Last summer I enjoyed a dream vacation,
when I was filled to the brim with satisfaction.
I made a trip to the lofty heights of the Sikkim Himalaya,
where I got what I searched for, the feeling of euphoria.
Iridescent sky descended with an aquamarine lid,
from frozen heights azure glaciers glided down to feed.
a pristine lake I saw encased within a quiet basin,
over its mirror-like waters, stillness wafted in air thin.
Nature painted a divine scene I saw on that vacation,
while by the lake I stood soaked in joy and exultation.
Crystalline waters exuded the calmness I sought,
my body in placid reflection my eyes caught.
On calm waters I perceived the essence of my entity,
feeling content, I found a place of tranquility.
The lake water was so very clear and so virgin,
looking at its depth was like plunging deep within.
Abating my mental pangs, venting agony from abyss,
my serene soul floated in the ecstasy of fluid bliss.
In enchanting loneliness the few days I spent,
I reckoned as the precious gift God had sent.
That was the trip I’m glad I took, for I found a new me,
etched indelibly in the memory, till the end I’ll see.
. Quite often
. Inspiring prompts
. Are offered
. Brain waves
. Work up
. A storm
. Crashing towards
. SPONTANEOUS
. Outbursts of
. Creative expression
. In exultation
. You ride
. The crests
. Celebrating your
. Impulsive poetry
The misty mask of winter ambience melts away,
turning the sky into a cobalt cauldron,
from where the ambrosia of spring descends
with sequined aura through the diaphanous air.
Gossamer clouds gorgeously embroidered
with the wispy ribbons of regal robe appear.
The sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum
on the dew-crowned emerald meadow.
On the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr
floral fragrance finds the aromatic course,
trails the beguiled butterflies flittering
in the rhythmic waves of spring symphony.
The serenading wind entices me with blissful tune,
argentine moonbeam suffuses me with gracious gleam.
The cascading cadence of the concerto of zephyr,
drifting from the harmonic plateau of exultation,
makes ripples of melody in the lilac lake of my heart,
pulsating with the eclectic pace of endless ecstasy.
I then feel the wondrous southern wind wafts
with your scintillating scent to allure me
to the amorous ambience of your grace.
Its silver sequins swing with the refrain
of the mesmeric moonbeam melody,
resonating with the echo of rapture
of your spring’s timeless sonata, I love
when I listen to the wind.
Your presence is unbidden,
silent as a sleeping cat,
you're cancer.
Clothed in robes of despondency,
of deep tolling knells.
Yet, there's flowering hope
of exultation,
rising into another star-blessed
dawn.
You cannot, you will not dampen dreams,
they are always created,
nurtured from their infancy,
delivered into limitless life,
so treasured from a child's free mind,
as vast, as pristine as the universe.
Then, like pure doves they leave the
bonds of this mortality,
far from you cancer,
and your selfish grasp. ~
Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence.
Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swelling, spouting placating pleasantries, a mess of gushing adulation.
Self exultation, craving congratulation by consensus for another conventional sensation, clamouring for congratulation in lurid inflated infatuation.
Curtailing castigation, striving in strides as pedestrian asperation gives rise to typical inspiration, stillted it saunters soulessly, provoking predicable platitudes.
Dreary dedication denoting the humdrum and the ho-hum, tirelessly tiring, offering effortlessly banal bestowments bequeathing a tepid tranquillising testimonial.
Uniform, unchanged, unilateral applause, amplifying abysmal analogies, articulating dearth depictions of derivative denotations.
Cryptic quips collapse carelessly caused by cumbersome correlating contradictions, deviating detrimentally forth fatuous flutterings.
Stale sentiment, sterile superfluous suppositions, garishly guilded in grandure,
Repetitious rudimentary ruminations, repackaged and retold.
The effervescent incandescent aspirant longing
spreads the ardor spectrum in fervent firmament.
Spring-soaked beguiled brush paints passionately
my heart’s canvas, portraying the chromatic life.
In cracked cinnamon ground parched to the core,
my desert of desolation pervades, sneaking in the sly
within faded sanguine veins of fragile fallen leaves,
echoing the evergreen hymn of hope in their rustle.
The eyes weep the unseen tears in a torrent within,
fill the fathomless cauldron of pining pathos,
but forlorn life’s remnant essence remains verdant
in the thicket on the eroded bank of streaming mind.
