OCEAN
I wake up everyday on the shore of a great ocean
I stand on the edge of the ocean as
the waves come up and crash against me.
I stand there everyday without fail
And, without fail, the waves come.
Sometimes there are small ones
Sometimes there are fun, medium
Size ones that I play in and
Sometimes there are giant ones that
Come and knock me down.
But I know that even the largest of
Them will all return to the depths.
I do not resist.
The depths are the source for all these waves,
But I never see these depths.
I only see the ones that are crashing
Against me here on the edge.
I do know, for certain, that every wave,
Without fail, returns.
The ocean is vast.
I only know about the waves
On the very smallest edge.
Beyond these, is the source.
My destination
LAKE
I want to rent a house on a lake
I want it to be quiet, a simple house,
But
I want it to have a dock and maybe a
Rowboat or canoe. Either is OK.
I don’t want there to be any motors,
Or a busy lake
I want to be able to jump into the lake
And swim under the water and look up
and see the light coming through the water
I want to see a spider walk on the
Surface of the water.
Just because they can
Oh, there will be a little fish darting.
And I want to
Just swim around where it’s a little murky,
And I’ll see just a flash of their lives.
At night I can go out in the boat
And listen to the Silence.
Maybe some bats fly by
Hopefully, it will be cloudless
And the sky will be full of stars
That is my wish
There’s an isle in the sky,
up there,
above the celestial vault,
beyond
the stars and clouds.
A sacred and pristine place,
explored by few,
unshakeable in its peace it stays,
patiently waiting
for the pioneers of the New World,
the ones brave enough
to go further than the skyline
of the “already known”;
the ones equipped with a foresight
that goes beyond
their own earthly eyes;
the fellows who dare to challenge
the passage of time
and call themselves "New Paradise”,
reaching the top of the sky
while still being alive.
Bliss bubbles speak to us and heart understands,
forging with God’s creation a loving bond,
treading mindfully, as consciousness expands,
emotes of love being the way we respond.
The light of Self within is where we’re centred,
portal to heaven through which our soul entered,
wherein fixated remains our firm focus,
frolicking thus with joy, along love’s locus.
Joy, a fairy tale but was not always so,
in days when we believed we are body-mind
and since the truth of our Self we did not know,
we regret wasted days from love misaligned.
In our yesteryears, we nurtured lust and rage,
our thoughts narrow, easily taking umbrage,
ignorance our fault line, which we didn’t dispel,
being captive to our wayward ego’s spell.
Thoughts are Swirling,
Wind is whirring,
Birds chirping,
Swarming.
The clouds are forming,.
I'm brainstorming,
There's a storm warning.
Lightning and Thunder,
Come to uncover,
Another wonder.
New concepts to ponder.
As I wander,
Through Possibilities,
Lying dormant within me.
Light flashing excitedly,
Waiting for me to see,
The Energies before me.
Thunder rumbles the Ground,
Crashing sounds,
Toss my thoughts around.
Existence and Reality,
How did I come to be,
Is something molding me?
Holding A Key,
I unlock the door.
Beginning to Explore,
More and more,
Straight to the core.
Soaring with precision.
get a clear vision,
Of the Mission.
Making the decision,
living in Duality.
Cells trapped by gravity,
Floating through a Galaxy.
Walls you cant See,
Expanding with me.
Standing free,
Staring into Eternity.
Home to infinity,
I search the rooms within me.
Life is Expansion,
We are The Mansion,
Holding the Keys,
To Form Realities.
Entering again,
Building a new frame.
It's never the same,
There to Claim,
When you enter your domain.
home had expansion
would find it to be fashion
became big mansion
had ridden a horse
on property with golf course
poor game with remorse
shot well below par
had few drink at a bar
after wrecked my car
event horizon
revealing outer limit
of singular force
swirling cosmic dust
genesis of star’s being
clouds stellar ceiling
space lying between
all that can be felt or seen
formed that which has been
vivid human dream
makes further consciousness seem
outside nature’s scheme
reality found
vast universe comes unwound
ever outward bound
I draw tadpoles, in ponds off back roads
With black coals that have no color
But when the Sucker is finished
They think I'm Van Goh's Brother
My painting style is Zig Zag
Diagnol Smother
You turn off the lights
I turn on the starry Nights
Natural Wonders Under Astro covers
Stars with names & there last known numbers
One thought at a time, One dot at a time
One possible race, Whos Drawing the line
Beginnings and endings probably combined
Indivisible like positive primes
Impossible ties to cut
Remarkable rises up
Nautical streches out
& The inaudable Silence What was that
Inspirational thoughts and fantastic ideas must simply go down to the heart.
