Money has a delightful scent, one with the power to smother the stench of misery before death comes to extinguish its power altogether.
To be poor is an unbearable nightmare when one knows exactly what it would take to escape the humiliations of overcrowded living and deprivation.
Truth prostitutes itself on the crumbling sidewalks of falsehood whenever money sheds its impurities.
Money brings happiness; only the rich, showering beneath the fountains of opulence, claim otherwise.
I know what it is like to rummage through the trash bins of precarity in order to survive the violence of a nightmarish daily existence.
To remain dignified in a reality chained to perpetual lack is a penance that resembles the calamities of hell.
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
Unseeking Seeker
Create in me oh God a clean heart
Burn the impurities cast the vanities
I know You as Creator of me flesh art
You saved from depth of insanity
Fullness in emptiness I wish to be
Baptized in the Spirit and the word
Like a new wine skin first empty
Flowing over with holy sermon heard
If I only touch His garment hem
I can be free of what ails my soul
For the Lord hears my cry my whim
Healing my heart body making whole
Fullness in emptiness I aim to be
As new wine skin before blessing
343.
The Water of Alena
Oh Sanggre Alena, Keeper of the Jewel of Water
Pour unto me the blood of being kind & sober
Kind towards people who are in need
Sober towards those who have wronged us in deed
Baptize me with the flexible being of Sapiro
To be like an adventurous patriot & hero
Just like the water of life – stir up my spirit
In coping up with both coldness & heat
Being the most romantic of all the siblings
Your indomitable spirit is beyond reckonings
The wave of your tide –oh wash away impurities
Brought by the kiss of filthy enemies!
-02/25/2015
(Dumarao)
*Superhero Collection
my hair is riddled with sand
and the particles make their way all around
through my damp river water locks of braided hair
the swaying of the water sends me back to life when it was tranquil and when i was one with it
i dream of quietness quite like this
with my skin submerged in water
and it forming a smile across my lips
when i am with the earth nothing else proves as semblance
the impurities wash away with the dragging current, bottled in a sea shell
within these waters- i exist as a depiction of grace in this sacred space
blue paints the sky, bird song fills my ears
warmth of light in hues of fire encompasses my skin- freckled and sun kissed
my bare feet intertwine with the pebble sand floor of the river bottoms
woven are my hands with the waves how they dance alongside the tide
embrace me in this pool of rapture
refine my shortcomings whenever i may turn to you
my unclothed body rests between the remnants of the undertow
buoyant as the flower petals that float atop the water's wetness in spring
the lightness of my essence is intensified here and i am reborn
forever held in this clarity and healing that reshapes my core
Women, oh women, see their wrath.
Fired by pain, yet called unkind.
They rise with fire in their veins,
Silent storms behind their eyes,
The world whispers of their supposed sins,
Blind to the battles they survived.
Karaba knew this bitter truth,
A victim first, a villain next,
Every strike against their soul
Built a story of fire they could not quell.
Hands that defend are called cruel,
Voices that fight are drowned in shame,
Society judges the wounded heart,
Branding courage with its blame.
Still they walk through shadowed streets,
Bearing scars that gleam like stars,
For every hand that tried to break them,
They rise fierce, unbowed, and ours.
They will not vanish, they will not bend;
Made of impurities, yet forged as steel,
Shaped into the sharpest swords;
their truth, their fire, their unbroken will.
Oh! Omnipresent, bless us with eternal dance,
Restoring serenity with a mere glance,
As a stream of purity flows through your head,
Containing impurities as the journey moves ahead.
Echoes of ending vibrate the expansion,
Await a new beginning, a new dimension,
As light of consciousness illuminates the vastness,
Constraining chaos, acting as harness.
Oh!timelessness, bless us with realization,
Breaking the loop, the ultimate transformation,
Restoring oneness, establishing totality,
Please free us from the delusion of duality.
To line the inside of a pipe, we first find safety equipment; Next, we secure the pipe in place and point it in the correct direction, so molten gold doesn't set fire to the workshop. (when it has been poured through)
After this, we gather the unrefined gold and gently lower it into the furnace until molten, then separate any impurities. Once refined, we pour the gold through the pipe (wearing safety equipment), making sure none of it spills in the process.
We leave the pipe to settle until cool;
To create thicker layers of gold within the pipe, we repeat the same process. If the gold is molten, refined, and moving through, the pipe will not block or burst. If the pipe is pointing in the correct direction, there will be no wasted gold or fire hazard.
Minor burns are expected and managed during the process.
I Am the goldsmith. This is my advice.
Out of my darkness
Man made a candle of wax.
To showcase the temple
With a lighted candlestick,
Made with own hands.
To deceive the nations ,
Unto, the stairwell of destruction.
Out of my darkness
On a wayward path of broad,
God revealed I am but formed of clay.
Into the depths of thy heart,
A spirit of fire was ignited.
A new cornerstone laid a foundation,
Unto, an understanding of being
Purified and molded as gold through a furnace, casting out impurities to shine.
A temple within not built from
The teachings of doctrine of man.
That needs no light from candles,
For the glorious light of the promised
inheritance of the Holy Spirit.
Shall showcase the eternal flame.
