“A heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I AM that dwelling in inbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
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We are that we are that we might align as God’s designed, divine
boned souls; therefore, I am that I am that I might become all that
Spirit deems my possibilities to don and grow from.
As golden light inside earthly flesh status and matters, I densely
stumble through life’s living maze to either be conquered and
triumphant, or conquered and redundant. Only when confined
do most seek to break out and realize the divine tools we all
possess in the recesses of the ‘I am’ we are.
I am my soul’s potential of light, love and joy thus existential
credentials are essential for realizations of my nature. Intuitive
insight pulses layers of intoxicating rushes that inform and
discern the terms of who I am now and endowed to further be.
Our World
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Our world, comprised of differing blends
of silence and activity
among strangers and friends,
who practice in our domes
to smooth and to mend
rough edges and splintered ends,
offer a twice daily blessing
for who do, and who do not,
cling to the Lord's breast,
(we yoke ourselves to a life that Living Itself deems best)
with a grip that grows stronger every day
When mortal man with finite mind
presume God’s essence to unwind
He finds mysteries too profound
and truths which his logic confounds.
The God who made the galaxies
stooped low to die on Calvary.
And he whose might is infinite,
as man would pass through infancy.
He taught us that the weak are strong
And that true strength must endure wrong.
The rich are poor, the poor are rich
What men thought wise, His wisdom switched.
To live with Him, a man must die.
Who wins sin’s fight must sigh and cry.
To win the crown, a man must yield,
and fight sin’s fight, with faith as shield.
The wisest men, God deems them fools
The truly wise are those He schools.
Salvation’s plan, wise men despise
God’s ways are foolish in their eyes.
If man, by searching, God can find
Then he’ll make God after his kind.
God has revealed Himself to man
through salvation’s contrarian plan.
Humble yourself, proud, mortal man
God was there before time began.
If you desire to be wise
Let His Spirit open your eyes.
Then God’s true nature, you will see,
His boundless love for you and me
The glory beaming from His face
Both seen in His amazing grace.
Entranced by the feeling that nature is a scintillating show,
I’m enraptured for I feel my vision kaleidoscope is a metaphor,
where cloud clumps are cotton convoy of floating fleet
in the endless expanse where the cobalt sky is a void sea.
I hear the rhapsodic refrain of leaves as autumn is a concerto,
where fall is a melody rippling with attuned rustle of rejoice,
for, each leaf is a feather with farewell scripted in ink of gold.
Crisp air flows on meadow where grass is slender cinnamon,
shining in morn’s glow it deems the diamond dew is its diadem.
Looking through the soul’s eye, all seen as one,
ego deems enlightenment is attained,
since awareness is from ego unchained
and no stories by lower mind are spun
but since flame of love shines not like the sun,
God’s light that lights all lights, not yet ingrained,
in truth the neophyte’s heart is still stained,
needing self-appraisal to come undone.
If Holy Spirit has not yet touched form,
the soul here now cannot metamorphose,
bereft of love, knowing not bliss delight,
sublime elixir, that stills every storm,
ensuring breath by breath, love and light grows,
transforming body-mind as living light.
Treading lightly on one’s dreams,
Is not the faintest way to be.
Cardinal images it seems:
Treading lightly on one’s dreams,
Pictures of Splendor it deems,
Loves’s veil has not fallen yet.
Treading lightly on one’s dreams,
Is not the faintest way to be.
Twinkles
from stars above
playing a lullaby
to life's themes and schemes, as it deems.
sweet dreams
Maybe
life is a dream
but in our illusion
We find it all too real, enjoy
the dream
MENTAL HEALTH ALONE
Once a party of aloneness;
Group together, with confinement;
Shatter for ego, trip, bliss;
The truth of the matter containment;
His selfishness
Construed mental health
Other diagnosis identifying
Step by step opinions, qualifying
Who deems alone a sickness?
soul ?
ALONE
1/12/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Into the patterned tile and out the swirl,
So does my conviction spiral,
Towards the sun-twinkled edge,
Warmer and warmer do the eyes burn,
Where I can't trace with the tongue.
From behind to beside to opposite you,
So is the path of my conviction,
As you evolve only in perspective,
It is still you I am fixated on,
But your stasis deems me strange.
