I watched awe-struck as God painted the sky today.
On a bright ice-blue canvas he splashed a silver-grey hue.
By joining his breath with the works of his brush strokes
he formed pictures of dragon, dog and kangaroo.
Then he blew them apart to float through the ether
and dissipate slowly in the depths of the void.
I contemplate time and the past that's retreated
faded and lost, like the clouds seemingly destroyed.
My vision is drawn to a small receptacle
that holds the ashes of the dusty clothes you wore.
While here in this cold world of manifest secrets
my heart knows a fear I will see you no more.
Then I remember sights of the heavens at night
when cloaking sun's brightness can no longer conceal
another world comprising millions of candles
lighting directions, other places to reveal.
And I realize that all is not as it seems.
Things may be invisible but nothing is gone.
And like the day's artwork of God's lustrous painting,
we simply change form, blend with creation, move on.
Patterns in the sky,
Patterns in the tranquil night,
A masterpiece of the unseen,
Creativity in the evening light.
Changing patterns in the sky,
The moon stands in its full glow.
The patterns are in rows,
A display of the magnificence of the invisible One,
They reveal.
Moving patterns in the sky,
They change form as they glide,
Enjoying a joyful ride,
It’s a twilight glow with nothing to hide.
Dense patterns in the sky,
They soon become less dense.
I view them through my lenses,
I am alone with my thoughts on a serene night.
April 1, 2026.
We are fragments of endless possibilities in this infinite universe.
We don't die, we transcend.
We change form to be fit to traverse
on a journey without an end.
Complex is the way to understand our true disposition
than in light of gold and toast of wine.
Like an ore heated to undergo purification,
we are constantly polished to be fine.
We are the grasses, the flowers and the trees.
We are the earth, the sky and the waters.
We are the sunshine, the starlight and the breeze.
We are everything that matters.
So break your mirror and be your true nature.
You don't need to shy and hide,
for, in this universe, you are the future.
Break your shell and make your stride.
For, you were created in his own silhouette.
Who he is is somewhat who you are.
Open your mind and try not to forget
that you were made from the finest star.
March 10, 2023
Break The Mirror Poetry Contest (5th place)
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
WHEN SOULS GATHER FOR THE SOUL PURPOSE OF UNION, A BEAUTIFUL THING
HAPPENS. LIFE AS WE KNOW IT BEGINS TO CHANGE FORM AND OUR MINDS
FINALLY GIVE US PERMISSION TO GROW WINGS AND FLY. (breathe)
LIKE A BIRD WHO IS STARTING TO UNDERSTAND THE PURPOSE OF SOARING
AND WHY GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS, WE TOO LEAVE OUR SAFE EARTHLY
BODIES AND MAKE AN ATTEMPT TO CLIMB INTO HIGHER GROUND. (breathe)
WHEN SOULS GATHER TOGETHER TO UNIFY THE LIGHT THAT SHINES WITHIN,
A WONDERFUL THING HAPPENS. WE BECOME LIKE A BUTTERFLY WINGING
TOWARDS THE STAIRCASE OF PLANETARY ASSENSION. WE LEARN TO
LIVE WITH VIBRANCY AND LOVE. (breathe)
WHAT IS THIS NEW ENERGY THAT WE HAVE FOUND ? WE ASK OURSELVES.
THE ANSWER IS SIMPLE. IT IS THE ZEST OF A SOUL THAT HAS BECOME
ENAMOURED WITH THE IDEA OF SOUL UNION . MYSTICISM BECOMES
SIIMPLIFIED AND AS WE DISCOVER THE MYSTERY OF LIFE ITSELF.
(breathe)
WHEN SOULS GATHER FOR THE SOUL PURPOSE OF UNION, A BEAUTIFUL
THING HAPPENS. LIFE BEGINS ANEW, AND THE MOST AMAZING PART
IS THIS is, IT ALL BEGINS WITH YOU. (breathe)
NAMASTE
Realize A Surprise
When reality surfaces and will rise
You may realize quite a surprise
As hands you were washing
Reality decided to pass you by.
From reality you began to escape
As it started to change form and shape
After applying much more dissension
Appeared to be increasing apprehension.
Complete action to remove all doubt
And begin learning what it was about
Check you will check out a new semantic
Was positively related to word pragmatic.
Philosophy began filling complete room
And you should try to avoid all doom
What most people usually will find
Is always best to maintain an open mind.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Sitting here on the beach after a wave
This feeling I have, I often crave
The warmth of the sunshine on my skin
It clears my head, lifts the spirit within
The smell, the sound, the breeze and the sand
It makes me feel part of the land
I decide to lay back on the ground
Close my eyes and hear the sound
Feel the breeze and feel my soul
It is here that I feel whole
I could stay here for hours
I feel the ocean has special powers
The sunshine the sand and the sea
I cant explain the affect it has on me
No matter if my life is tough
If I come here soon enough
My spirit again feels free and wild
A free sprit of a child
We all come from stardust
In this theory I do trust
We are all connected in some way
Even once to rest we lay
One day we will all
Take one last breath turn and fall
Still we will all remain
The stardust from where we became
It makes the sunshine and the sea
Constructing the bodies of you and me
The dust creating the endless ocean
Is the same dust an infinite potion
To reach my end Im not afraid
My body to rest it will be laid
As I will then continue to live on
We never die, we just change form...
