I deemed the dark an exile from my sphere;
It only veiled the roads not meant for me.
The constellations kept their counsel clear,
Nor rendered doom till pulse matched destiny.
No heaven altered when the morning came;
I entered mine by keeping faith with flame.
Heaven's prospect comforts.
In the meantime
What's felt of it, guides me here
As leads me there
Has such been, angel-handed
As Fate branded.
If through this link, tingles with
Love's mortal fire.
Man to woman's day to day's
Firm clasp relays.
Cools not down in both these chills:
Weather's. Life's ills.
Hustlin' Soul Jazz to the beat on the street/
Straight ahead Hank Mobley Art Blakey Seven Steps to the cool sounds of Harlem, diggin' deep into the subway, Harlem-148 St get off, take off/
whatcha say, bright moments, Man, bright moments the Pharoah Sanders way Milestones on the eight track Blue Mitchall's trumpet at the Sweet Basil, a jazz club in New York City's Greenwich Village/ a great place to play jazz and hang with no big pay day/
Wow, what a scene, Cecil McBee, Leroy Jenkins, Junior Mance, heavy heavy hitters of the jazz day/
So dig this, don't forget Wynton Kelly and his trio/
cool jazz covers and slick sleeves to get the record-buyin' hipster to hit on vinyl. Man, let me get you a bird's eye view, cause there ain't no cover charge to dig these words to view
A never-ending process, the changing of our lives.
To turn away from sin and for holiness to strive.
The Holy Spirit guides us in truth and charity.
And we will live in paradise if faithful we will be.
It’s not just regulations and rules we must obey,
More than just commandments but how we live each day.
To acquiesce to God and to follow constantly.
And we will see Him face to face if faithful we will be.
So form your holy habits and to God’s ways be true.
Pray for strength to follow Him in everything you do.
Open to God’s graces and strive for sanctity.
And we will live in paradise if faithful we will be.
Fidelity, yes, faithfulness
Is what the Lord requests of us.
How do we live if heaven we would see?
With faithfulness… Fidelity
The fidelity
the sin of the flesh, why is it a sin
sexuality is a strong and natural desire
but often the downfall of the great
who lacks respect for lust
treats it with a low moral attitude
There are the monks of Thailand
naked feet in sandals, and one assumes
naked bodies under burgundy
robes, can so easily fall prey to when
a lady of easy virtues comes along
this could and probably has gone on
for hundreds of years, but it became
a scandal when money came along
I understand the monks, but reserve
my contempt for the likes of Trump and
Dershowits
There’s a wildness in you
Burning like the desert sand
It taints a man’s blood
A fierce promise in your eyes
More glorious than sunset over the mountain
It defies me to say ‘no’
But that’s the only answer
I can offer
For I’ve taken an oath
And I must live it
For honor – for fidelity
Let passion perish
True Love Is
love is
humility
fidelity and trust
sacrificing all for others
mercy
High fidelity
reverberates well
truth of God's message
ringing yon eardrum
reaching depths of heart...
...toward freedom
soul's salvation
liberating
faith to spread news...
...echoing
love and grace*
joy of peace...
...clear for
all to...
...hear!
*Ephesians 2:8-9 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.
April 18, 2024
the image was distorted
because the canvas was contorted
and so to set things right
we entered staid silence, becoming the light
now with the vast void, having become our home
from a centreless fulcrum, resounded gong of Om
the that cosmic vibration, all pervading
an ocean of life, in which all souls are wading
subtler, gentler over time the sound became
ego vaporised, leaving no desires to tame
rapturous bliss cascaded in mind-body urn
wherein our soul presence chose to willingly burn
surfing the bardo, on choosing to let go
we imbibed direct wisdom, very few on earth know
and as music of the spheres plays by itself
flame of Christ consciousness glows as light of Self
Do you know my friend named Faith?
With trust in God, she treks through inconveniences,
stepping sprightly over them
with supreme optimism.
Smiling with ease, she saunters
along her life’s path, sure-stepping
for always she knows the way to go.
In the darkest of her days,
she still marches on;
a soldier of hope is she.
Some nights, she strolls,
face toward the heavens,
searching for the Star of David
so keen are her convictions.
To her friends and family,
she is an angel
ambling happily alongside them
and slowing down to lift them up
should they stumble and fall.
She loves her man
with the heart of a loyal lioness,
and he cannot help but reciprocate
her many kindnesses.
Do you know this woman?
Her faithfulness is to the sky,
for she’s got
high fidelity.
Marrying war
the true soldier is wed
Betrothal of blood
asleep in his bed
The men he would die for
as groomsmen rejoice
A vow ringed in glory
his weapon of choice
The years become marked
by each battle romanced
Anniversaries pledged
at the point of a lance
Divorce not an option
fidelity cries
His love bleeding freely
—with honor his bride
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
fidelity
The soil in the field where the vines are planted is rusty red
the mould in my hand is moist, and I feel the living pulsing wow
that will never turn stale but keep producing pleasure and
to make happiness.
To be a part of nature, unlike the religious people who think
they are in charge of fauna and fauna, and nature should bend
to their demands, a detrimental to our goodness
There are times when in a dreamy mood and wish I could see.
A higher power deity to come down and sort the mess we are
today, we are fallible; God lost his heart in sorrow and became
a rain cloud that hovers around, ready to dampen a moment
of sunlight and contentment.
Before I sleep, I want to know
You came to terms with all of today
I want to know you have peace, shalom
That all things work your mainstay
Faith in Jesus, then in me, intact
What is it, I want also to know
You awoke rested, eager to thank
The Universe for a new day, blink
At the dawn-tinged horizon, watch a bird
Or more, quick look at your plants, flowers
Then at least a bit of breakfast before work
I want to be the one to make your cuppa
Even add a delicacy or two for dessert
What is it? What hold do you have on me
This heart, this MOG who vowed one spouse
And now wonders endlessly, if only ....
Lemon brightness in my eyes
to warmer climes in winter he flies
it’s in his nature to choose his wife
instinctively choosing to mate for life
fidelity causes some men to flinch
they could learn a thing or two from
my finch
With lethal liquid in the syringe
As he approached his aged, mangy dog
Lying still n’ waiting summons, it wagged its tail
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