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Soul Sanctuary
Wandering through a moveable museum of memories columnar
Dusting off exhibits of moments held fast in watercolors gossamer
Milestones chiseled into fleeting moments of atonement,
Soft edges of first love painted in golden moments –
Brushing aside gauzy cobwebs on photo negatives confessions
Blushing with pastel transparency of opaque blended impressions
Images emerge into negative space awash with nude opinions
Perspective layered into hard edges from edgy palette dominions;
Meandering through silent salons shaded dusky murals in shadows of rose
Lending sienna tints and hues to luminosity’s prisms in afterglow;
A sacred place vibrating in clear cerulean hues –
Holy space of signed wax relics - a chancel of still life in blooms;
Drifting through galleries of jigsaw puzzled passages
Fantasies spattered in bold black and white sketched with color assuage;
Visions staring back unblinking at lost victories buried in the abstract
Untouched prints, tattooed in rust, restored –restoration intact;
Still furnishing this sacred place
With an ever expanding collection displayed
Fragments of umber magic captured – deckled grief fading –
Portraits of choice set in unforgettable, studies of raw strangled cries invading;
Browsing hand in hand with free form time -
Lost in mazes of archival, acid free, displays in fine lines;
Within twisted illustrations featureless faces hidden -
Born out of the gasping barren abyss of flat washes in rhythm;
Framed in this breathing womb tiny points of pigment wait
Nurtured! Protected! Nourished! Building up a portrait;
Unfinished infinite design revealing watermarks
Cherished by the eternal conservancy in soaring arcs;
And in the brush strokes of this secret sanctuary place
Abides the master plan of the divine intimate grace.
Version #2 of Sanctuary – 7-27-21
March 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 21-24
Key Verse –2Samuel 21:3 Wherefore David said unto the Gibeonites, What shall I do for you? and wherewith shall I make the atonement, that ye may bless the inheritance of the LORD?
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INHERITANCE BLESSER
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any famine
Thank You for sparing me from hell’s loss to help me divinely win
I trust in You midst consuming worldly din
For You alone can deliver me from devouring sin.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any suffering
Thank You for fighting for me in my battle’s warring
I rest in You midst fainting soul in my gearing
For You alone can gird me by Your protective succouring.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any violence
Thank You for drawing me out from calamity’s turbulence
I call unto You midst torturing sorrows’ prevalence
For You alone can hear me and my cry of ambivalence.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any wickedness
Thank You for strengthening me through Your power’s blessedness
I hope in You midst obscuring guilt-darkness
For You alone can cleanse my sin with Your pardon’s graciousness.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any man
Thank You for defending me by the victory You began
I cleave to You and Your Word midst attacking fear-causing ban
For You alone can make me grow within Your desired plan.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any jeopardy
Thank You for teaching me to delight in You as Your saved lady
I submit to You midst slaying arrogance malady
For You alone can brace me by Your guardianship that’s sturdy.
Lord God, You are my inheritance Blesser against any iniquity
Thank You for building me up by Your sovereign authority
I abide in You midst prevailing difficulty
For You alone can rescue me with Your mercy’s certainty.
March 27, 2023
God forbids man from eating blood
Ever since He had told Noah;
He said what foods were just allowed
To be consumed on that era.
Israelites were also banned
From ingesting blood of livestock;
They should bury the red fluid
From the adult beasts from the flock.
The apostles just taught the same
On the age of Christianity;
The main reason is blood is life,
As spoken by the Almighty.
It is the blood that truly makes
An atonement for human soul;
It is for faith and not for meal,
As followed by chosen people.
Christ's blood is just necessary
For all to gain God's great kingdom;
The bull’s blood that filters flesh is
The shadow of good things to come.
How do I acquire a place where I can forgive?
How can I stop blaming myself for my mistakes?
I can't recall the version of "Intrinsic", but it's conflictive,
None can quash them If you can't forgive rattlesnakes.
It's difficult to forgive wrongdoers who won't swage,
It's cruel to excuse inner suffering from a rapist's rage,
It's difficult to grace louts who have killed your family,
Spirits will not retaliate but can whip you clearly.
No, I'm not a saint; failure is not the same as forgiveness.,
That doesn't refer I must trust or favor the chorus,
He seems angel but he throws his seat through the window,
He is tiled with a shabby female tattoo on his elbow.
I felt vulgar, stupid, and useless,
Close to the leech and slimy worm, that's sageness,
Every smile contains a malicious chart, so I lack faith,
I endure on wobbly legs, wiping away tears and scathe.
How can I resist the urge to do things right?
Some people mind me a skeptic. My kids guess I'm bright,
In fact, they suppose I'm an incredible winner,
If they view suffering, it will improve my manner.
No one understands what I endure,
I am not in a position to reveal such rancor,
I'm tired of seeing and living a shabby life,
I wanted a widely used headline in some rife.
The tombs of our ancestors are everywhere,
Earth's soil is the body's dust, walk lento, and care,
The suffering of death is greater than the joy of birth,
O cooing doves bestow to the weeping, some mirth.
Some actions are held liable, but none are shrewd,
Every devout soul has a past, and every deceiver is lewd,
Who can you forgive if not the toughest opponent?
You are fully ungrown with this Atonement.
The blast radius of your grief can harm the soul,
What if the people around you are shown a rays hole?
What if you cling to someone else's roots to be injured?
It all begins with a runic visceral fear of the biohazard.
I select my destiny and discover myself,
Say farewell to my harsh youth with purity and pelf,
Today I saw the opposite of what you taught me,
I also forgive you for everything before I flee.
1st Place Contest Win.
Written: June 25, 2022
Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
~ Unseeking Seeker
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Are we perceived as hostile beings
by flora that we tend in our gardens?
