~JOYOUS LOVE
Father, Father, Father
endow unto me
Grant me thy favor
so that I may jubilee
joyous love
from above
Father God rain down
on and unto me
Joyously we receive
Abundant grace, favor
Great is the Kingdom
My Father has a room for me
For I return unto Him rebirth
and blessed
Joyous love
from above
I receive from my Father above
Joyous love
8/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
intermediate truths will do for now
involving dissolution of ego
staid stillness reveals what mind cannot know
by direct touch, God wisdom does endow
kundalini rises if we allow
whence sailing in the boat which God does row
spirit repays debts of love which we owe
clear sight’s bestowed when to His will we bow
ego vaporises yet we remain
we as living light dissolve in God’s heart
both immanent as also transcendent
we see soul’s journey has not been in vain
as pure awareness, we add love to cart
living light eternal, bliss resplendent
Come, loved one... stay sunlit grand
Let birdsongs from those lips croon to me,
Of radiant morns holding your blooms
And leaves aglow winging carefree ,
These lustrous scenes...gifts of revelry.
Lady, Lay...endow air with languid tunes
These hands brimming with flowers
While charmed presence speak of magic ...
Your enchantment flaming my hours
Till cloudscape fondle us with late showers.
All through seasons, dance me tenderly
Dare not vanish, trail off, or depart;
These springtime dreams are nestled
All through weaves of my mesmerized heart,
Awaiting your bridal nod ...from the start.
Then when life's greyish clouds billow
Tousling remnants of our younger days--
Will you caress and shake off my tears ?
I'll race us into old twilight's grace
If only to meet our lasting embrace.
breath by breath as we are reborn
we sense soul’s vibrance stretch and yawn
there is nothing we need to do
watching the pulse of bliss renew
kundalini does so endow
grace divine in staid stillness slow
each hue’s new, like the morning dew
watching the pulse of bliss renew
space flickers and time holds its breath
when we imbibe love’s healing meth
with each breath we begin anew
watching the pulse of bliss renew
in the vast void, we are self-taught
becoming the flame which we sought
no life puzzles remain to sew
watching the pulse of bliss renew
Life is a constant oscillation between the sharp horns of dilemmas.
~ Henry Louis Mencken
Who cares if I but die today
or a day after, for all I care,
There's nothing else to do or say
No thoughts to write or share…
Why would I linger on in despair?
So let me live my last days my way
To drink, dance, cheat, steal or lie,
You are welcome to join, if you may,
I'll feast and frolic, least worried to die
drinking wine, whiskey, rum and rye.
If I do none but good deeds and pray,
Will you guarantee heaven when I die?
I'll be honest and walk a straight way
On the words of the Lord I shall rely…
Will I then in Paradise blissfully lie?
Oh, I am aware about the afterlife,
I rather enjoy this life here and now
Neither heaven I crave nor eternal life
Unless you wanna go first somehow
Verify this place with joys did endow.
Caressed by a gentle breeze, we’re at ease,
fully present in the eternal now,
where all we do is embrace and release,
God-graced sensory inputs that endow.
We get to the source without use of force,
regulating neither breath nor our thoughts,
feeling bliss magnetism charter its course,
having no urge within to join the dots.
Suffused with cool heat, which is now the norm,
in truth there is nothing for us to do,
save remaining centred in this bliss storm,
wherein each rapture spasm is felt as new.
Strewn with rose petals, we walk the bliss path,
each moment in time, a holy sabbath.
So messed up
Did things
I now regret
Things I can't mention
Putting me under tension
Steadily stealing my attention.
I wish I knew better
I would have done better
I wish I can ease on me
Without dismay
It comes like nemesis
Steady worrying
My peace of mind
Leaving me vulnerable.
What you love
Others might hate
People live and die,
For what they love and believe in
Done things, that made me
Lost family and others trust
Oh God revive, show mercy and endow me again.
What’s a cure for longing now
Can it be the same
Notes of silence that endow
With a waiting game
You refuse to recognize
Anything you knew
Till it doesn’t come like lies
You won't know it’s true
Wait for more, for what is sought
Like you did before
Till you realize you’ve got
All you’ve been waiting for
What to do it you’re not here
In this apperception
Pain subdued, so dream is near
Never mind deception.
