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...or just thoughts
I just want to create
I guess that’s it, just create
Money does not move me
Fame? Why do people want fame?
Glory? I build in obscurity.
Legacy? How can the dead enjoy?
I just want to create
Just to see it grow
To see it go from nothing to something
Not because of sunlight
Not because of nature
Because of me
Is that wrong?
I guess it is a little vain
I know all things are vanity
But, these are my thoughts
Wrong thoughts, maybe
They are MY imperfect thoughts
I just want to create
Cause and effect
Action and reaction
Thought and fruition
It seems simple
Too simple, to some
They want more
Some verbose explanation
Some critical reason
It is not that complex
I just want to create
I guess that’s it, just create
Right View, Intention, Speech, Action, Livelihood, Effort, Mindfulness, Meditation
May we always clear our eyes so we may see clear
May we always put out the best intention beginning with our mind
May we speak only in a tongue free of slander and lies
May we act in a way that speaks volumes of our altruism
May we choose a livelihood that is in harmony with our soul
May we always find it in us to create the effort to better
ourselves
May we always be mindful of others and how we treat
them
May we choose meditation as a vehicle to self exploration and healing.
May we always seek the light without rebuking the darkness in us, for they are all part of one and the same
in the great tapestry of action and reaction
we need to accept ourselves and others just as we are.
Namaste
Baby Mine
I found today that I am not alone.
The Lord has given me a great gift.
There is life inside my body.
I can hear the beats of my baby's heart.
Mine is lifted.
At first, there was fear,
How could this be?
How could this happen... to me?
For one reason or another,
this is the wrong time.
For one reason or another,
this will not be fine.
There will be more bills to pay.
There will be more trouble,
along the way.
My husband is a good man,
but even he has fear.
The world is full of evil,
and war is all around.
The seasons have changed,
in a random distorted direction.
What can be done?
What can we do?
Lord... I call out to you.
King of all...
please set the world back into place.
I will kneel down and know you...
will wipe the tears from my face.
You have found me valuable.
You have chosen me.
You have chosen us.
Let peace reign down,
with no more fuss.
Our baby will see the future.
God will have his hand,
in every action and reaction...
there will be a time to stand.
Together my man and I,
we will hang onto each other,
and pray as the Lord thy God...
is beyond... all measure.
Written for a good friend... prayers for their family.
Bequeathed of the faculty of
balanced return, of equilibrium,
turning the totem burn of caloric expectancy,
cause and effect
translating universal machine dialect
satellite positioning itself in the physics of
affection, affinity, sistered brotherhood in
reality check of relative fee.
Beneath the atmosphere, here,
clings one to another like faded dusk
to a pregnant dawn.
As he leaves, she returns, again
to meet him in circular run.
In Fibonacci launchpad portals of
action and reaction chained to loop again.
Chi and grace turns,- will and space.
Like a cog that swings the pendulum scale,
weighing relational phi in the window of pi?
Certainly in the window of possibility
where the harmonic scale is like two dragons
chasing each other's tales,
hooking claws into foothold of reality,
like a fitting piece of harmonic puzzle poetry.
There is no facade here, no illusion or trickery.
Science is poetry and poetry is the science
of the mind in artistry, intertwined.
Everything with potential, dependency.
Yin and Yang,
of the divine.
The stern sun frowns and mocks
At the hide and seek of creatures sly
In the dunes of the wide sandy stretch ;
One chases the other with survival shocks ,
While the wheeling winged vultures fly,
Viewing the supine, torn and scattered wretch
Being bitten or pecked in wild hunger,
With grunts and screeches to feel stronger .
The arid air greets the cacti hostile,
And the invisible , bleary blanket of heat
Envelopes, scorching and parching all through
The land of dying hope and dead smile ;
No shelter nor a hide anyhow to retreat ;
In light or in the dark , every meek move
Finds anxious uncertainty haunt with disdain,
Leaving no choice : breathe or abstain .
An awful aroma and fragrance dense
Fills the woodland and the thicket thickset ;
Whispering leaves and the avian melody
Back up the anxious roars, and chatters intense ;
Any venture ends up in sigh and fret ;
Living is reduced to a receding parody ;
Might is right, and success a chance ,
And futile, pangs flow in resonance .
