I am a flickering light -
a little candle -
a dancing flame so happy to have been set alight!
But I am fragile, Father.
A sudden gust could blow me out.
A brief shower of rain.
A spiteful touch from cold fingers.
A swell of noxious pride at my own tiny mortal beauty.
So hold me very close, Father.
Shield me with your mighty, gentle hand.
Be patient with me as only you could be.
For I am a forgetful and unfaithful little heart.
But, at least for a moment,
I can offer you my sincere desire to love you,
though I fear that I hardly have the power to love at all.
But you make all things new.
Written in Co-Cathedral of the Sacred Heart
2025-08-22
started before noon, finished by 12:04 PM.
WATCHING FLICKERING FLAMES-TSF
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amber
beacon
flickers,
offers
comfort
and hope,
time roams.
I watch
flames leap
candle
takes me
back in
time to
my home.
I hear
echoes,
voices
from past
from those
long since
deceased.
I smell
mother,
her scent
wafting
through time’s
boundless
retreat.
FLICKERING CANDLES
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the flickering candle
stands alone on the table,
a small sentinel of warmth,
its golden glow spilling over its edges.
the air thickens around it;
within its amber light
time slows,
each shadow a memory.
this flickering beacon,
this symbol of hope,
speaks in the language of light
and remembrance.
the flickering candle takes me back in time,
reminding me of evenings spent in laughter,
of the scent of cinnamon and pine, and
the echoes of voices long since passed.
I watch in reverent silence, entranced,
as the flame leaps and sways,
a tiny sun, defying the encroaching dark,
reminding me of all that was, and all that still is—
we soften attention
ego thins out
wisdom downloads follow
erasing doubt
kundalini rises
we enter the void
bliss is enabled
in pure heart unalloyed
stillness deepens
light of Self is revealed
though we know who we are
heart is not fully healed
completion awaits
as we come undone
our heart intuits
God and we are one
made in God’s image
we are living light
His presence is sensed
in bliss beats that delight
be this as it may
even as we burn
for the quietus
we await our turn
Fade into the void,
pale and unseen,
a whisper of silence,
dim murmured echo.
Unheard and unremarked,
an absent fragment,
of drifting haze,
that lingers unseen.
Fragile, easily shattered,
weightless and distant,
an obscure hollow,
of faint gray dust.
Blurred empty thought,
foggy and fractured,
like an unfelt sigh,
flickering invisible in the murk.
O veiled shadow
of former self,
ashen phantom
of better days,
am I but a fleeting shade,
doomed by fate
to wilt and wane,
and fray at the edges,
to shiver and wilt,
until vanishing,
simply disappear?
Not even a glimmer
of self remains.
How did the sea become a crime?
How did its blue become a bruise on the face of history?
How did the verdure turn into red wrath,
breathing fire into burned hearts,
leaving behind it a black, frosty funeral?
How did the tree become a Fury?
Her strands of fire
strewn above the dew and tranquil mounts
Furious fire and melted iron
Lava and blood-red ink
Pumping out of the wounded bosom of the earth
Bubbling up like the foam of death
To carve an unprecedented story;
A story of a dying profound pain, reborn
In the same womb, at the same moment
Growing as rapidly as the pulsating heart of a child in terror
Lost in the land of infinite wars.
***
My land, a flickering ember
Once giving light and warmth;
The other, singeing our hearts;
Do you choose to be a beacon in the dark,
or to blow up in our faces like a blind flame of wrath?
Are you destined to turn into ash
disarrayed by the wind?
***
People might claim that the earth is not for all
But the heavens are inevitably for all
The living, the dead, the imprisoned
Happy, grieving, immersed in prayer,
For the heavens are in the hands of God the just
Never to be touched by human slaves
In a universe of lights flickering on the edge of consciousness,
The desire to possess becomes a hypnotic melody, cold and painful,
Binding our souls to the shape of objects, captives under a mechanized sky,
Where the thirst to consume flows through veins, a "biological" need that consumes us.
The market, a labyrinth of exploitation, weaves the unseen class structure,
Advanced capitalism hides its fangs under a technological veil,
Transforming class interests into glittering commodities, their enchanting shine,
And it is not the machines that suppress dreams, but the unseen masters who decide their numbers.
