At sunrise the heron soars effortlessly upon the breeze
waves roll in crashing upon the rocks and beaches
rising tides reach high upon the sands then fade away
the sun breaks through my window and kisses my cheek.
Round and round and round the great circle of life travels;
much like a whirlpool of bubbles in a small woodland stream.
Day turns to night; night to morn, as clouds migrate on their way
the misty morning rings the bell and the deathbeds overflow.
Into autumn's burnt ashes and all the saddened masses;
It was winter's chill when my spirit lifted; my heart thrived;
from a dead frozen shard, and my soul was forever freed.
Just because you're breathing doesn't mean you're alive.
At sunset the heron soars effortlessly into a colorful twilight
the waves now whisper to the rocks and sandy beaches
great tides fall slowly as the full moon rises in a pink sky
a lullaby rocks me to sleep as moonlight kisses my cheek.
Jesus called a child to him and said:
"And who shall receive one such child in my name receives me."
And so love the children
Love also the grandchildren.
For in ways life is a great circle.
We arrive at the start of the arc
And we are children.
Thus begins the journey of life
As if ascending a rainbow.
It should not come as a surprise
That as old ones we can communicate
So well and so clearly with the young.
Thus now the circle is complete
And we return to our very beginnings.
As we are in unison with the children.
Our hands entwine
In understanding of love
Having completed life's orbit.
Intersection at
Center of the Great Circle
No breaking through the black line
Are they circles though?
Or people in the center
Fleeing or huddling or still
Motion can't be seen
Motivation can't be known
Not circles. Not people. Eyes.
April 28, 2017
Alas he leaves , to in great circle stand
The eternal ring master now he meets
Well done thou servant o good and faithful
Enter into the grand glorious circus.
You find here all you ever want to find
For Jesus is Eternal Ringmaster
Your pain former is gone. You are now well.
And with me now Tio dwell forevermore
Great circle of stone through which shines divine light
To children playing there this is delight
But there is more to stones and light
Then just beauty at day and eerie feeling at night
The stones align with sun’s binary star
Whoever possesses its energy will go far
To place where there is no hunger or war
And the stones will show him life forms most bizarre
For even if the one looking at the stones is blind
He will be free to see things with eye of his mind
Leaving all the pain and sorrows behind
The essence of his soul connected to Summum Bonum he will find
Around the stones purple ling grows with its ghostly visage
The ling with supernatural is a bridge
The beyond surreal from undefined position breaks through mental bondage
The essence of free soul and divine are joined in marriage
johnsondon2 | September 17, 2010
GREEN GLASS OF SAND IN PAKISTAN
Green glass of sand in Pakistan
The atomic blast denied
Radioactive skeletons
Are buried where they fried
New Mexico has radioactive sand
war time atomic tests
Green sand is there quite unplanned
Just by the atom blest
Was it only 10,000 years ago
Since then the world expired
Brightness of a thousand suns, the blow
World reborn rebuilt rewired
Rama fought with mental might.......all the Alantean Officers dropped dead...
The enemy Generals die ............forgotten advanced visualization mind control...
Atlantean might, left in a night
Valixi crossed the sky
Vimana of Rama walked the skys
Valixi dived in quick
Metal thunderbolts & Rama dies
Indus valley, burnt the brick
Don Johnson
Valixi Atlantis (People of the Asvins, Atlantis Aeroplanes)Aeroplanes & Vimana Indian Rama
planes, which used mercury so say the repair manuals of that time. Read the ancient Indian
Mahabharata document if you doubt .
The great circle of reoccurence of life is bringing the Indian nation back to its former
glory.
A day I remember a day that was sweet
I found myself daydreaming by a slow
flowing creek.
Her curly blond hair and her big brown
eyes, instills the memories I''ll forever
hold inside.
My joy, my life, my child so new just take
mommies hand and I''ll see you through.
So as you grow older, and become a young
woman the inevitable will come when
you say " I''m Goin"
And when that time has come my dear I''m
confident my child you'll persevere as
you take your steps in the great circle
of life.