Round the lake is the overgrown greenery --
A meadow of reeds and creeper- brace
Looking over the peeping lilies that smile ;
The large remnant mirrors the cosmic scenery
To make up for the missing trace --
A little domain to live in , the while ;
The spell of croaks and chirps in tune
Enlivens it's own ethos with the croon.
The cruel and crafty hunters of prey,
Wait to pounce on creatures indolent ;
Often the seeker is sought unawares as victim ;
And the run goes on night and day,
With a blend of action and reaction silent ;
No order nor method prim : just so grim !
The realm with space and possession is null ,
The impulsive spirit of life goes dull..!
MERAKI
My Meraki guides and leads.
On my way, I try utmost.
It is my Meraki that pleads
and brings me up to coast.
Whatever I wish to do,
I proceed on dedication.
Meraki pushes me to go through
on perfect implication.
Meraki is the mentor
shaking my yearnings and passion.
Brain holds its epi-centre.
I move vibrant on each mission.
Meraki steers action and reaction.
My Idol and Philosopher.
I carry on creation and recreation
on journey of life so far.
12/07/17
Meraki Contest by Silent One
Third Place
HUMANITY
Action and reaction, equal and opposite
We hear, but just what do we make of it
Do we let loose and curse or merely spit
When arrows rain, how shall we respond
It does take pressure to make a diamond
And unavoidably, we will all get physical
One can argue that it’s all about balance
With nods and smiles as merely a valance
As even we might then utilise our talents
To react with equal force, maybe in kind
With daggers of steel, or just of the mind
When angry, it’s no time to be whimsical
Humanity and animal instincts kept apart
And was meant to be from the very start
Yet both have physics at their very heart
The very first instinct is always to survive
And perhaps with luck and skill, to thrive
Yet the desire for good over evil is critical
Like many before me, my Empire began
As but a passionate boy’s dream
They said risks outweigh the reward
Or, at least, so it would seem
I immersed myself in knowledge
Every action and reaction honed
From the classrooms to the boulevards
Each day fitting the next stone
Then the day finally came
To step up and take that great leap
And begin an incredible journey
Knowing well it would be no easy feat
But word of my endeavor traveled
And men came from near and across the sea
I opened the doors to my Cathedral
And invited them all in to see
Many came to worship
Brethren together the only rule
At an altar born from steel and chrome
Incense the aroma of rubber and raw fuel
We gorged our mechanical desires
Repeated stories of guts and grit
Carrying the torch of automotive redemption
Assuring every candle remained lit
Some donated their internals
So that others could live on
Some found a new lease on life
And sadly, some were too far gone
Dreams of vehicular expression
Were baptized with blood and sweat
Blessings obtained by nods of approval
And jealous whispers under their gasping breathe
The sands of time have now swept away
Most all remnants of that mythical place
But relics take form in our memories and tall tales
And in Hot Rod History is The Junkman encased
In between the start and the end
Our heart's intent, to God we bend
Granting pulse of love our consent
That thus mind, body and soul blend
By simply following love’s scent
For pure souls, assured is ascent
As divine bliss beats grant traction
We see God's light, luminescent
Futile's action and reaction
Save bliss, where lies satisfaction
Throbbing within when we be still,
Sidestepping ego distraction
Bow down oh hermit, to God’s will
That voids within, on their own fill
Innate awareness self-aware
Feels within, soma nectar spill
Love enabled, for all souls care
Same inside out, joy freely share
In timeless time, God’s truth is known
With the universe, gently pair
09-November-2022
In the jumbled backyard of mind
they arrive in dark cowls,
gather behind an inverse eye,
wait there for the eyes themselves
to flip those images over into
a word chewing anger.
Manikins move in those shadows,
tussle in a muted violent parody
of action and reaction.
There is blood, it is dark,
it is cloudy.
War begins at the eyebrows,
mittens fumble
with small caliber ammo,
deadly enough but not explosive,
claws must grapple
beyond the roar of the pulse.
Suddenly you see her
not in her fury but yours;
storms subside into summer showers,
a mock performance of Othello
exits stage left, a shamefaced cast
comically admitting the farce.
"I am a fool
and I don’t deserve you."
Breast heaving, she turns away
to repaint her emotions
for a moment hating that she
loves you,
yet knowing she has won again
another blindfolded battle.