Outside my window, lightening flashes;
Thunder rattles the glass in the window pain;
Dark clouds have turned the day to night
In anticipation of the coming rain.
I kick off my slippers; roll up my pants legs;
Dancing in the rain is my only goal.
Uptight neighbors watch me with disgust
As the rain now cleanses my soul.
Their prying eyes worry me not
I shed all my clothes showing everything that I’ve got.
Let their shrinks come and take me away.
When the sun returns drying me and my world
The soul cleansing comes to an end
I go back inside with nothing to hide
Waiting for it to rain once again.
lust not to rest lain
weeds cleared grow again
and since roots are deep
dreams haunt us in sleep
along love’s locus
we hold firm focus
sensing bliss beat’s chime
from beyond space-time
divine exorcism
cleanses body prism
whence we shine as light
drenched in bliss delight
demons that appear
we no longer fear
since ego is dead
and we’re by God led
we mind not the burn
in mind-body urn
as we so transform
in bliss currents warm
Line of inquiry: “joy, empathy, compassion on an upward arc an effervescence eternal causes bliss ignition to start”
Joy, empathy, compassion rise~
fruits Your Spirit stirs within me,
living waters bubble inside,
cleanses my heart, making it new.
Fruits Your Spirit stirs within me,
joy, empathy, compassion rise~
Your holy breath lifts up my soul,
effervescence from heaven’s light.
Living waters bubble inside,
Grace gives warmth to my humble soul
joy, empathy, compassion rise~
igniting faith the way fire falls.
Cleanses the heart, making it new,
fruits Your spirit stirs within me,
living waters bubble inside~
joy, empathy, compassion rise.
“Snowflakes are winter’s butterflies.” – Unknown
Winter is not always bitter, lifeless and drab
Snow gleams as it blankets and caresses nature
Birds become a vibrant display in reds and blues
A Blue Jay squawks as a cardinal stands ground
Perched on shimmery branches and bird feeders
As their songs warm frigid air with joyous melodies
Trees sleep as their barren branches provide shelter
While ice shimmers in artsy patterns under sunlight
Squirrels busy at feeders, hoarding seeds and nuts
Winds blow snowfall as it cleanses the drab ground
Ducks heard quacking while perching on icy riverbeds
Nature becomes a magical display in winter
P - Peace, a tranquil sea in the soul, a quiet dove’s flight,
L - Love, a gentle fire that warms the heart, a beacon bright,
U - Understanding, a bridge built between minds, a path of light,
M - Mercy, the soft rain that cleanses the earth, a starry night.
Peace blooms in the quiet of a mindful heart’s grace,
Love’s enduring song fills the empty, lonely space,
Understanding’s hand reaches across the human race,
Mercy’s gentle touch leaves a lasting, kind embrace.
In harmony they dance, the world’s most needed four,
P-L-U-M, a symphony we must implore.
(For all the girls in North West Province)
I am Lydenburg's Lily,the fearless,flawless, blinding light at the end of of every cosmic tunnel.
My purity is so potent it cleanses the very soul of the landscape,leaving only sparkling perfection.
I am a pillar of platinum brilliance, making fresh snow seem dirty and dull by comparison. The light of the sun actively tries to hide behind clouds, knowing it cannot compete with my brilliance.
My elegance has it's own gravitational pull, bending the knees and expectations of all who witness me
I am the iconic, the incredible, the immaculate standard by which all beauty is measured.
wherefrom does the I-thought arise
is a deep mystery unknown
which to our Self is a surprise
the cause of ignorance full blown
from pulse single to throb dual
polarised, we feel incomplete
in stillness, love our fuel
magnetised, we are bliss replete
following I-thought to the heart
polarities are one again
befriending silence, a learnt art
that cleanses soul from every stain
We are finite creations in an ever-expanding universe,
Kissed by the calcified stardust of epochs gone by.
Seized by trepidation and insecurities that stagger our growth,
Engrossed by a yearning to fit into societals manufactured boxes
Which consume creativity and individuality.
Incapacitated by force-fed paranoia,
Tormenting our artificially pristine panoramas with mangled wraiths —
Regurgitated pleasantries scribbled upon mass-produced pulp,
Courage stamped out by mass hysteria.
Revolving chains shackle dying hearts turning to stone;
Humanity hardens while heaven becomes further out of reach.
For every action has, even if unintentional, consequences.
We have silenced our own tongues,
Watched in desensitised horror as the world burns,
And now we stand frozen
As the earth cleanses itself of our parasitic invasion.
light of Self beheld, our vision clearer
dwelling in peace, no agenda remains
and as the presence of God draws nearer
divine magnetism cleanses our soul’s stains
freeing us at last from ego borne chains
even though we’re transformed as a bliss mist
habit patterns may perhaps yet exist
which is alright and let God be the judge
whose will we trust, having ceased to resist
responding gently to His slightest nudge
ego the chain we wear, cause of heart’s pain ~
vibrance of innocence cleanses soul’s stain
The older I get the more I grow
It’s apparent to me I do not know
There’s always something to learn
Keep on moving as the world turns
Why are instincts in animals so strong
To thrive and survive and carry on
Yet in some humans who have despair
Suicidal ideation thoughts are there
No one is perfect and minds can be
A source of pain a source of peace
Coloring life’s lenses we silver see
Sifting cleanses setting souls free
Do not forget in your pact with death
You may transfer pain to someone else
You must be certain that you persevere
Despite cherry challenges fuchsia fears
Lift up your spirits with the Holy Ghost
Always near us when we need Him most
pinch of bliss between eyebrows
over time steadily grows
as also at other nodes
on which our presence freeloads
touch of God cleanses soul’s stain
so why would we then complain
at how we metamorphose
whilst poised in tranquil repose
Your song serenades
A whisper, a prayer
Light as a feather
That's breathing fresh air
Clouds can't discern notes
A pitter, a patter
But they mimic your song
Midst raindrop clatter
Like tears from Heaven
A whisper, a prayer
Light as a feather
That cleanses dispair
I longed for it, the release
I wouldn't mind if it rained all day
At least one of us gets to empty ourselves
I can never stop overflowing
I need to step outside and pour out the pain
I'll scream with the sky, and pray the water cleanses me
I'll stretch out my arms, and pound my bare feet into the mud
I'll remember joy, this heart in my chest becoming light , will rattle like a drum
in the soft thunder of a summer storm
I don’t suppose you’ll worry
Till the conflicts on your door
The world wounds are now festering
No longer just a sore.
Lift up your arms to peace my friends
It’s time to make amends
Danger is looming closer
see it through Gods lens
The drivers of this carnage
are fuelled with bitter hate
It’s not just about a country, It’s
the world look at its state!
Love is the power that cleanses hate
Forgiveness breathes in peace
Unite together, bury the grudge
Do it now before it’s too late.
Get on your knees and pray I say
Pray for it all to end
Do not sit by idle, muted
And let evil have its way.
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