The new sun rises in her halcyon horizon,
infuses the living light from creative cosmic edge
into a nascent frame in the haven of her embrace.
Her timeless pulse throbs within the marvel.
Ethereally elegant innate protective trait
turns on her satin skin into ornate embellishment,
designed with the lattice of mother’s love,
adorning the featherless angel.
On the Orthodox Christmas I went to buy
Some bread and a bottle of Cotes du Rhone
The lanes I walked were covered in white
When it feels windless, and the frost is calm
This kind of winter I much prefer
To summer when sizzle hangs on for ages
It’s a joy to inhale the frosty air
And the only event is a turn of the pages
Another day soon shall meet its evening
To become yesterday and the other day
Sit back and drink, share the innate believing
In what you think had happened today.
Most I know sad but true
define themselves by the work they do
out of the workplace they're as simple
as a bump on a stump dimple on a pimple
drop in a bucket wart on a frog
cog in a wheel or log in a bog
who's to blame... yes parents are the means
for their inherited hopeless poor genes
none of my tutors were teachers as such
and with no innate abilities didn't know much
all of which which amounted to nought
and only regurgitated what they'd been taught
never met one who didn't know it all
when in fact they knew nothing at all
and if I were to look in a book I'd learn the same
but follow the leader ('herd' is the word)
was the name of their game
as for me...
who I am determines what I do
not vice versa end of story
but... how about you?
Wisdom innate & within Us All
(mass consciousness is coming)
Those who now stand opposed but know to rest at bay,
They will yet live to Fight another day,
If we choose to walk the given walk,
Use Words, Music, Frequencies, vibrations that resonate,
For those that don't or won't, cannot then talk,
For words are this and much more, but also a message to liberate..,
Propaganda is everywhere except in ourselves,
We the former subjugated masses must now really unite,
Stolen youth and of course mass stolen wealth,
God given consciousness is in us all,
Freedom from all the pervasive lies and stealth,
Concede, acquiesce to a downtrodden Humanity,
Or break free completely and rise up tall?
Waking up isn't so hard to do,
As it is the basic sense, the moral instinct inside of you,
Reconnect to Humanity's mass consciousness now,
Failing to do so, is an incentive to fall,
Find a way, anyway, someway and somehow,
Wisdom innate & within Us All
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
2nd October 2022
During covid 19 Global lockdown and Constant new Wars
The PoetTree
Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
Line of inquiry:
"betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
simply present, head-heart linking
dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking"
by Unseeking Seeker
Faith in God’s words and proverbial grace
I’m surrounded by love since birth, I’m blest
Midst life’s struggle, ups and downs and stress
Hopes in my heart, a daily glow on my face.
Since God’s gift of life has ephemeral length
I’ve to spend it with joy as I share my best
His dwelling spirit in me rejoices more, I care
To spread my innate vibrancy in wisdom’s strength.
I can’t see the sun, but I know of it’s beauty,
a radiant presence, constant and true.
An Invisible warmth that gently touches my skin.
Much like the way I feel your presence around me.
I don’t feel its searing heat, yet it warms my face,
Its light reaching me even when it’s hidden from view.
A reminder of the subtle ways love can manifest,
in the quiet moments when I think of you.
They drew lines,
boundaries etched in rock,
but freedom is barefoot on grass.
a breeze that calls,
"Go further."
Eighty-six billion neurons reside in your brain, every single thread entwined.
But they are not connected like the links grappled together in shackled chains.
Between any two neurons lies a place where whispers are shared, and secrets are bared.
And the name given to this space bet ween, where two remain two, but be as one:
The synapse. That space where the slow wind blows through which flows the willow’s woes.
That stage between words on a page, unwritten thought connecting writer to reader.
That break in syllables, echo of silence, unspoken sound binding heart to heart.
That flicker in time between two choices, unseen destiny wedding dream to dreamer.
That pause where inhale meets exhale, unfelt breath linking life to death.
That silent spark born in the dark, liminal light joining day to night.