In its tranquil depth I drown the dregs of despair,
the rivulets of rapture flow in my derelict depression,
as beguiling breeze braces me with whisper of bliss,
divine moonbeam suffuses me with gracious gleam.
The cascading cadence of the symphony of zephyr,
drifting from the harmonic plateau of exultation,
makes ripples of melody in the lilac lake of heart,
pulsating with the eclectic tune of endless ecstasy.
From the brightest flash of exultation, to self strewn webs of sorrow
A passion of sparkling content, a heart unbearably hollow
Relive every sensation, ponder every sentiment
One pencil and a notebook can create a monument.
Our bodies prepare us for birth and death;
subconsciously the brain is in control.
At birth, we instinctively take a breath,
without being told: we're born to our role.
Our brain releases endorphins at birth,
which ease our passage: dulling birthing pain.
We arrive pre-programmed for planet Earth,
and it's all possible, thanks to the brain.
When dying, our brain controls what we do,
drinking less, eating less, and sleeping more.
Our bodies release endorphins anew:
affirming that our souls are set to soar.
Death is beautiful: if you only knew
of the exultation that awaits you.
Divine mother has anointed
the Bindu point
that bald spot
at the back of our head
Bindu connects to the third eye
granting spiritual vision
toroidal heart holds erect
swirling energies within
this depiction has no purpose
being merely an exultation
of what is, as it unfolds
illuminating this organic shell
Seems our love is destined to be
Exclusively a cerebral affair
A long distance love but oh so deep
Sweet words of affection we share
It's almost enough, who am I kidding
It will never ever take the place
Of feeling your body touching mine
Or caressing your gorgeous face
No one and I mean not a single soul
Has ever made me feel this way
My morning sun, my stars each night
My reason for rising each day
At the risk of repeating over and over
The same old words of adoration
Came up with a totally new way, my love
I'll call it "cerebral exultation"
Seems our love is destined to survive
Only a sweet cerebral love affair
A long distance love but oh so damn deep
These words of affection we share
O, our Master of the Vineyard,
Crowned Monarch of our hearts.
You the gentle Lamb,
You rose from the recess of
a rocky tomb,
as ivory lilies gleamed in their presence
of celebration,
and proclaiming angels announced
Your triumph over the tomb.
You will harvest Your own for
the wine press.
We worship You,
Your living passion of love
for us here on earth's soil
sends our cherish of You
heavenward.
In the vestiges of us sinner's
bygone tears is joy, exultation joy,
as You stepped forward from death,
as the Lion of Judah. ~
Satiny softness surrounds me as your touch
ensnares me in ardent, consuming passion
for which there is no exultation too much.
I desire no respite, escape, dispassion
as I am your unrelenting paramour
offering a safe harbor for you to moor.
Stay with me upon this sea of ecstasy
and we shall conceive our lasting legacy.
feeling the trigger points
of bliss electricity within
the aspect of us in form
delights at the offering
whist the aspect formless
witnesses the play in stillness
the flame is an exultation
of ignition renewal continual
as such egoless and genderless
being simply divine energy
expressing itself in body-mind
transmuting dust as living light
I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah,
I had a tumultuous youth
and came to redemption.
To be forgiven as to forgive.
In His blessed mercy
I have pardon.
In Him there is pure love's
Holiness,
In Him there is forevermore.
I sing to Him in exultation,
or softly as an April whispered
breeze.
As I lift prayers to my Yeshua,
Rabboni, I cherish You!
You love humanity,
despite our grieving You,
and accepted willingly my
prodigal return with my
heart in joy for You.
I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah. ~
Some days are diamond, some are stone
We all need a mix of diamonds and stones
Otherwise we would miss the comparison
If life was all diamonds, we wouldn't be able to
Handle those stone days
And all stone days, we would be on a suicide watch
The perfect mix produces balance
It produces happiness knowing
As bad as it gets, there's always better days ahead
I hear some of you saying, “Not in my life!”
Yes... in everyone's life or we wouldn't survive
Really think about your life
Unless your are in the .001% of the world's population
There have been times of exultation
And times when you didn't think it couldn't get any worse
Take heart my friendlies
If you're feeling down right now
Imagine how you'll feel when reaching the end
Balancing on the tightrope of life!
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