Away from the center, towards the edge,
There is the dome of my conviction,
The wind on your shawl waves me away,
And when I reach for it's familiar fringe,
My hands come away bloodied.
I'm in the Pursuit of Peace;
Elohim my Father's release;
I have a right to live;
Humanity mainly takes not give;
I live because of God in Christ;
Fundamental choices our rights;
Regardless of my race, sex, nationality;
Basic formidable fundamentally;
Freedoms to have my own spot on Earth;
No man deems my worth;
Equally to everyone protected;
From unequivocal mistreatment;
No matter who you are,
We are all children of God
Good or bad, rich, poor choices;
Are to be pleasured diverse verses;
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Direct choices, divine grace surely hails;
Human rights and pursuit of peace avails;
The lustrous perfume bottle
avec neck spritzer and bottom caudal
With hexing brio it holds her captive
Pure rapture is sexually attractive
A woman’s torso a glass statuette
dressed in a golden chic corset
An old hippy scarf suspends on the wall
Her ‘Eau De Joy’ is kitschy after all
Shimmies into mid-calf western boots
She rifles through sequined body suits
Last touches of an aromatic scent
she deems the fragrance extravagant
Lurid lemon zest smacks of old school
Blithely vivacious leads them a drool
Juicy sweet notes from cleavage to chin
A whirlwind of hazy mist he’s in
Wild at heart with beats that throttle
A burning desire from a perfume bottle
Among the virtues, one stands tall,
God exalts it above them all.
Those who profess to walk with God,
But lacks this trait, He deems a fraud.
When Christ upon a cross was hung,
heaven’s love song to man was sung.
God shared His heart; He made it bare,
revealed to us how much He cares.
Patience, perseverance, and hope,
when facing stress they help us cope.
Wisdom, fortitude, and courage
are valued traits in every age.
Humility, prudence, and faith
are traits that made the sages great.
Generosity and kindness
are traits of those who have God’s mind.
Compassion, respect, and justice
are worthy traits that foster trust.
Both temperance and self-control
are worthwhile traits to set as goals.
Assertiveness and diligence
are traits of those who high-posts fill.
Forgiveness is a trait of those
who truly God's forgiveness knows.
Both modesty and chastity
are traits that today seem passé,
yet, none among the noble traits,
the passage of time will outdate.
“God is love”, the Bible says,
and those who love, God homage pays.
So, Paul was right when he did state,
of the traits, “love is the greatest”
Oh, what shall be my contribution
To the Temple of my King?
When I ascend His holy mountain
What right tribute could I bring?
What present would my Lord desire?
What might serve His kingdom plan?
See, He is a consuming fire
Can we meet? By grace we can!
What goodness could I ever give Him?
How shall I approach my Lord?
I never could deserve to see Him
Ne’er could I His grace afford
Is Yahweh pleased with streams of oil?
With ten thousand fatted rams?
How shall I prove that I am loyal?
Humbly guarding His commands
Yes, He has shown what He deems proper
Blood-cleansed hands; a firm, pure heart
A life of trust in my good Father
Was His purpose from the start
I climb His mount with joy and singing
With a heart to volunteer
Surrender is what I am bringing
As He calls me to come near
It's criminal what women'll do
to keep a man down on the farm
shed false tears strategy I fear
pull the wool turn on the charm
smiling all the while
trap him wrap him twist him
round her little finger
and insist it seems
should he linger longer than
appropriate she deems
for him to appreciate
'til he's tongue-tied up in knots
with all those forget-me-nots
keeping her the centre of his attention
not to mention the apple of his eye
starting with Eve it's now a far cry
from his ambition ever coming to fruition
should he cave in and comply
When we say, ‘I am’, our hand goes to the heart,
signalling it represents seat of our soul,
which drenched in God’s love deems no one as apart.
To open the heart is our very first goal,
without which in truth soul’s life quest cannot start
but the problem is, ego is in control
and so animal instincts as yet prevail,
with thoughts orbiting dark desires that assail.
The heart is all love and love employs no force,
so it’s only by free will that we can choose,
to make our touch gentle and change our life’s course,
heeding voice of conscience, repaying our dues,
atoning in silence and feeling remorse,
praying like a child till love begins to ooze.
Heart is the centre of our chakras seven;
God dwells deep within, so take it as heaven.
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