Between this step and the next, unclothe the parts of your whole:
Where is it, O tapestry of threads, you find the synapses of your Soul?
ever vibrance innate
ever spontaneity to create
the two keys to originate
She boards with a push, the wind moss and rose.
She doesn’t slow down and she doesn't explain.
She keeps moving on because regret is her name.
She is never alone, her bags packed tight, weighed down and heavy.
They all come aboard carrying her name, the ticket for one and one in the same, with all the stories of those whom she brang.
The world is flashing with the past in her eyes but you will not see the hurt inside.
Earth and ash, sun and moon.
The passengers they travel, together they stand.
A glance, his face is familiar, he closes his eyes.
Her scent, only a memory.
The view is flashing with the past in his eyes.
They all come aboard carrying his name, the ticket for one and one in the same, with all the stories of those whom he brang.
Line of inquiry:
"betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
simply present, head-heart linking
dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking" Unseeking Seeker
Oh, those times when it was just you and I.
Forever in your arms I’d want to stay.
I gazed into your eyes – in blue of sky
I felt immersed as all cares slipped away.
There was no past or future; we were one,
and one together, we were breathing bliss
as warm and comforting as springtime’s sun,
which on each rose’s petals leaves a kiss.
There was no time, and only peace we knew.
It stretched before us. Utterly aware
were we , that love - unspoken - is love true.
Accepting one another, souls laid bare,
I lost myself in you and you in me.
Unblinking bliss– we were so wholly free.
In the dune-field of the deserted scorched life,
clutching my desiccated desires I chase mundane mirage,
walk listless on the tormenting trail of strife.
Suffering to the core, I’m submerged in sordid mire.
Under the multi-layered receptive mind,
the soul resides at the inner meditative depth,
where awareness is the light of the eternal truth,
enduringly reflecting the sensitivity of the divine glow.
Trying to be released from the clasp of karmic destiny,
I transcend the expanding limits of heart-head linkage.
From the closet of mortal being I strive to set my soul free,
the patina of perpetual peace I yearn to flourish.
In the devout sanctum of heavenly freedom
my soul aims to attain the timeless euphoria of nirvana.
The beauty of the ultimate oneness it beholds,
vibrating with the rhythm of supreme elegance.
The darkness of the pasture of suffering gets illumined
with aura of the absolute, having thousand sun’s shine.
I find the lotus bloom beguilingly bright in the soul,
discover the enlivened constellation of innate bliss,
The scene was set, the date was on
Preparations planned, what could go wrong?
As time elapsed, the time to meet
The nervous energy felt so sweet
The ticking clock ebbed and flowed
The journey there was fraught and slowed
Anticipation of thoughts entwined
Could this be a meeting of mind?
Controlling heartbeats, the exchange begins
Random chatter inquisiting
To test the thoughts of one another
And gauge the life to be together
The evening ends in sweet abandon
The journey home, time for reflection
And so begins the enticing prologue
The key to a fragile heart can unlock
heartbeat and breath
branches rustle in winds
in stillness of the morning
a touch of sadness
talk of rain
I want to look
beyond a veil of clouds
and see the sun
yet I feel
the pull of
the passing moon
the world turns
the world around me lives
the world around me dies
I feel that, too
it’s almost November
another year passing
it always does
I want to fly
a V formation of geese
circles the sky
soon to follow their callings
and fly south for the winter
in every beginning an ending
in every ending
a time to start again
Within me is a deep innate ingrained and instinctive vibrance and passion.
Betwixt and amidst the throbbing of my heartbeat is a ticking pulsation,
that is life, that is vitality and sparkle. I hold the enduring perception of
awareness and appreciation. Yet, I have moments of doubt but with inborn
faith I can conquer any battle, forge any mountain, swim any ocean.
I float in a dream
of heavenly bliss and joy . . .
with unblinking faith
Animating and invigorating is life and instinstive is the force I need to define
my inflexible drive and defined path. I may be detoured at times but I am
able to find the spirit residing within that leads me on this euphoric journey,
called life and through time.
each day a journey
among my heartbeats pulsing . . .
girl of charm and grace
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