Unto, the stairwell of life eternal
the outside floated inside
white seeds seemed fluff
floating & frolicsome
until their rooted relic
of bitter dandelion wine
wished we hurried
to busy our bones
do something thoughtful.
yes..we’d pluck a stem
or two and gift
but this gift in ever after
would list and wither
so quickly amidst
the coiffer of quarrels
pushing of the dander
of matters we stuffed
our pillows with at night
nightmare of nettled
never-never disappears
snow white impurities
implicated our insides
empty and forlorn
forgetting our vows
our impertinence
of the importance
of marital bliss
which doesn’t begin
with tricks and treats
but with travails
that lead to immemorial
memories and progeny
a long lasting kiss
carry your wife
over
the threshold barrier
don’t let complacency enter
let a garden of delights
bloom within
learn from occasional weeds
pluck…let sun in…water
tender your every day kiss
invite in joy and praise
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(I’ve been married 45 years)
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty” John Keats
My thought, here, to elaborate on Keats' perspective. One could wrongly say that, bad things happen, no denying, therefore truth is not always beautiful. Wrong. All impurities are man-made. Ourselves, even our physical environment are products of combined consciousness. We are, not only what we eat and drink...but more important, what we think! Think something long enough, deep enough, and then have the help of multiple others, over time thoughts will manifest from psychological into physical reality. At the core of being, is God. Perfect Universal Consciousness. Divine Mind Essence. Source, in its pure state, is perfect. The only perfection there is, is beauty. Our Freewill leads to impure establishment. As we work that out, trial and error, in the theater of life, we are eventually back to beauty. There is no other outcome. Eventually the soul has its full of pain and suffering, evil paths and their inevitable, spirit wrenching outcomes. Love wins out. Truth, is love is beauty. T=L=B. The best equation Blessed Existence can realize and practice.
Dear Lord, You know my heart, my mind, my soul.
You know my every thought, each wish and goal.
You know of fervent promises not kept,
of all the times I’ve failed you and then wept.
Mere tears won’t wash away impurities,
and neither will just posing on my knees.
I pray for cleansing of my heart and mind.
That all my meditations be aligned
with Your will and my words and actions be
acceptable in your sight is my plea.
I consider goods and services as rewards perse
and life as a thing of purity that cannot be otherwise
however.
And I consider humanity as a unique whole however
something otherwise may shatter.
I consider nature as a beautiful and darling mermaid,
very glee nowadays - she is tender and fresh.
What then is peace?
what then is war or grudge or paleness?
what then is laughter and joke and riddle?
charity begins at home and fire slept at a match stick.
The human nature even though prone or vulnerable
is pure or serene?,
The human nature is a moon and sun shining to mankind
and humanity- which itself is well known to be pure?.
What is then is hampering streets and houses and packs
to impurity- ear or eye or nose or head of course?.
The human soul is a pretence- but to what extend and
sometimes how- how should we let say differ on a
scene of how taboo for instance was tabooing?.
I consider the society sacred so we must clean and
cleanse off the impurities and nags and bugs?.
1-5-25______________1-25-25
125_________________525
21__________________105
3___________________15
1___________________5
0,0163%
of hydrogen
extracted from seawater
Deuterium when mixed
with tritium
under the influence
of extreme heat
and pressure
becomes a gaseous
hydrogen fuel
becomes a fusion plasma
generated in the Tomak
a tomak is an experiment
machine used to harness the
energy of fusion
charged participle of fusion
can be controlled
by magnetic coils
air and impurities are
evacuated from the vacuum
confinment and control of the
plasma are charged up
and the gaseous fuel is
introduced
powerful electrical currents
are run through
the vassal were gas breaks down
electrically
and then it becomes ironized
and electrons are stripped
from the nuclei
and forms a plasma
TO ACHEIVE FUSION THE
PLASMA IN THE TOMAK
MUST REACH
150,00,000 million
degrees!
Plasma particles become
energized and collide into one another
natural electromagnetic repulsion
om collision to fuse
the proposal for a
configuration of a magntic
fusion device.
1200 Packard Twelve
or a Ka de shi'erhao 1200
20 minutes!
Joseph firstborn of Rachel
Yehudah, the fourth son of Leah
Between them a rivalry from the start
Two future kings, already fighting as lads
Yehuda and his brothers mocking Joseph’s immaturity
Joseph reporting to his father their impurities
Joseph told his kingly dreams to his brothers on a whim
Yehuda and his brothers almost murdered him
Yet decades later, the two kings were reconciled
The would-be murderer apologizing to
the ruler of the Nile – Joseph – surprise!
"Niagra and the wise."
fresh waters of life
relief self impurities
to a fateful fall
"Do you hear what I hear?"
rawhide winds of war
birched last's stand amidst saviors
a tree faints away
"The void that Earth began."
mirages are dreams
of sand ~ prep A -- straight line to
... be -- and stay alive
"The Beaches of Warwick" NOT JK
Cher baby don't go
Miami sharks are biting
deBATE ~ still they go
"2024 sales higher than street drugs."
against popular
demand ~ Americans still
care of how they look
"The nature of ado."
it's a time for us
all the kids will visit me
~ the ado I need
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