The boy who carried night within his chest
Once believed the road had reached its final bend,
Convinced that silence was his only friend,
And traded all his tomorrow for unrest.
He could not see the dawn through heavy skies,
Nor count the hours that waited to unfold,
Lost in a tale he thought was fully told,
Watching the shadow grow before his eyes.
Yet morning broke the perimeter of shade;
The quiet road stretched out and did not fall.
He learned the weight of years can shift and mend,
That every solitary ghost must fade.
Standing in light he never thought to call,
He sees the start where once he feared the end.
A Laden Quill Pen in Hand
Lay a quill a pen in hand moulted feather of a swan;
Jest a written piece of verse wrote in stammering breath;
And important historical documented quest;
Wonders of wandering authors protest dawn;
Black it’s the chosen ink stirred upon drawn;
A sole paper now being presented to be dressed;
Far be it from the story to be mis pressed;
With writings of HIStory penned brawn;
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Italian Sonnet
the adam’s apple glows as heart looks on
presence caged in form but seeks to dissolve
that melding with the void we may evolve
poised in peace, in the timeless now reborn
but must this burning yearning too be shorn
cessation the jigsaw mind cannot solve
so we just watch chakras in us revolve
childlike heart awaiting onset of dawn
the words we pen will not be read again
yet remaining held in the womb of space
marking the moment when it chose to wink
that we recognise that heart has no stain
and is thus worthy to receive God’s grace
enabling soul’s ascent in a mere blink
in seeming silence heart yet stirs
expressions of life pulse innate
bliss bubbles never do abate
thus hum of silence always purrs
to which vibrant presence concurs
nonchalant to outcomes of fate
as long as nodes within gyrate
joyous as soul star chakra whirs
we would take a consciousness leap
flowing with ease as does the breeze
becoming a flicker free flame
to which end we swim in the deep
each heartbeat embrace and release
whence God Himself fulfils our aim
We as consciousness at play in this form,
self-aware, mood and mode celebration,
poised in the vibrant void of cessation,
as the epicentre of love’s bliss storm,
constantly bathed in currents cool and warm,
are as such in all-time meditation,
as heart’s permanent orientation,
dwelling in time stretched peace our life’s new norm.
Narrow is focused whilst expanded blurred
and though we may take any position,
having chosen to dwell in body-mind,
where by magnetism nodes within are stirred,
sublime renewal of bliss ignition,
signals we are here now divine aligned.
Sitting in silence, heart animated,
at peace in the void, ceasing to resist,
vibrance of innocence invoked a mist,
that no longer by fickle thoughts baited,
caused pristine presence to feel elated,
which feeling tranquil with no to-do list,
then found itself by Divine Mother kissed,
infusing bliss by God’s hand created.
Fullness in emptiness as the new norm,
each breath intake representing rebirth,
metamorphosing, becoming the flame,
with throb magnetic choosing to conform,
wandering earth our soul bubbles with mirth,
radiating light scriptures cannot name.
Our essence is bliss, caged in a trance state,
living in a vessel borrowed from earth,
wherein hypnotised, we know not our worth,
as we’re twirled about in fierce winds of fate.
As a child our heart was bubbling in mirth,
by day and night and never did abate
but as we grew, fear forms began to bait,
so the cause of angst we had to unearth.
We struggled and strived to set our soul free,
so plunged into the void of cessation,
poised in silence, vibrance animated,
seeking no outcomes and roaming carefree,
our aliveness itself, meditation,
thus discovering God’s light as fated.
With the external world having faded,
we look out for consciousness contraction,
prior to onset of our reaction,
which is by watchful focus blockaded.
Breath by breath by bliss magnetism aided,
our choice to remain poised in inaction,
light of Self subject not to refraction,
bliss of our heart is not for angst traded.
Our is-ness of being-ness is revealed,
being the direct path we walk upon,
refusing to be by thought forms decoyed,
by using bliss beats as a sturdy shield,
that as each heartbeat ushers a new dawn,
we shine as God’s light, pure and unalloyed.
My eyes' amnesia if you'd never be —
The crying like seagulls from throat unclenched,
And if those same waves go on without us
When washing away the glass from my seams,
My shaking water with us in between —
A heart moved through harpoon's death darkest drench,
Where needing viscerals bathed in light pant,
The ripping of eyes' sails beyond this sea
Love is original sight of all sight
Where lids opening shore open to hue,
Alone we were though with the going tide.
The sea melted for seagulls' holding to
As it caught contact our glistening eyes —
Long before unconscious heart ever knew.
Red brick walls of the highest quality,
hell or high water the last one standing.
My resilience never rubber-banding,
high dollar construction’s a shield for me.
No need to fight what I was meant to be,
always protected while I’m expanding.
A harsh silhouette that is commanding
up close still appears rock hard easily.
With this architecture of solitude
the strategy can be hidden from view.
Glass windows only added to the top
tend to come off as aloof attitude.
Crippling loneliness can overtake you,
let someone in if you wish it to stop.
Looking through the soul’s eye, all seen as one,
ego deems enlightenment is attained,
since awareness is from ego unchained
and no stories by lower mind are spun
but since flame of love shines not like the sun,
God’s light that lights all lights, not yet ingrained,
in truth the neophyte’s heart is still stained,
needing self-appraisal to come undone.
If Holy Spirit has not yet touched form,
the soul here now cannot metamorphose,
bereft of love, knowing not bliss delight,
sublime elixir, that stills every storm,
ensuring breath by breath, love and light grows,
transforming body-mind as living light.
With every word I write I will woo you,
written with truth and a lust for your eyes.
That grown up fairy tale in paradise,
stop being curious what you should do.
From the first moment you already knew
you’d get an adventure with all those tries.
Move with the quiver of those butterflies,
what could blind infatuation lead to?
Let your arousal burst under my spell
now I can consume you as you’re falling.
Happiness is going bare for that kiss,
I can promise that you will live to tell.
Electric on fire bent on skin crawling,
it’s okay to wonder why I wrote this.
A shadow's face adrift on the ocean,
Within the made swinging of ebb and flow,
It turns darker the more in hands it grows —
The way of her Delphic heart unchosen;
Where the hollow shell recoils and loosens
there jerking in sea hunger on the coast.
...of the waves on top within their white ghosts —
A buoy comforting in her lowness
The girl through her salt tears still passes free,
Her footprints settling death in the sand,
Where seagulls cry for there is ripping sea.
The lowest tide keeps repeating again
...and the waves crash only where it is bleak —
A gray wind takes her shadow, this lowland.
Life after life, ego shape shifts its form,
flitting about from desire to desire,
for endless are objects heart does aspire,
like a rebel, choosing not to conform,
to pulsations of grace, loving and warm,
till a day comes when ego too does tire,
when lust consigned to the funeral fire,
we find ourself centred in a bliss storm.
By itself, ego has no existence,
drawing its power from the light of Self,
so it falls like a dead leaf from a tree,
whereupon we reclaim our quintessence,
being living light that glows by itself,
free from bondage, ambling through life carefree.
Having recognised we are living light,
though for the moment caged in feeble form,
we feel in each node, bliss magnetism warm,
gripping us in rapture by day and night,
that as breath by breath, heightens heart’s delight,
mode and mood surrender, we just conform,
to the currents birthing this benign storm,
exhuming ego, bestowing clear sight.
Dwelling in the now, free from hold of time,
allowing kundalini right of way,
we watch our unfoldment in slow motion,
attention fixated on bliss beat’s chime,
one with light of Self that is here to stay,
enabled without any commotion.
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