It is necessary to remind that science and technology are couriers of liberation,
Only their use in a repressive society makes them tools of domination,
In a world where the sky is covered with endless desires, we find ourselves captive,
Seeking answers in the darkness, melancholic dreamers on the sea of illusion.
It’s hard to live when you feel like your time has already passed,
it’s like dragging your life from the grave each day
I keep asking God to rescue me,
but the darkness covers his love
I feel so hollow
like I’m curled up in the fetal position in the corner of a dark room
Overwhelmed by a deep nondescript apprehension,
and the fear that nothing matters
And then the panic sets in,
It makes me want to scream
But I don’t see the point,
it won’t change anything
Yet here I am keeping up appearances just like you,
smiling and laughing like it’s all ok but in truth, it’s hard to breathe
It’s all so heavy now that I can’t lift my heart
My knees are weak and bleeding,
but I’m still crawling
Crawling down a dark and broken path,
toward your flickering candle
I was with a flickering mind
Leave your bed
how long how long
should I wait
is not your dream yet over
you are still under cover
of your blanket closing eyes
I was away with a flickering mind
you came yesterday
spreading long black hair
flowery smile
soaked in honey
blossomed heart
waving me softly
to accept your bright idea
I was hesitant
like a shy sun
to bathe you
with my words of acceptance
I have come back
to welcome you
accepting your bouquet of help
to bring my fortune back
on the glowing lane
when will you get up?
When glimmers of light are by us cognised,
it is for sleepy soul, a wake up call,
signalling that God can be realised,
if in staid silence we choose to stand tall
and the truth of our true being recall.
We are in our way and once we know this,
we fearlessly leap into the abyss;
at ease in the vibrant, inky black void,
where we disappear, yet nothing’s amiss,
since we’re living light, pure and unalloyed.
A candle flickers in the wind.
It’s wants to fight, it won’t give in.
It wants to burn, it wants to shine.
It thinks it’s as hot as the sun, as bright as daylight.
The candle flickers in the rain.
It soldiers on through the icy pain.
It suffers terribly as it loses heat.
But it waits and burns to hold its keep.
It remembers nights where its light was like dawn. It remembers people holding it full stretch to provide sight warn.
It remembers smiles when it lightened into flame. It remembers hands protecting it from the wind and rain.
Cast aside it lingers on. Though weakened now it still holds on. But its wick is too quickly soon to die. So it drops its heat, lets it flame go out as its last goodbye.
Cherish the time you spend together
Keep her warm in frigid weather
Make her feel special every day
Let hugs and kisses lead the way
Walking on the beach hand and hand
A massaging of the feet in the soothing sand
Romance is in the cards waiting our return
Some music and wine no need to confirm
Whisper in her ear being with her makes everything better
Tell her you love her now and forever
Send her a bouquet of flowers and a beautiful chain
Curl up to the fire with its flickering flames
Written: September 02, 2023
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Flickering body
Breath fuels the flame of life~
Mind's traffic glows bright
Minds' discipline gleams
Sparks of credo ignite thoughts~
Silent glow guides us
Journey within starts
Introspection sparks fairness~
Wisdom blooms with time
Inward strength prevails
Perseverance guides the way~
Wisdom's path unfolds
What in time's complex breath causes you to ask
Tacit monotony's spiral to complain so
When consciousness cuts it own wings to better bask
In the bright limelight and let the virgin girl go.
Harley's ghost sits in my catatonic hallway
Waving a banner crying out soon our defeat
But we know better, giving up is not our way
Across the white, Santa sits to his wafers eat.
Whilst that romantic building burns hope sadly dies
He with his favorite whip makes the reindeers cry
From across surging ocean the albatross flies
And little boy blue steals his auntie's apple pie!
As the flickering stars smile with ample delight.
The voices from Heaven cry out, no more not tonight.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Dec2nd, 1973
OLD NOTE- DELETED
NEW NOTE--
She smiled when her love entered her bedroom
His handsome face and boyish charm always did win
Soon he would be all hers, as her romantic groom
And they could each day live their pleasurable sin.
She felt bleak
Things were hopeless
She was too agonized to sleep
The world is a traitor
In the morning all of these feelings were gone
Dream faeries had replaced her dourness
She bounced out of bed, with a fresh beginning
The world beautiful again
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