The grown Dove searches for mud
to disparage its mother
who granted them this pure white.
Lord endow me with divine purpose,
help dry this dirt on the earth
a brown ocean, swelling, percolating.
A window pane snaps from the pressure
I remember the day I was born.
I weep, I weep, I weep.
A bird scurries ‘round my neck
it is a little pigeon
it will serve no purpose;
it suffers a century of burden,
the weight of its child.
It weeps, it weeps, it weeps.
it has bore too many
Beautiful, fecund, yet meaningless;
its children will be born in mud.
Emotional authenticity "Tears flow";
So vulnerability"Sadness pours down";
As contrast "Heaven's lights, darkness nights";
Mine catharsis"Cleaning your eyes";
So emotional spectrum:"Sadness and joy;
Endow follow emotional expression;
Soul acknowledge vulnerability;
I find solace in emotional release;
"Tears fall like rain, cleansing soul;
Emotions raw, heart made whole;
In darkness and light, feelings flow,
Tears, a language, only heart can know;
And shiny is the sounds verizons;
Blue and Gray is the atmosphere;
hitting me gloomy horizon;
Sadness come pours down rain from my head...
Tears
Flowing tears falls like rain
Even in Heaven's lights darkness nights sadness and joy the tears flow
Just cleaning your eyes
Tears
Flow
11/24/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Inspiring references scriptures:
Psalm 56:8: "Record my lament."
-Psalm 30:5: "Weeping may stay, joy comes."
-Romans 12:15: "Mourn with those who mourn"
Ramana the sage, paused to ask,
who are we behind ego’s mask,
as that that does not come and go,
light of Self, found in stillness slow?
Bound head to foot in life’s circus,
theories proposed serve no purpose;
until we see, how can we know,
light of Self, found in stillness slow?
The sun shines equally on all,
thus false are fables of man’s fall,
so we rest and let God endow,
light of Self, found in stillness slow.
Listen to the deep stillness here,
Feel the inner astronaut glide;
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.
Relax into that mystic sphere,
Smell the fragrance of time and tide;
Listen to the deep stillness here.
Commune with the sacred touch dear,
Heed the inner child by your side;
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.
Attune to love that sparkles clear,
Choice of poise frames voice in joy ride;
Listen to the deep stillness here.
Discern the way true love endears,
Come to know truth that humbles pride;
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.
Endow your precious wholesome sphere,
Live from the heart where love abides;
Listen to the deep stillness here,
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.
NOW, HEARING the silence as it DIES and FEARING the CRIES from the beach.
In the blistering SUN, I grip my GUN, help does ENDOW, as allies are landing.
Wind BLOWING as grenades explode, sand GLOWING, prayers beseech.
TAUGHT to HATE, FOUGHT in a foreign LAND, bullets don’t ABATE, they’re flying.
All that remains, to be FOUND in the SAND, a burial GROUND, demanding.
A barrage of armament passed my HEAD, a scene only to DREAD, death defying.
Taking PART, one can only REGRET, he thinks, better YET, and will be sighing.
Man’s own HEART, the hand of FATE, all too LATE, only a few still standing.
Suppose they gave a WAR and no one came or ever SAW, no one to fear dying.
The nameless and formless-
endow me with enough strength
to deal with this ‘self’
To keep my eyes open always
For seeing myself,
To hold my thoughts
like heart-holds breath
To watch my deeds,
To listen to my words
To make me see the darkness
However scary it is,
To bless me with honesty,
for you, me, and them
Each passing moment
May I sing your hymn,
In all the pain and tickles,
There be smile and shine.
I dread thee soul.
The bold it rows,
Perchance, A mistake.
I see yee soul.
The form it takes,
It appears to be...of a lake.
A lake to all, that i endow,
To all of which, that i do wish.
Maybe you are...indeed,
For me the lake.
For i know yee soul,
The woo's it gives,
Its epistemology,
Knitting me,
Making me, myself...
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