Is this a place of solace , a unknown jump into the abyss ?
Do I fear the unknown , it does feel like I am in this alone.
I must confront whatever may lie beneath
If it determines some loss or some sort of Grief
There has always been light in the darkness of my soul
Only to awaken , my spirit will be whole.
All of us face the fear of the abyss,
we all have pain in leaving , something we shall miss.
Death is to be reborn ..Death is important as birth is to Day.
We will all metamorphosis, we all change form in some beautiful way.
If I do greet my Change with fear of Darkness
I will pray for my Angel she will guide me to eternal bliss
I believe she is here now and has never left my side ,
she is inspiring me to write now ..Putting all fears aside .
Maybe death is not so scary at all , it could represent Life , I have not truly lived at all.
This I dedicate to my Consoler Mary , she has become such a inspiration to me in setting me free.
Titanic battle unfold as foreseen and planned
Almost the egg and the chick story ever told
A complex battle and partnership that desecrates
While they flex for supremacy of a land barren
Tomorrow’s temples lie in reckless shambles
Good has never been discredited to high degree
Excellence lost her place in today’s agenda
The dogs have conquered the temple with wild snarls
They gnaw away at the fabrics of the core of life
In a land where Idiocy is the credential that qualifies
Upturned values changing the scope of life
In corruption we allowed mediocrity and wallowed
In fervent prayers for idiocy to change form in time
A nation overwhelmed by real capacity in real tatters
Leaders of the lot confused in their ignorance and shame
Nation under siege on two fronts by identical monsters
Corruption has begot his biggest rival mediocrity
Leadership scripts oozing Mpu na iti (impunity)
Ripple,
Ripple,
Ripple,
A man floats down the river.
Find the answers to your soul,
Discover your hearts desire in the place it all began.
I stare into the eyes of the one I should know better than all.
But I am a stranger in these lands.
I search, search out the words, the question my soul craves.
Why? How?
How can you hate yourself when you are the center?
You give relief to the thirsty, strength to the weak,
You rejuvenate the cracked, the broken.
You brighten all color, and give flavor to the bland.
You resinate life and its many forms.
Your ability to change form to fit the needs of all else and yet you harbor hate?
WHY DO YOU HATE YOURSELF?
But silence.
I see nothing.
These waters have been tainted, mislead, polluted, and defiled.
We wrap ourselves in pain, secrets, and despair like the fathers who've forgotten us.
These broken waters stare back at me,
Unwavering and unknown, eyes cut deep into me,
Its question for me is already known.
Why? Why do you wish to die?
Ripple,
Ripple,
Ripple,
These ripples turn to waves.
Splash.
The answer is clear.
A man floats down the river.
that day my smile
sucked you in,
to places where things
crawl because they are too tall to walk
and yet you stood up,
you stood out
not twisted,
like you always belonged
like that space was carved with you in mind
the mold that fits
the one thing that change form
and yet it stays the same
the comfort
the easiness
pure joy
from that day
it still remains a mystery
whose plot it was to make
me smile
who wanted us to meet
it can never be this easy
to like something so quickly
to feel like you've come home
even though you never left
still feeling that day
still feel you standing tall
as if the mold was made for you...
12/05/2011
Forever young
The wind, the clouds, every ray of molten sunlight
brings us joy and beauty.
This much wonder in every day lifts my spirit,
carries me into the future.
Watching nature tells me that we are wise
when we are born,
that we will be forever young.
This knowledge is in every one of us,
it sweeps our doubts away and lets us live.
People I see smile, the toddlers grin,
and the wizened old man has a twinkle in his eye.
They are the wise ones, old as well as young.
Life teaches us to live.
Don't be afraid to grow older.
It is the law of the universe.
"Energy can only change form, it cannot die."
Who are we to doubt God's wisdom?
God, who shows us how amazing nature
renews itsself continuously,
how there is peace, beauty and wonder,
and only humans create war, crime and racism.
Let nature be your guide.
Enjoy every moment,
and believe in Life.
She was warm in her bed-
The night covered her with shadow and moonlight,
The dream inside her began to grow
For in her thoughts, she hastened to her knight.
He lay sleeping softly, dreamy and warm-
He saw her face and saw it change form,
Now she was a princess of long, long ago,
Vowing to love him, no matter the storm.
These two were dreaming of many, past lives,
Where life for the soul will always survive-
And love for each other will be their great dream,
To find one another, no matter how hard it may seem.
Sometimes friends stay together through many ages,
To learn and to grow is their main goal-
They come together with the help of their sages
As they play on Life's stage, many, many roles.
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