EPITOME OF EMPTINESS-:-
sanguine
sensitivity
tutelar
effulgence
esoteric
in SENILE SENTINENCE
ambiguous
vacuity
configured
wondering
inexorably
in TWILIGHT TERRAIN
evanescent
moments
epitomized
nothingness
nestled
EPITOME OF EMPTINESS
essence
of
sunburst
spectrum
&
moon-masked
night
argentine
unfurls
buds
of
destiny
designs
petals
of
perfection
of
floral
enticement
unfolding
existential
elegance
esoteric
until
withering
in
vacuity
unaware
of
ordained
beckon
waiting
in
silence
where
I walk
final
mile
merging
with
nothingness
indeterminate
yet
embedded
in
reality
inexorable
of
twilight
turning
to
eternity
for
soul
sated
&
adrift
in
ecstasy
to
anchorage
configured
as
epitome
of
emptiness
embracing
unquestionable love is the origin of perpetual virtue..
love is like ... an odorous morn, which floods our soul
Lest the eyes see,
The crystal drops in me.
How long can I be
Like a narra tree?
Lest the ears can hear,
The whispers in me.
How is it near
Like the waves of sea?
Lest the lips can speak,
The words in mind I keep.
How is it I'm weak,
I can't stand on my feet?
Though mine eyes can't see,
Ears can't hear,
Lips can't speak,
All amongst me;
There's one Above
Who knows my heart within!
The heart thus sees,
And hears, and speaks...
Hope in faith begins.
The illuminate , ineffable
Spring walks triumphantly
It's imbued with valiant,
unwavering steps.
It's bedecked with the boundless,
unfailing Love and Truth
Peaceful, euphoric butterflies
radiate from the rainbow ,
towering hills.
The fated spring of the hillock
dwells in the realm of abiding Beauty,
down
the desiccated spine
of
the sepia valley
scouring
the serrated slopes
of the jagged rocks
you disappeared
like a swan
serenading
on the last lap
of
furtive flight
with winsome wings
of
raptured rhythm
harmonized
with
the summer breeze
rippling
through the still shadow
of silence
sequestered
in the thicket
mid-summer rains
poured
from cloudburst sky
flowed
in the vivacious valley
with the current
of charismatic torrent
cascading dulcet
down
the sculpted face
of
the rock cliff
reclined
forming a lively lattice
of animated
waterfall
of designed figure
where
in an imagery
ingrained
in fantasy
I saw you return
an angel
of fluid flair
framed
as epitome
of elegance
ethereal
You cursed a girl to die at the age of sixteen,
Yet you also gave Life to a girl suffering in her teens,
You cursed a girl to die at her own home,
Yet you blessed the other who could now stay permanently-
-In the Prince's home.
You are both Good and Evil,
And become both Mother and a Devil,
On one hand you save a girl suffering from her step-mother,
While you also make a girl suffer for no fault of hers or her mother.
I have both my opinions on you,
And see you with both Hope and Despair,
You must do more Good on others too,
Even with your cold and evil stare.
The closest in her is the wind that embraces her;
Her eyes shrew visions of her inner beauty;
Basking in the covers of her Father's robe;
Coming together tween His agape love;
Caress me dear, come closer, come here;
Be ever touching, reaching up out your vessel;
Let the world know you ain't no type of lessen;
Alas! dear heart, mine love you are the epitome of love;
11/28/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Nobody feels good
When you're stuck
In the illusion of a certain one.
Efforts and hard work
Are in our hands
Success is in God's hands.
You'll soon receive a blessing
For which so long you prayed
To God, you waited and stayed.
He stepped forward
-Invisible
Slowly dissipated in rhythm with word
She looked around
Searching for a plausible cause
An overly pronounced Ahh
punctuating his appearance
A wry smile trundled across his lips
-there is power in words
and I am Float
and you are Epitome
Someone has stolen a word
and we need you to find it
The only problem no one knows what it is….
Why float, a look of question frowning on her face
I created it-he replied it’s actually my first one
He carried on
We have three days
By that time you need to choose
Choose.choose what, she asked
The words you need on your quest
Courage has volunteered
We can’t find fear
and Whimsy is chasing a butterfly in a field
With empty capacious containers
the living entities
arrive arrogant
and depart desolate,
in between turn into
greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortune,
getting sucked spellbound
within abyss of temptation.
In the inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare
laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining,
but in blooming love
it can sparkle sublime
with the patina of penchant.
The chase of mirage
in the deceptive ego desert
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance
with sandstorm trajectory,
but the squall of strife
over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in the inner space
of latent love configured
in the conceded cauldron
of self-less surrender.
In the blazing realm
of connived conflict
sane senses of sobriety
turn into cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from love fountain
with divine flamboyance
douses the fire of disdain
and
with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent
epitome of existence.
when God has much empathy
Epiphany an epitome
of a symphony
In the heart of every soul,
There lies a desire to be whole;
To break free from all bondage,
And soar to heights beyond the edge.
The epitome of freedom,
Is the dream we all seek;
A life filled with joy and happiness,
Where our spirits can forever speak.
With every breath we take,
We crave the taste of liberty;
To dance in the open fields,
And feel the wind on our skin, wild and free.
The chains that once held us down,
We break with our own hands;
The fears that once made us cower,
We conquer with our own strength.
For in the end, it is we who hold the key,
To unlock the doors of our minds;
And unlock the chains that held us back,
And to freedom forever bind.
So let us all strive to be,
The epitome of freedom we seek;
To live a life that's truly free,
And in our souls never grow weak.
There is nothing lovelier, to me,
Than the verdant beauty of a tree
Dressed in spring and summer's finery.
Her charms grow languid and more lush
When fall's caresses make her blush.
And still I find her passing fair
When cruel winter frosts the air,
Winds his wanton fingers through her hair
And strips her leaves and leaves her bare.
She feels no shame or hides her face
And needs no poet to plead her case.
It's Nature's plan she must embrace
And wait for spring with dignity and grace.
And so remains the tree, to me,
Of beauty the epitome.
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