A man once brazenly rejected
The fact that we’re all interconnected
He sat by himself counting his wealth
But it cost him his spiritual health.
Separation from the other
Caused him to attack his brother
Nurturing his own vanity
Led to a path of insanity.
Of flesh and blood we are all born
Surely as the sun rises each morn
An earth-life is an opportunity to learn
And upon death to the creator we all return.
How we are is not how we need be
It’s up to us if we truly wish to see
That a mentally of division must be rejected
For we are all truly interconnected.
Benign bliss burn
Latent as the spring bulb, cowering neath the snow
Yet ardent as the puppy plays, the growing inner glow
What is this wakening energy, where have these thoughts been hiding?
Internal fire, ferocious flame, your secret now confiding
I finally open my eyes
Perhaps for the very first time
There is a calmness buried here, that I had long forgotten
My lost long friend, I do depend, to you my door is open
The shout of silence stirs me, it’s echo kills the drama
I don’t resist, I still my lips, and to love’s flame surrender
The end of darkened duty
The untold whispered beauty
Interconnection, no distraction, let the suffering leave
I face my fear, hate engineered, the call of doubt relieved
My glowing grace, I amplify, illumine natural story
Hell’s chapter closed, His tome composed, in essence and of Glory
Languid love learn
Benign bliss burn
Old adapting
Digital world
To catch the time.
Used to be drunk
To catch a girl
This time online.
Guys will regret
Not having love
Date on virtual.
Old wrote love letter
Now messaging
On chat group wall.
Le Cirque Bleu
The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze
flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease
ZEN
Zen or ch'an
to enchant
through contemplation !
An emphasis of self control
An oasis when mirage rolls.
Insight to oneness !
Perceiving peace
pondering pure perfect Nature.
Realisation of free open mind
through Universal interconnection
on enlightenment
of Zen Buddhism
without egotism.
Meditation at heart of Zen .
Philosophy of life :
Amen !
05/13/23
Writing Challenge - " Z " Words
Second Place
Contest by Constance La France
What is life?
A journey is a puzel or a struggle.
I would say life is nothing and life very much.
Life is a dream,gift is the love,
and life is realize of pain.
I would say life is nothing and life very much.
Life is an ambitious, it's a responsibility.
And there is a purpose, our interconnection.
I would say life is nothing and life very much.
Life is a hurricane,it is a rest.
And life is a mirror of true.
I would say life is nothing and life is very much.
Life is an identity,it is a respect.
And life is a fall of our failures.
I would say life is nothing and life is very much.
Life is a worship,a god.
And life is a very lovely person.
I would say life is nothing and life is very much.
Life is a migration,a waiting.
And life is one last wish.
I would say life is nothing and life is very much.
Woman.......Man
Chemistry
See the lovers gazing in one another's eyes,
This picture has no lies but
Just Woman, Man and their special interconnection;
A soul seeking lovers projection;
The Devotees
With human nature degree-
Woman.......Man
Chemistry.
Life Tenses.
Its Past,Present,Future connection,
A sisterly chained interconnection,
Each without the other,
Will not wholly exist.
My past never I can catch hold of,
But sure can link it to,
Present is the morsel on my palate,
Try to taste it every moment,
Future is my enfranchised dream,
I await every minute of it,
It encloses the aims of my life.
Contest:Past,Present,Future.
Sponsor:Nayda.I.Negron
22/11/2016
Music has interconnection with society
It can be seen throughout history
Music is found culturally
On earth it is a celebrity.
Early music was handed down
From generation to generation
It is recorded and creates action
From the flute made of bones.
Music seems to be basic actions
The best for human tones
And found affecting reasons
In the brain that taste form.
It is prehistoric music
There‘s evidence as antique
From the findings of carved click
It runs the heart that never breaks.
Purple Coach
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From;
Finding inspiration in a teapot.
Looking out over a vast ocean of pink
The broad grasslands of blue,
The sent of roasted coffee suffocating the air
From lines I am,
Lines of thought,
Endless ones;
Lines of green bread during winter,
Lines of yellow heads, bowing down in the presence of the sun
Lines of creation
The rubbing of charcoal against paper,
The fine bristles of a brush coming in contact with canvas
Leaving behind pigments of colored oil laying upon a surface
The infinite outline of the horizon
From;
Circles of polyphonic voices, dominate tonic progressions, modulations
Different shades’ of timbre combined,
The interconnection between sounds
A rivalry of rhythm
Leaving behind emotion;
Passion, sorrow, contentment, color;
A painting of pitch,
A story without words,
A tale, to be soon forgotten
The dilemma of not knowing can be the best dilemma of all. In "not knowing" - the unexpected becomes a surprise for us to pine over. Joy becomes more obtainable when we live without expectation. In expectation, one is always trying to figure out outcomes. Then, when a chosen outcome does not take place, frustration and depression take the place of peace and happiness.
Learning to live and let others live is not always easy, especially when one has held on to dependency. Dependency can become the walls to one's prison, not allowing freedom to come and go. Dependency to people, places, and things can become an addiction that only gets stronger with time. To resist dependency is to learn independence - everyone's freedom. Independence is not isolation. Independence allows the freedom of self with a healthy interconnection to others.
We all need independence, but cannot live wholly without interconnection to others. Interconnection forms community. Community forms populations. Populations form movements in history, both good and bad. In being aware of our independence, each one influences their histories.
Louis Drago
Poetry is the art of expression,
like a magnet attracts the poles,
poetry attracts my feeble heart,
till the feeling of lust surpasses love,
till the meaning of love becomes lust,
making me connected like the Siamese,
interconnection like blood vampires,
a mere myth but they create an empire,
the emotional attachment is tattooed,
embedded in my soul like a bad curse,
engraved like the tablets of moses,
then conjugated to show the rhythm,
to show the flow... not too low,
to melodies the flow... to grow,
yes poetry is the art of expression.
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