Illumination,
champagne and that showy sky.
A sip as stars futz.
Bittersweet-lights are striking twilight.
Waxing moon mise-en-scéne witness.
Sans commonplace, suit in pursuit
of radiant bouquet - its open spray,
long stems in delicate hands.
She’s clothed in black and white, lost
in thought. Under dark brimmed hats,
holding composure, yet the scant swivel
of the man’s neck will decide if they are
just passing ships; moonlight’s palpitations.
In the souls of those who pray
An illuminating light will shine
Guiding the blessed wanderer on his way
Aided by God’s grace divine
………………………………
The soul in radiance shines
Beholding a blessed beauty of a holy saint
Now exiting from material times
To enter a paradise only poetry can paint
…………………………….
Where righteousness and goodness reign
A Paradise where God lives in eternal bliss
Here never is there any sorrow or pain
All rest in God’s presence giving thanks and a kiss
……………………………………………
In the souls of those who pray
An inner light like mental eyes
Gazes out on the world
And its secret life is realized
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Of the souls of those who pray
This is what they say.
Let’s lay to rest all doubts that grout,
rooted in conditioned belief,
that thus giving our soul relief,
we’re at peace as we go about.
Transforming as vast space itself,
recognising we’re all of this,
all nodes within suffused with bliss,
no desires remain on our shelf.
As God’s grace pours in from above,
our feeble form is energised,
objects no longer weighed and sized
and all that then remains is love.
Judging neither fault nor merit,
all thought forms, we disinherit.
Dear Lord,
I need oil for my lamp;
Spark for my life;
and bright illumination round about!
Amen
Patterns, of investigation,
Autumn starlings, murmuration,
Tidal sand wave, undulation,
Tectonic plates, foliation,
Evergreen fronds, forestation,
Rainbows of illumination,
Nature’s endless, fascination,
Science, our imagination.
(A lone voice whispers)
As a person, you must know
Deep down
You're part of one of the most spiritually
Illuminating
Literary movements there has ever been
A gift sent to you for self-expression from The Great In-Between
A means to pull down old towers with new or old siege hooks
Open closed doors
By maybe writing a blog or book
To walk through anthills and moors
Of poetic stanzas
To find who you really are
As you pause and really look
For above all things
Magic in poetry is real
A form of rebellion from the mundane
A resolution
A Bonanza
To push back boundaries in a form of grassroots resistance
To power and social control
To be able to purge the destructive nature of humanity and the need to share its beauty
To those watching on patrol
As they go
For you are so gifted
So never be afraid to share your Illumination of the soul
For someone somewhere
Always needs to be lifted
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Early to rise is for the sun,
To get its radiance high,
Illuminating the earth with hopes,
Until nature is satisfied and done.
I've seen your tiredness, weariness,
And your readiness to give it all up,
Maybe you've forgotten
All that you represent and embody.
Your pain is for greater gain;
The joy you bring is sweeter than honey.
Like raindrops give abundant hopes and joy to farmers,
So are you to everyone.
Life is beautiful with nature;
You make the universe meaningful with your existence.
You, a special soul,
Physical embodiment of higher virtues.
Nothing compares to the tides of the ocean.
Each thing is best in its own time;
The sun shines brightest in the day,
The moon befits the night, and the star,
The crown is unique and symbolic for kings.
Everything has its honor in its time;
You own every moment, though each is different.
You are a warrior without a sword,
A sailor without a boat,
A soldier without a gun,
A beauty born from ashes.
You are very special.
dust stirs
oblivious to
God’s life breath
that makes it feel alive
so it struggles and strives
living in a make belief world
until one day dust enters silence
realising that in truth it never existed
all that always was and is, is breath of God
Your music never fails to make
the stars go dancing in the dark.
The moon observes them wide awake,
and floods of light stream down the park.
The stars go dancing in the dark
and paint the sky in silver dyes
to sparkle and to mesmerize.
The moon observes them wide awake.
Then lightens up as if amused
to see celestials diffused.
And floods of light stream down the park.
It's time for my heart to rejoice;
it is the music of your voice.
A sea-faring vessel on Galilean
Sea, fully dutied, dawn's a storm.
The ship's crew saw Christ walk
on water -- disciples inclusive.
Peter bid to partake, Christ said,
"Come." He beheld watery life
'neath the becalm Sea Glass, and
his whole being walks over it, raises
his inner glory to Christ's glory
divine, voice of assurance.
The storm woke Peter and fear
joined the climb. The Sea Glass robs
Peter's leap of faith to a sunken fate.
" ... little faith ... room for doubt."
The storm ends, and Peter is safe
onboard.
A vessel stern bids farewell, and its
crew praising the Son of God, as a
parting wanes a shimmering glass
sea mid a new calm proverbial day.
Illumination Elf has no idea about his gift
He knows he has a talent, right? Askes Rift.
I think so, but it is hidden right now.
It’s going to be something though, a great big wow.
Illumination Elf found his gift accidentally.
When he was left overnight beside an old oak tree.
The dark was scary, and he said I wonder if….
A light came from inside him, suddenly and swift.
He is a lightbringer! The forest said, in awe.
One of the best whom they had ever saw.
His light uplifted the shrooms and the moss.
Positiviity and joy appeared in the form of a cross.
A lightbringer! I am thrilled! The Elf did say.
He had not dared to dream of it, at end of day.
But here he was, providing light to the wood.
Doing the best he could, the best he could.
our heart feels
incomplete
so we strive
senses dictate
we look outward
deluded soul
finds no solace
we then turn inward
melding with silence
the false drops away
essence of presence
shines as living light
It’s not a walk through the woods that soothes the troubled mind,
It’s not the sinking sun that calms perturbed nerves,
It’s not the tranquil night that brings hope,
It’s not a walk by the sea that unloads the cluttered mind,
It’s not the rising sun that paints the day,
It’s not the trailing moon that opens the door into the night's chamber,
It’s the mind that’s ready to find the missing pieces,
It's the mind that's willing to search for the hidden treasures,
It’s the mind that's ready to take flight to where the eagles dare,
It’s the mind that anticipates heaven's light,
It’s the mind that allows light to pervade its gloomy room.
It’s the mind that sees streaks of light in the dark clouds.
October 13, 2023.
In the midfall moment
we shine.
Shadows are cast
only to be illuminated.
Forever we are the unmasking.
This light of ours
needs a deep darkness
to be seen within.
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