bitter if you carved up my arms,
Withhold my charity from any who harm,
Then where will we be?
Love may be “set free,”
But we still need trees to breathe.
Some letters seem superfluous, you’ll cede:
but with no tulips, spring would not be spring.
We’re used to think in terms of things we need.
Desiring counts for more; it bids us sing.
I find my mind more keenly focuses
on simple schemes: the white-on-green of flocks,
or under trees, those shy, but lovely, crocuses
whose joy it is to greet the equinox.
Who’d miss a ‘b’? But bees provide our fruit.
They fertilise our shrubs, to help us thrive.
‘C’ is not useful. Yet no surly brute
would brook the brine. We need both tide and hive.
Some things, we find, we smoothly do without,
but spring’s the thing we’d never wish to flout.
From limitation to God absolute,
a shift that needs eye to become single,
if our focus be firm and resolute,
bliss mists rise when polarities mingle.
Holy Spirit alone can bilocate,
resident in space yet active in form,
teleporting our soul to heaven’s gate,
borne by divine currents both cool and warm.
Emptying mind of conditioned belief,
pausing thought flow, that ego may recede,
poised thus in the void, we turn a new leaf,
doing nothing, as will to God we cede.
Love’s music in our heart plays by itself
and in time, we behold the light of Self.
The noise and the grime
the mushrooming crime
junkies and beggars abound
Strange folks in your face
steal your car, spray some mace
Who wants to vacation downtown ...
This year I'll cede culture
to the buzzard and vulture
as in soft meadows I lie
Life And Bad Habits
By: Miracle Man
7/11/2023
Life is about attitudes, habits, and disbelief,
and any prejudices we harbor, God didn’t endow.
We look at life’s problems and seek God for relief,
As we do those things age and health will allow.
Jaundiced habits are often hindering our progress,
and these bad habits we’re oft unwilling to cede.
The brambles we encounter have made life a mess,
and bad habits will always our progress impede.
“Nothing so needs reforming
as other people’s habits.”
Mark Twain
Witnessing
By: Miracle Man
6/4/2023
Sometimes from our simplest act of serving,
we influence others within the sound of voice.
We should never question whether deserving,
Because God didn’t cede any man that choice.
Sometimes our words
Have a great impact on the life of another.
Tom
Matthew 25:40
40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
we are caught napping
ego is clapping
joy dies
feel desires wrapping
inner light trapping
soul cries
it’s no use snapping
try God’s grace tapping
be wise
our elders advise
let bliss beats baptise
soul’s seed
thought forms in disguise
as they weigh and size
mislead
to get to new highs
let’s embrace surprise
God speed
love’s our sturdy steed
whose whispers we heed
agree
soul growth is our need
so let’s renounce greed
debris
in as is decreed
when our will we cede
we’re free
17-March-2023
imagine
improvise
initiate
create
&conceive
co-operate
contemplate
Contribute
combine
&collaborate
Share
support
participate
meditate
&cerebrate
celebrate
comfort
cede
Commit
& reconcile
Commune
converse
counsel
confess
&bless
crusade
proclaim
encourage
travail
&witness
speak
compliment
support
supplement
&succour
laugh
smile
weep
honour
&thank
encourage
please
complement
promote
&placate
inspire
promise
praise
to Change
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