all conflicts must be healed by love alone
are the words our exalted master spoke
seems our consciousness we still need to hone
atone as head and heart to God we yoke
for it is now high time that we awoke
so we remind ourself life is a school
where emitting love is the only rule
looking neither backward nor forward in time
fully present in the now in renewal
we rejoice in pulsations of bliss beat’s chime
keeping our eye single in life pulse dual
that thus with fullness in emptiness the norm
with vibrance of God’s magnetism we conform
awestruck how we metamorphose in repose
emitting the love drenched fragrance of a rose
Despues de haber no pensado en ti, tu nombre resuena denuevo en mi corazon
Arde por expresar un emocion ahogdor
En el vacio estoy cuando no estas
pero no es culpa tuya
es culpa mia por fracasar
Ganar tu corazon era mi lio, ahora es tu atencion por lo que debo luchar
Tu precencia en mi corazon a la vez que tu aucencia en mi vida traduce como una traición
Porque te conocí
si tengo que vivir sin ti
Esto es sufrir, por favor regresa los amaneceres pintados con tu color
as the day break hits the curtains, emitting a nice warm orange hue
Semejanza a tu amor.
Quasi-star, Quasimodo, Quasimandias for sure
Eating stars, black holes, and planets, celestialities galore
It's no wonder it's so big with an appetite like that
Galumphing through the universe not caring where it's at
The size of a hundred thousand skies, you go just where you please
The only thing left in your wake won't even raise a breeze
Nature abhors a vacuum and this might just be the model
Of what happens when God himself is leaning on the throttle
Of a cosmic train that's runaway and making it's own tracks
Leaving holes where 'ere it goes, whether white or red or black
They'll be here until the end, where they'll spend their final eons
At the end of which comes something we can't readily agree on
Which is fitting for this splitting and emitting long enduring
A Providential palindrome... as enigmatic as alluring
Contest: Light A Pensee.
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Until needed or called upon, she sits.
Always, like a friend, she waits for you.
Emitting a most precious light;
Glowing and eliminating fright;
Erasing darkness on stormy nights.
The power grid is down, out, and off.
But carrying the weight of power
Is a simple candlelight.
Needing niether battery
Nor electricity. Strick a match,
And away she goes.
She gives a little heat,
But transmits lots of light.
She's movable and dependable.
My wife Marrianne insisted
We’d go to the lighthouse.
We navigated the deadly rocks
As the lighthouse flashed the danger around
Emitting intense beams of light every fifteen seconds.
The full moon shone bright and golden
Its rays flickered o'er the calm sea,
Silvery waves danced to and from the shore
Towards the beaming lighthouse,
Where dolphins danced in mirth yet all was calm.
From afar we heard
The melodious soft music from a cruise liner.
Everywhere we felt great serenity
That we fell asleep, floating peacefully on the calm waves.
We could have had trouble from some volcanic rock,
But from the lighthouse,
A Glastron boat sped towards our craft
And sailors towed us back to safety.
We thanked them profusely and offered a tot of rum.
Placed 4
Impressed upon those desert dunes
that stretch back o'er the years,
my lonely prints hear fading tunes
as sand seals wind-swept fears.
A fervid gust comes whisking past,
disrupting settled pains.
Warmth enwraps my heart at last,
emitting torrid rains.
No fair mirage could conjure this
I taste from deepest springs.
No cactus thorn could pierce this bliss
that hearts at risk can bring.
This arid wasteland starts to thrive
as streams of ardor flow.
No dreams of grace must I contrive
for blooms of love now grow.
A splendor-realm from 'twining roots
has breadth beyond this land
where passion's sky-borne geyser shoots
erupt from burning sand.
A beautiful oasis shines
where barren ground once laid.
A set of footprints now defines
the melody that’s played.
In God’s own land a child arrives with empty mind
where nascent beauty finds a niche,
encased within the frame of intrinsic innocence,
configured as blooming flower of heavenly smile,
that gets splintered by ruthless time’s brunt,
but the credulous mental clarity may last long
while the world around changes fast,
as happened with me.
A gleaming stream gliding in ebullience
flowed with splendor around our home.
On its rippling water passing me by,
I as a child sailed the paper boats
tinged with the rainbow colors.
I imagined my mariner mind sailed
on these to a distant unknown dreamland.
The boats disappeared in the sea of memory,
but those adorable tender moments gone,
live in the twilight hours with my inner child,
trying to envision life suffused with juvenile bliss,
emitting from the fountain of dormant simplicity.