Without a beginning, there is no end and that is where everything had its start.
Thinking with the mind brings judgment, anger, sometimes hatred, and often revenge.
Thinking with the heart brings forgiveness, acceptance, and understanding that never ends.
With the dominion of the media, there the truth shall finally come to light.
Broadening awareness will expand the recollection of conscious expansion.
Charlie Norton has expanded
Ever since his work was seen
And favourably commended
By an Equerry to the Queen
He’s added Panto Dames instruction
With an optional modular course
For white faced clown technique
And lead end Panto Horse
This coupled with existing stuff
Has pushed his venture to the fore
And Charlie’s mind is working
On this and so much more
He’s been invited to the Palace
Where he had a spot of lunch
With Charlie Windsor and Camilla
And others of the royal bunch
The Prince’s trust approves
Of Charlie and his scheme
And opened him an off shoot
In deepest trendy Cheam
And it is rumoured seriously
That the Queen’s old man
Wants to learn to tap dance
In pumps and Coat of Astrakhan
Life is so exciting at Charlie’s
School of Armoured Acting Parts
And Charlie is considered
To be a man of many arts
It says By Appointment
Over the front door
Can any theatre school
Realty want for more
But not resting on his laurels
Charlie has a further plan
In providing correct training for
Portrayal of The Invisible Man
The Charlie Norton School;
Of Modern Theatrical Art
Can give your career
A high powered start
Body aches; we pop in a painkiller
Yet how may we calm fears of fickle mind
Whilst unrequited love, a soul sinker
Spiralling heart yearning’s remorseless bind
Then there is this longing for God connect
That we may become one with love and light
Fallen from grace, we wish to stand erect
Seeking solace from sorrow, day and night
Upon cessation of fears and desires
Our emptiness feels a pull magnetic
Signalling that our heart is yet afire
To heighten and deepen, bliss ecstatic
Aliveness, sentience to cyclic pulse
Waves of joy and pain, attract and repulse
24-April-2021
Abandon now, vibrations which contract
Our innate aliveness is bliss throbbing
Know, oh hermit, ego borne thoughts suspect
Abandon now, vibrations which contract
In silence and stillness, we stand erect
Divinity within, always shining
Abandon now, vibrations which contract
Our innate aliveness is bliss throbbing
08-January-2021
(syllabic Triolet)
Get busy.
Soon you will become the sky.
Your cheeks will be the pirouettes of clouds.
Your breath the winds of plains.
Your eyes will be too large to see.
Your tummy will rumble with the hunger of storms.
You will be all this and more, only this time,
You will know it.
You will not feel your fingers as they rise
To form the mountains.
You will not own the legs of many trees.
You will become
The one great tree of sharing.
The leaves of your skin owning the ends of the earth.
Prepare yourself through prayer for the holiness
That you will soon become.
When you open your eyes the sun will shine on all.
When you close your eyes your sleep will blanket the world.
You will move as rain and ocean waves and sunbeams.
The dust of the earth will be mingled
With the breath that you give.
It will all be you and forever new
And you will know it
As the way that you always were.
We
do wish
to expand
permanently
full of joy within.
The external domain
consists of fleeting images,
so we plunge into the dark void,
vibrant and throbbing with love divine,
melting therein, becoming essence of bliss.
There is no doing done, save so choosing,
with a burning yearning to connect,
in childlike trust and surrender.
Thus, in silence and stillness,
open heart receptive,
imbibing pure bliss
in a caress
so gentle,
that we
smile!
02-December-2020
Z-ealously
A-bate
C-ontagion's
E-xpansion
Z-one
E-rasing
K-iller
I-nfection's
E-erie
L-ink
E-ven
C-orona's
H-orrible
A-nd
N-otorious
O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of Zac Ezekiel L. Echano (June 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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