On one Holy Night
An Inn Keeper was experiencing a very thriving business
King Herod demonstrated his selfishness and his evilness
Joseph and Mary found no comfortable accommodations
On One Holy Night
The bright shinning star was obedient to God
The wisemen were focused and determined
The religious leaders knew the Scriptures
On One Holy Night
The angels were joyfully communicating God's message
to the world; And the shepherds were obedient and
convinced as they became carriers of good news
he was taught to ignore his feelings
they are not important
you will be weak if you show them
keep them to yourself
nobody cares
the therapist was overwhelmed
her job is to get clients on a feeling level
his resistance was resolute
in ten sessions he had not slipped once
not smiled, not laughed, not demonstrated any humanity
nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares, going through his mind
He spent his life feeling alone and unappreciated
died young and alone
caused by the stress of knowing
that nobody cared
and his feelings were not important
Spring, the most beloved flower,
golden glow of our lives
philosopher's stone of pure essence
exponential fulcrum of exuberance
happiness demonstrated in grandeur
living humanity that impresses
natural love that moves!
When first I went ten-pin bowling
was in a league of my own
tho' hot to trot my score was shot
splits and gutterballs set the tone
my opponent bowled professionally
outclassed before I'd begun
she demonstrated then remonstrated
“It's not 'only a game' to some!”
tho' bet my set I'd met my match
when playing each frame for a round
looked like I'm paying heard me saying
"The next one's on me, I'll be bound."
with a spin a difficult situation
unlikely to escape she placed me in
and looking down the lane found myself
once more behind the eight pin
your sweet ways
your welcoming smile
your loving gaze
your soothing voice
your demonstrated pleasure
are my treasures of love
dear Lord
as i think of the empty cross
and the empty grave
i am thankful for the life you gave
to make us complete
to make us whole
for me you gave your all
in my place you took the fall
a sacrifice so that we may live
a life of abundance that you give
even through our pains and sufferings
you are still there
you make us strong
you make us brave
thank you for
the life that you gave.
New International Version
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full
Jesus did not just talk about love, He demonstrated His mercy and compassion by suffering and surrendering His life so that we could live.
Amen
2025.1.31
Third and final formal celebration day.
Three main days of CNY,
Have peacefully enjoyed by many Chinese.
The affluent people will continue
Celebrate upto 14 days.
The red packets, AngPao or lixi
Will be given out to friends and distance relatives.
I had given two to BB,
I believe he is single and still available.
This Sunday, the Lions dances
Will be demonstrated in the Melbourne CBD.
The Fortune tellers, palm readers, caligraphor,
And many others will be there,
The traditional New Year Chinese songs and dances
Are the entertainments of the event.
Arts and Crafts, food and drinks
Will be available for people to gain energy.
Happy Chinese New Year.
May everyone be safe, happy, healthy and has lot of money in the year of Snake.
A glad day
the morning started badly at breakfast when she reminded me, I had a doctor’s appointment at four in the afternoon
Breakfast was ruined, at lunch, I ate a little fretted about the storm and the rain I can’t possibly go out, drive in this weather, or risk getting a cold; we took a taxi.
The waiting time at the hospital took half an hour, when my name was called, I froze in terror, the way my dog used to when she needed a bath
I needn’t have worried, good news all the way The doctor also said I looked like a Viking, this pleased me so much, full of myself, I got up and demonstrated the exercises I do in the morning. I got my longed-for applause
Quantum Superposition
”A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.”