Resting in unknowingness, heart content,
our attention is drawn towards the spine,
conjoined with the heart, which accords consent,
to meld with throb of bliss currents divine.
Tranquility dissolves the taunts of time,
as we look neither ahead nor behind,
remaining transfixed on God’s bliss beat chime,
which releases us from the ego’s bind.
With nothing to attain, we wear no chain,
emitting by day and night, love and light,
flowing like the breeze, our heart free from stain,
koel’s song, epitome of delight.
The womb that holds life, itself does not move ~
All doings are done as God does approve
The spirit world went into spasm,
emitting as it did, a new phantasm,
which pitifully cried and moaned
as a haunting voice intoned,
"I wish that I was protoplasm".
Why was it that the heavenly host
wouldn't give him what he wanted most?
Why did they leave him, oh so sad?
He was such a pleasant lad -
Casper the Friendly Ghost.
Why did Casper do what he did
when he was just a kid?
Kite flying was not his ball of wax,
so he played on the railroad tracks,
which his mom would not forbid.
His mother said, "Go soak your head",
but he played on the tracks instead,
and so, it was all his fault.
His mother took it with a grain of salt,
and now poor Casper's dead.
So, if you see that nice guy, now deceased,
floating from the west or east,
he's travelled many a mile.
So, return his gentle smile.
Don't shrink in fear, just when he needs it least.
Eyes open, arms stretch
Take a deep breath
Knees bend, back straightens
Feet bear the weight, back’s not achin’
Elbows, shoulders all work great
Brain directs the body’s fate…
The world’s alive with me, at my door
Bird’s chirping, cat’s purring on the floor
My window opens to fragrance of lilacs, roses
Sprinklers’ water-jets emitting rainbows
Outside a fawn comes running my way
Squirrels frolic to start the day
Taught not to believe in miracles
I marvel ~ teaching’s all for naught
It shakes the screens of folks all over
The thunder, meanest loudest kind
The moving storm, call it a rover
With crumpled buildings left behind
Not gonna stop, until it’s finished
With shaking lands, perceptions, souls
Until the evil is diminished
And once it’s done achieving goals
We don’t get these very often
The scale is grand and awe superb
When ghoulish grip on humans softens
Though lasting echoes shall reverb
The smoke, the flashes, red and yellow
And booming sound of thunderstorm
It’s full of rage emitting bellow
More like exception than the norm
We watch, we listen, caught by fear
Or maybe joy the thunder brings
So far away, and yet so near
Precursor of so many things
March 5, 2026
The serene evergreen,
Always the same color screen,
Just different shades to be seen,
Green is the common theme,
A healing color scheme,
Branches streaming with activity,
Filling every little cavity,
Dancing with gravity,
There has to be a billion points,
A million joints reaching,
Into the air we're breathing,
Pointy bristles teasing us,
Some pleasing to touch,
Emitting so much energy,
From every extremity,
A remedy for what ails you,
Nature knows what to do,
Forever green in your view,
Proof you can make it through,
The harshest weather too,
If you just keep moving,
Reaching,
Proving you can make it,
Each action groove with the flow,
Blowing through the oxygen,
It's the fuel for the engine,
A billion points begin to open,
Accepting an ocean of energy,
Sending it to every extremity,
The evergreen may hold a remedy,
To the secret of longevity.
Silence………A solemn hush
except
for
insects
running
amongst the jade green grass
and the large invasive vines.
Large cypress trees,
stately and tall,
throw shadows around me
as I wend my way
along the lonely lanes
of moss-covered, musty-smelling tombs
careful not to touch the poison ivy
or admire the wisteria vines.
People do visit here,
for look, bunches of flowers
adorn the place,
emitting scents to try and nullify
the staleness of the resting place.
Headstones obliterated by the wind,
makes me wonder who lies beneath.
Was she beautiful and tall?
Ugly and short?
What does it matter now?
For all I care she could have been
beautiful and short.
But some things do matter
in our personal short earthly time.
All that matters is
what we do with our life.
Death holds no sting, really.
But
don’t
touch
the poison ivy.
“He who is free from attachment and hatred, devoted to the good of all beings, fixed in knowledge and steady shall attain to the supreme state.”
Easy to understand are these words wise,
that free from desire, with love our emote,
detached from outcomes, God we realise,
emitting love and light, as we free float,
as our life toward God-search we devote.
Having understood, we must walk the talk,
gentling touch and resolving not to balk.
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