How much do I love you?
I've played to know.
Let me count the ways,
All the ways I can show,
You my Love...
First there was one
and by one she stood.
Two came along,
an expansion of love.
Then three held hands
near a willow tree,
As four sang carols
to the humming bee.
Five was there,
like a guiding light...
Finally, we recognized Six.
And we stopped the fight.
Seven was right,
there are Eight
gates in Heaven.
Nine sang divine,
And ten at the 'end'...?
Was a mistaken, eleven.
Twelve chimed "New Time".
And Ophiuchus was restored,
To Her, proper place of Mind.
Among Friends,
In the Great Circle.
*wiki.com
Ophiuchus is a large constellation located around the
celestial equator. Its name is Greek for 'snake-holder', and it is commonly represented as
a man grasping the snake that is represented by the constellation Serpens....
"~Charming story..."
pelting downhill
hear gasping hitching breath
smell fear
running, running
jump a pile of garbage bags
he stumbles
land on his back
grasp his shoulder
shred his jacket from his back
fall with a crash
rolling
back on my feet, throw myself on his back again
before he can rise
pressing down, forcing
my gloves creak
knife snug in my hand
draw it along the back of his head
shave the skin from his forehead
ten arcing lines
all the way down his spine
deep incisions on both sides
one between each pair of ribs
a great circle cut from the belly and removed
like a cookie-cutter
bury his head in his own organs
drown him in his own offal
disarticulate his knees
pull him
apart!
anyone else feel like
long pork chow mein?
The great circle dawning light have given past,
Cockcrows, birds chirping, life springs, into new beauty.
Noon, o how it warmed the humid fill air fast;
Afternoon, it grows cold, and weary, its neglect of duty,
Scarcer the sight of life, to the evening cracks,
Where the beauty sets its last warm felt glow,
Loves journey, two way streets, once overflowed, now lacks,
Daunting nightfall has crept where love lets go.
Silvergray: This the color
Spread like a shroud over wet brown earth
As rainmists hang low,
Submerging the land in a sea of clouds.
All the world should be asleep today
Thoughts wandering uncalled
Through wide dream landscapes,
Communing with nameless wonders
That populate our deeper, silent halves.
The great circle of living and dying rolls on,
Distinctions blurring in the wider scheme
As all comes down to the same, in the end,
Because:
Beneath the greening of the summerwarmed earth
Corruption proceeds in its slow work
Feeding the living on the fruits of its breakage
Of the form and substance of the dead.
Somewhere someone's just given birth;
New eyes open to wonder at this world.
Somewhere someone's dying;
Eyes closing to wonder at another.
AS thy noble corona dilates,
Shucks back its great circle, let
Thy golden mean drip power
Onto the beast whose blameless flesh
Screams humped over,
Lathered like the Levin cracked sky
From whose seed was born
An infant God
Remind me Oh! Sultana
Whose spirit lifts my brow, and
Whose bright milk chisels
My livered throat, bloated
and waiting to yield to yet
Another salute.
I cry for Avalon, and those
Ancient borders I once possessed
Oh! Avalon, a composition for the carillon,
Let your chronicles forget me not.
Let your long drawn spell
Whisper me awash, gilded
Only by the mighty Griffon
fluent in the air, lord of sky,
Address my reproach my gentle God
Gift me unremitting paradise.
Is it not the same air we breathe
blown around this world
by the winds of time?
Is it not the same ocean we sail
pulled around this world
by the currents of the past?
Is it not the same heartbeat we share
pulsing from deep within
this, our Mother Earth?
Is it not the same sky we stand beneath
as we are turned in the Great Circle
by the hands of God?
Caught up in a swirling whirlwind of change,
Around the world and across the range,
The energy of love will raise us from the dust,
To greet one another in faith and trust.
We will lift up our companions without fail,
Leave footprints of unity along the trail,
One Tribe together, in peace we stand,
Heart to heart and hand in hand.
It is the same air…
It is the same ocean…
It is the same heartbeat…
It is the same sky…
We are the Hands of God.