If we intimidate petals of peonies
each time we walk past their stems,
we should make amends and ask for pardon.
Is the pink tint of their blush mistrust of us?
Withering zinnias and wilting wisteria!
We wouldn't want to burden them with fear
when we speak of how lovely they'd look
in a crystal vase, set upon our parlor mantle.
To ease their worry and not cause their tears,
in our pockets, we don't carry pruning shears.
We personify flowers as if they have feelings—
but do our innuendos have that effect on people?
We label shy ones as loners or 'wall flowers'
who pull back, often going unnoticed for hours.
Do some of us unintentionally cause that reaction?
If this proves true, we need to take a moment
to have in depth contemplative consciousness,
a change in our stance and make an atonement
if it's determined we're at fault— guilty.
If so, our aura indeed has need of correction.
One that shows us emanating a kinder reflection.
The one who wilted as we passed by—
was she the shrinking Violet we refused to see?
Would we bring her heart joy if we paused
and spoke to her with a gentle greeting?
Words that would give the fragile one cause
to not think of us as hostile and vile?
If a kind word is spoken with a sincere smile
wouldn't those greetings be worthwhile?
It's plausible that we'd then have a pleasant scent,
the treacly aroma of consideration and love.
Time taken to say, 'hello' would've been well spent.
Hold out a hand as a metaphorical invitation to dance.
It might give a wallflower the confidence and the chance
to stand tall and no longer cringe at being approached.
If we've been at fault for diminishing the smile in souls,
offer them emotional strength. Be someone who consoles.
Fluted hands angle on knees as glimpses
sort the knitted threads of a late afternoon
where gathering of blooms abide.
Almost friendless, a man inhabits his space
ready to inhale the waft of new dusk,
of how a world in his inner terrain mirrors
the ceremonials of a mindful passage
upon grasses and half-lit windows
outside the self.
And through a prayerful instance,
he connects with a god hushing the tempo
of sighs mixed with incense blowing, as if
to twirl in an air of breaths cleansing
the scabs of trespasses. Miles of babel words
turn into a different language: quite unknown
and understood only by him who finds
contentment in being unbound ,of gliding
above a haloed sky that reflects the movement
inside his awakened essence.
For the atonement of all misgivings,
he releases his pride in layers
of deep confession to pay for his karmic debt;
that in a warm communion with humility
he makes amends for life's consequences
as stillness becomes his friend.
Anthony Slausen's Karma
A plan was presented,
In which One was chosen,
To carry the burden,
To give eternal progress.
Agency was the founding proposal,
And opposition was to be,
A perpetual agent to achieve advancement,
In this most critical time of being.
In this plan a heavenly law was broken,
And a falling away resulted.
There needed to be a way,
For all mankind to be saved.
So God our Father who loves us,
Sent His Son on our behalf,
Anointed and sacred,
To be the atoning One and mark the path.
He was the Lamb of God,
The Firstborn, perfect and blameless,
The very greatest in heaven,
Offered up for us to return.
To magnify His Father’s power,
And give glory to Him on high,
He came to ultimately suffer, be crucified, die,
And raise again from death to life.
To do His Father’s will, is His only design.
His atonement is for all mankind,
Infinite and eternally divine, to make us clean,
Purify, redeem, set free, and never die again.
Chucky's atonement
1. Used to be scared of the rain. He would drag me out of the shelter and make me dance.
It always drives him insane. Dressed me like a little Chucky doll and spared me no glance.
Frozen toes in winter were warmer than the hot tears of fall. He would knit me a polyester, same color as his cat.
2. Used to be scared of his footsteps and the timbre sound of the bell until I sniffed your inviting pine cologne.
My heart palpitates at the notification of your message/call. Trapped in your fancy hell.
Called me your wife in public. Treat me like a pet at home. Jagged scars on my back memories of your love.
Only meant for us to see, Right?
3. Used to be scared of his belt till I tasted your kiss. It eats me from inside out and leaves me torn.
Trapped in your elegant world, in your embrace so tight it killed my every dream.
Like the gold jewelry from Valentine. Alluring and heavy.
4. Used to be scared of his voice till I heard your laugh. Honey, I fell for it before I even knew you. Smooth and unrestrained, engraving it on every marble wall.
5. Used to be scared of his stares until I faced your smile, kept me frozen in a daze. Silent but brutal.
One minute you kissed me like you meant it, just to treat me like the sand underneath your feet.
6.Used to be scared of you until I knew the location of the key.
The beginning of my downfall. Chucky's atonement.
Was it the taunting stares
The feelings repressed
The betrayal by a friend
The weight of sacrifice
The promise of Abba
Did you give it up all
Eloi Rama.. Rama..
Was it the burden
The sin upon you thrust
Was there still hope
Was it fear of being castoff
Was it worth My Lord..
Was the sacrifice worth..
An atonement for all sin
Till eternity for all times..
Yet we escape not trials
Yet a throne of judgement
Stands awaiting the trumpets
As mercy upon us
Like dew fall..
Mercy throne we beseech
Deal with us like sons
Heirs of life by grace
Rabbi do teach us
Whisper in our darkening hearts
An awakening of the we spirit
A fellowship with the One yes
My Lord in right and wrong
I still am sandwiched in choice
For the moment, we pause needless striving
That dear friends, includes habit of thinking
Shedding fears and guilt needing atonement
Rekindling instead, innate bliss quotient
Shifting into joy stream, celebrating
Life is fleeting, yet struggle unending
Oh hermit, live fully, time’s-a-wasting
Discard the ego urge for attainment
For the moment
Pause to smell the roses, soul uplifting
Smile at the stranger, our hearts expanding
Shift into staid stillness, in contentment
Bliss within renews, without abatement
Is-ness of being-ness scintillating
For the moment
22-February-2021