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Neither desire nor aversion
Meditation our immersion
Conditioned beliefs discarded
Hymns we hum are our own version.
Beyond the pull of grief or passion
Stillness becomes our single fashion
Old dogmas fade to illusory smoke
Thought refined in silent action
The quiet heart where truth resides
We drift beyond the shifting tides
Unbound by dogma, free from fear
Pure freedom where the self decides
No empty gods to now appease
No shadows crawling on their knees
The mind awakes to raw design
Unshackled from ancient decrees
We weave the light from inner flame
No longer playing in their game
Our sacred origin revealed
A holy song without a name
Atatine .00999 parts per million
Enough to power four continents
With my Matron Disstule Generator
One ounce can power enough energy
For one large city They laughed at my
Science and ridiculed my beliefs I offered
them money, they said it was evil.
I trick them by giving them pallidium
Knowing they would have to use me to
refine it. Fair, fair, I was fair I asked for
there lands to began mining. I made them
Wealthy people When some refused the deal
I smiled and walked away And one night
I heard the gossip of cackling hens, speaking
Of me as foolish and how they wished to exploit
Me. I created the Scarecrow in response. My
Need to exist before all others. My wife lefted
divorced me and married my enemy. One July
Fourth she came to visit me crying.Asking me
to again trust her. She had fallen on hard times
I took her in, for months it was like when we
Married. One night I was in the warehouse and
I heard giggles, I tiptoed to we're the noise was
and there she was standing . I asked her what
she was doing there she dropped her robe to
Inside me. I went to her and suddenly a large
Man grabbed me. I woke up tied to a chair in my
House She and her husband making love before
Me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my
Neutron fazor. And then suddenly to my surprise
Through the wall he came to rescue me, My Scarecrow,
My Scarecrow had come to life!
Listening to Edgar Allan Poe
Amazing! (see below)
from Edgar Allan Poe
early 19th century..
we await this awakening
today!
switching of identities
sometime in our lifetime
is the one and only
purpose we have..
Jehovah replaces Man
as felt identity..
beliefs are cast aside
and our activities
are activities of That
which we are...
Think that the sense of individual identity will be gradually merged in the general consciousness—that Man, for example, ceasing imperceptibly to feel himself Man, will at length attain that awfully triumphant epoch when he shall recognize his existence as that of Jehovah. In the meantime bear in mind that all is Life—Life—Life within Life—the less within the greater, and all within the Spirit Divine."
- Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)
Eureka: A Prose Poem
As churches close their doors
Walking away from the penetrating grace
Reigning down on hearts and souls
Who know God’s love brings the fuel
To light the candle, the blazing flame
Of faith that will never go away
As people begin to lose their hope
Leaving the steadfast joy and peace
Felt by those who listen to His word
Preached by those who know He is
With us, within us, leading us to be
Guiding lights, salt of the earth
As tears fall silent against smooth skin
Weakening wills who have promised
Their praise of the Father who lives
Far away, in the heavens, where love grows
More alive, more potent, than it has
Ever been before – trickling gentle sobs
As shadows darken the brilliance
Of a light so alive, so tender and willing
To give the heart a part of God’s mercy
Filling up thoughts with His loveliness
Singing soft whispers of promises
There abides a spark, glowing like wildfire
As life takes us to new places, new dreams
There are pieces of our senses, our beliefs
Flickering, quiet embers – of prayers, faith
Believing that His light is always there, alive
Living within the spirit where He is a friend
The keeper of the flame – redemption’s gift
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Keeper of the Flame
March 7, 2022
Running Alone
Within a crowded world, I lived my life alone.
Some dreams were fulfilled in unexpected ways.
Often, I believed I’d found my true calling,
yet reality unfolded differently.
I existed in the sheltered confines of my truth—
the road, the pain, the silent games of survival
in a sometimes hateful America.
Disappointment etched on faces,
three years to secure a decent job,
odds and ends to make ends meet.
I recall an agency assignment:
a two-year-old toddler without ears.
Her white parents, handed a challenge,
failed to change their ways.
When lunchtime arrived, they said,
“Step outside to eat; we’re Jewish.”
I listened, smiled, and walked away,
never to return.
Racism, pain, and low expectations—
I vowed that no white person would feel
what I felt that day. I quit the agency,
guided by my grandfather’s wisdom.
Sanity demanded distance from those
who’d deny my humanity.
And so, I moved forward,
my black hands never again touching
that white baby.
For I had lived my life alone,
seen it, and flushed it from my mind.
In this world of bigots,
I stood firm, resilient, and unyielding.
A bigot, intolerant of differing beliefs,
could not break my spirit.
The moon I was told is my uncle,
from days when I was in the cradle,
they showed me the moon to make me eat,
other distractions like birds that tweet.
So grew up to believe moon was male,
one day brighter another day pale,
I even drew moustache on his face,
and manly spectacles on his gaze.
Many stories told under his rays,
cuddling to granny in good old days,
how he would watch over us every night,
except nights when he was out of sight!
When in love we looked up to the Moon,
his waxing, waning kept us in tune,
he lit our hearts with romantic thoughts,
we loved his smile, mysterious spots.
Poets many have changed Moon’s sex at will,
to suit situations and their quill,
from Arabs to Greeks he, she or it,
my Uncle moon doesn’t care a bit!
He continues to glow, reflect Sun,
and he takes a bow when its all done,
generations have been and perished,
Moon will always be loved and cherished!
To confirm my beliefs, asked my friend,
clever school teacher from the street end,
He said I was right, to prove it soon,
he showed me picture of Ban ki-Moon!
Premier contest winner (6)
Written 6/Aug/2021
is the Moon male or female or both poetry contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
9 syllables each line!
San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
11/4/2022
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Author: W.B. YEATS
White Out!
'Tis Parashas Yisro,
Consummate Ger,
Outside snow,
Inside aware,
Of everything's glow,
He, I "Gerim" (Converts) & today's weather dare,
To Overturn the "Status Quo",
Questioning bares each layer!
Yisro's denial of Pharoah,
My hesitant beliefs came bare,
Nature's kneed of ghost dough,
Share they all Rare...
Becomings, "Being in the Now",
Breathing fresh air,
Showering snows endow,
Smiles and feelings fair,
A greeting of "Ciao!"
Yisro saw & heard with care,
Refusing to blindly march in tow,
Brave to square,
Brazen Hot Air blow,
Yearning to repair,
A Human soul cry of "Oh No!"
Have you ever had your life, flash before your eyes?
Has your heart ever stopped, bringing forth your demise?
Have you been in total darkness with nobody around?
Did you fall down that tunnel, where there was no sound?
Have you been to that place, that is just in between?
The land of the living and that of the unseen.
Have you felt total peace as all of your pain left?
Did you think about others that you left bereft?
We all have ideas of what lies beyond.
There are many ideas and beliefs that have spawned.
You will know for sure on the day that you die.
We will all see the truth, in a blink of the eye.
In the vast universe of crowd around
One forgets to feel his own presence and charm
Everything else seem so perfect and impeccable
One does not value his own potential and worth
But,when one realizes his inner self
He understands his soul and worth
He starts to love himself
Fearing no lies and betrayal
Though the world is full of lies and fallacies
The inner self knows,what he is
No one can fool him with a fake smile
Once he follows the path of wisdom
In solitude, one feels his value
Understanding, what he seeks
Loving thyself is the greatest feeling
The worth of which,nobody can rate
When one understands his thoughts and beliefs
He knows,what he actually needs
The emotions and feelings that the heart holds
In search of inner self, one can know
One understands what he believes and why
Does not need any approval from others to survive...