we know now that light is
both a particle and a wave
as ethereal vibrations
omnipresent in enigmatic space
both the light of the sun
as also the light that lights the sun
let us look at bilocation
demonstrated by many a saint
to name a few ~ Padre Pio, Ananamayi Ma,
Jesus, Sri Yukteshwar Giri, Neem Karoli Baba …
why then is our consciousness limited
containerised by mind and senses five
when it is vividly clear and self-evident
that our true Self is absolute
who dwells in the potent pause
of polarity interchange
at each half-breath and betwixt heartbeats
or between two thought trains
where lies fulcrum of awareness
is it in the head, the heart or in the void
allowing pristine silence to engulf stillness
truth of the noumena is known
beheld in plain sight as flickers in space
being both immanent and transcendent
My thoughts take a tour
and marvel at the creator’s power
a tiny piece of flesh,
filled with arteries and veins
big on love, its headquarters,
Agape and all others demonstrated through here
experiencing pain every now and then,
feelings pick fights inside of me each day
true healing also starts from within,
I stay intact even when I am hurt and I bleed
Inflicted wounds no one sees,
Sometimes prone to disease
The seat of kindness
Where empathy and compassion meet with less vileness
Emotion’s bedrock, where they flare and soar high,
the engine of life
only calmed by inhaling and exhaling,
a function I carry naturally, no need explaining
While haters want to possess me,
with a desire to avenge and seek revenge,
causing me pain.
Pressure is unhealthy
Please don’t take me hostage,
allow me do what I do best, love
with no approval
I beat for all
Let me work at a pace I set
the reality you must accept
If I ever go down
know you all are done.
I write again because I have a reason to write and I have time. But given all the times in the world and all reasons to write, my webpage would be flooding with prose and poems.
Don't insult your intelligence by judging and measuring that of others.
Go home and sleep than paying all night all day for illogical suspicion. Or you'll be wasting time and effort.
There is no way you can prove that one is thieving words by just suspicion, unless you ask him to demonstrate personally his skill in front of you.
One can't just accuse someone of thieving words because the skill behind its making can't just be demonstrated, so with the meaning of the work. Only the real maker can explain its real meaning...
If you should ask me to explain the meaning of every work of mine, I'll be glad to explain them individually, and if there is a legal contest about them. If you think you have legal reason to question the authorship of my works, go to proper forum and I shall be glad to meet you there. If you claim that my work are yours, you must be able to explain their meaning in details...
The woman is a master...
and she shows herself in sensuality...
is demonstrated in the mouth
when she kisses...
II
The cunning man
hides in caramel
and wait for the moment
to unveil his secret...!
A hands-on workshop was such fun
In Montreal today.
We made real bagels, all from scratch
In a yummy, local way.
Our teacher made us feel at home
(Makes sense - he lives there, too!)
As, patiently, he demonstrated
What we had to do.
Eleven of us washed our hands
And tied our aprons on,
Then measured the ingredients
And mixed ‘til they were gone.
We kneaded and then shaped the dough
With Will to supervise,
Then watched them boil and added seeds
And, much to our surprise,
We made delicious bagels
And our group felt really proud!
As a born and bred New Yorker,
I was thrilled and also wowed.
If you visit Montreal, make sure
You find Will’s class and go
For a wonderful experience
That will delight you so!
If it wasn't for poetry
How would we, secret agents,
Communicate without blundering
By not letting our thoughts turn into
Revelations which might cause mass panic?
If it wasn't for poetry
How would we play with colours and numbers,
With pictures and symbols
Communicating in a language only we can understand,
Demonstrated solely by the deep and honest depths
Of our eyes as we look at each other
Keeping a safe distance
Yet holding hands together with our beating hearts?
If it wasn't for poetry
We, secret agents guarding the treasures of life
Would bloom not into angels of the divine
Having as main duty,
The keepsake of the blinded humankind
Who take the blessings of life for granted
Caring not to see and to hear the universe as it sings!
Questions I often questioned myself, It's not a lack of one's faith
yet it's the concerns and matters demonstrated by accounts from
people. Questions
I often interrogate myself about who, what, when, where, why, and how.
Uncertainties, hesitations, battles how I was dealt the hands of these
cards. Questions
No, I'm not standoffish, hostile, or even antagonistic I'm safeguarding
and waterproofing my mental state of mind from people, places and
situations. Questions
Alternatives, routes are taken to turn back from dark alleys, friendly
faces lurking to bring naught to dim one's light. Questions
Acceptance of oneself character healing on a daily journey in nature
of self importance attentively. Questions
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