Egotistic no doubt about it
Moody that cant be denied
Outrageous with all the trimmings
Tempting with thought and word
Inspiring in times of need
Organised well close any way
Noisy, the life of every party.
Scared to reveal your reality
So many emotions tangled tight
We wear them all the time
Some we hide so no one sees
What emotions flow through you today?
I breathe you in
Deep within my soul,
I breathe you in
Until I loose control,
I breathe you in
You make me whole.
“Ballet is a psalm, a form of worship and a sacred dance between the ballerina and God.” quote by prima ballerina, Ann Etgen-Atkinson.
She enters where the soft light waits
and feels its hush draw near her soul
as silence opens her inner gates.
Her *turnout forms a gentle whole,
a yielding shaped by quiet trust
that steadies her in sacred role.
Her center holds a tender must,
a call to rest in God’s soft breath
letting her striving turn to dust.
Her lines extend beyond the death
of fear or haste or earthly claim
leaning toward Love under’eth.
She moves within His whispered Name~
her steps a psalm of lifted flame.
*Turnout in ballet refers to the outward rotation of the legs from the hips, which allows dancers to achieve greater extension and maintain balance during movements. It is a fundamental aspect of ballet technique that enhances the aesthetic quality of the dance. (Source Wikipedia.com)
CONTEMPLATIVE DIMENSIONS-:-
conceived
inscribed
transformed
implicit
scrutinised
AHEAD OF TIME
perpetual
sequenced
impressions
intuitively
transcending
in a DECORATIVE SYMMETRY
ideas
initiated
differentiated
supplement
inspiration
OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW
(Apropos Of An Ironic Juxtaposed Reality)
Ironically,
it’s cheaper to live than die:
Save, self-cremation:-
Even then, you must pay for
The ashes to be cleaned up:-
And don’t forget, the family
Is charged to pay off all debts
That you may have left behind:-
Ironically,
We are born to live and die,
Life, being cheaper:
Funerals are expensive!
It is prophesied that
“Wisdom dwells
In contemplation;
There we must seek her...”
After contemplating a lesson I heard,
I now realize that there is something
That may be called Churchtianiry, and
There is what is known as Christianity:-
Now the first has its focus on what’s called
DINO;
While the other has its focus on what is known as
SHBISTO:-
Acoustically Speaking:
Disciple
In
Name
Only…
&
Serving
Him
Being
In
Service
To
Others…
The DINO’s emphasis is on those who are;
The SHBISTO emphasis is on whose they are:-
Contemplatively:
Be not who you and others think you ought to be;
Rather, be who and whose you know you are:
We are here to love as He loved us as His friends;
We are not here to be in love with only that name
We think we are:
Following the crucifixion and the resurrection, the 12
Had to become whose they were:-
I praise you God for all in which you live,
evolving in creation so diverse.
I meet you Jesus in the Gospel texts
uplifting those whom most of us reject.
I love you Christ through all in whom you dwell,
thankful that in me you also find a home.
Lamenting how mankind has messed up life
I feel remorse. I too have fallen short.
And where your Spirit lives you bear the hurt.
Show me mercy that I may be absolved,
be blessed with grace to grow in faithfulness.
Though my will is weak your narrow way I seek.
Come Holy Spirit be my strength and guide.
Inspire me with your love, your joy, your peace:
- to show your love as I attend to need;
- to share in prayer at night for those in pain;
- to spread your peace in how I speak and act;
- express your joy within relatedness.
As I contemplate the wonders you create,
in which your glory shows for all to praise,
you call us to conserve all loveliness.
God eternal, when at last I'm laid to rest,
rapt within the three-in-one may I be blessed.
Foraging through the firry forest
I came upon roses in the wild,
not the elusive morel I sought,
but roses, pink, mauve, cerise, and scarlet.
They raised their velvety, flushed heads
as if to encourage my caress.
Fragrance, so tantalizing, wafted
as I tenderly stroked their grandeur.
I sat awhile and marveled in them
before continuing on my studied way.
A delightful respite from my mark
that will remain within my memories –
extraordinary elegance
of the uncommon roses in the wild.
I praise you God …
I praise you God for all in which you live.
I seek you Jesus …
I seek you Jesus in the Gospel texts.
I find you Christ …
I find you Christ through all in whom you dwell,
thankful that in me you also find a home.
Lamenting how mankind has messed up life
I feel remorse ...
I feel remorse for I've committed wrong:
and where your Spirit lives you bear the hurt.
Show us mercy …
Show me mercy so I may sense your grace.
Though my will is weak, your narrow Way I seek,
to show your love as I attend to need.
Come Holy Spirit …
Come Holy Spirit be my strength and guide.
Inspire me …
Inspire us with your love, your joy, your peace,
to contemplate...
to contemplate the wonders you create.
God eternal, when at last I'm laid to rest,
rapt within the three-in-one may I be blessed.
As said by the wise ones, wisdom dwells
In contemplation; there we must seek her.
So it is with the musing mind; always seeking
To nourish itself with seeds of guiding wisdom:-
Thus, so it is and must always be when we feed
On thoughts of creation, us, heaven, hell, and earth;
What we think and hope for cannot be divorced
From time and place in ourstory and culture.
Our reality here is not of heaven but of earth’s hell
And our freedom and liberation must be viewed so.
Indeed, heaven is beyond time and space—beyond
Time and history—we are not.
We are fixed in a definite time, history, and culture
As earthy beings and cannot divorce ourselves from
These realities; for perception, rather than conception,
Is the human clue to all our real-life realities.
Liberation never has been nor should ever be allowed
To be a mere fusing concept—an ideology—rather, it is
And always has been, a well-strategized perceived process:
Fought for and won. Indeed, to be or not to be, it can never
Be a question of; on the contrary, it’s always an answered reality.
Contemplative moment
Late October if has rained but stopped
the town is green air mild and gentle, but no jubilation
no flowers grow.
Seed slumbers in the soil.
The mules in the field look pensive, sad too they are of no use anymore
the farmers keep some as they make the landscape rustic.
Who loved a tractor painted blue?
The harvest of this year done; sheep sheared look naked
as they graze under olive trees.
I can see it in the eyes of all living things: Melancholy.
Will we be here next year?
under
the bright sunshine
of innate contemplative serenity
let gentle waves flow from the ocean
of words—kissing the shores of mind—frothing
it with quiet bursting bubbles of whispering peace—
completing mission purpose—moisturizing
the cranial atmosphere—with imaging
euphoric bliss…blowing the mind…
now let
the mind’s ears
hear the vibing
rhythmic beat
of your heart pumping
the melodic flow of intrinsic
love energizing you in your labors
of love as an instrument the creator’s
peace and a perpetuator of his divine love—
serving him—enabling others to splash onto the
waiting shores frothing with the healing of their needs…
If walls could talk
What would Keats or Wilde’s walls say?
Or Lenin or Lennon’s?
Or the walls of a pub
A prison or a morgue?
Ah, but now walls do speak
Your walls
Our home is in the ether
We are immortal
The needs for our feeds
Your walls will talk forever
Your rants
Your memes
Your poems
Your cat pictures with laser dots
That plate of lasagne
Who you like
And who you hate
They will live forever
You will live forever
In the ether
In distant lands which stretch & bind
One can appease the inner swell in their mind
Through dusk to its break away in dawn
We have planted our seeds now lets sing a happy song
A heart with pure lasting sentiment lost in plight
The contemplative takes off on some flight
To rest among the ashes falsely scattered in the night
To sound the chime in respect to solace
The switch at the side of the door left unaided latch
The contemplative...
A deep resounding reflective look by which to ponder its scope
Among the all consuming twisted weeds & thorns to cope
Yet still brandished by its complex chastening
The rudimentary journey for the contemplative...
A seed of joy springs through its sprinkled rudimentary equation
The contemplative is arranged in a quaint yet vast excursion
The thought of laughter in the face of pain
In line toward singing outside in the rain
The contemplative reflects...
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