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It begins with the breath, a simple, rising tide,
The only clock that tells the honest truth.
It asks you, for a moment, to reside
Beyond the reaching hunger of your youth.
To sit within the center of the storm,
And watch the lightning strike without a flinch,
To let the tangled thoughts begin to form,
But never let them gain a single inch.
It takes a hunter’s patience, still and deep,
To track the way the light falls on the wall,
To wake the senses from their heavy sleep
And hear the silence underneath it all.
It is the scattering of your burdens on the floor,
Not casting them away, but letting go,
To stand before a wide and windowed door,
Content to simply watch the river flow.
You must be gentle with the wandering mind,
As one would guide a lamb back to the fold;
To leave the bitter stresses far behind,
And trade your iron chains for threads of gold.
For mindfulness is not a mountain peak,
Nor some elusive prize you have to find—
It is the very stillness that you seek,
The quiet home you carry in your mind.
My best guess is that it was some 20 years ago that
the number 100 represented years I wanted to live.
This was my request to The Lord, adding that I would
like to revisit the matter then to see if I wanted to
live beyond 100. It was a prayer of simplicity without
conditions, declarations, decrees, or qualifications.
It was all about longevity, legacy, serving God and
humanity. At that point, the matter was closed.
A few years ago, as I was sharing my longevity dream
with a friend, he countered with the fact that he'd
rather not live that long. For Bob, about 85 years
would suffice.
So, I concluded that I needed to revisit The Lord with
an amendment granting me 'a healthy 100 years'. Having
included that caveat, I then felt much better about 100.
I must say that my friend's comment about being both
aged and healthy was a sobering one of which I took
serious note.
When I look across the horizon of our shattered world
and the challenges to be faced, issues personal, foreign,
and domestic that refuse to be silenced, there is a toss
and turn in my spirit. Although inconclusive with second
thoughts, I'm still inclined toward a climb to 100.
062023PS.
Invisible yet invincible
By Michelle Morris
17/10/2021
A tender moment
between a mother and her babe
nuzzling for nourishment
creating a bond so great
Beyond comprehension
invisible yet invincible
forever in consciousness
forever merged hearts and souls
Forged in blood
in late night feedings
early morning greetings
roundabouts and swings
More tender moments
a lifetime of promises
searching for individuality
whilst wanting to stay bonded
Relationship milestones
time marches on
age makes no difference
to a mother's protective arms
Always in touch
no distance can erase
telepathy brings
emotions to the surface
Nothing is stronger
more gentle
more right
than the bond between
a mother
and
her child
© Michelle Morris, 2021
There are times when, faced with the shadows
I realize the need to kneel on all fours
To ask for redemption, for salvation
Why for even a ray of liberation
Only God can save my soul
None other than Him can bring it to a stall
The might of the devil, the dark forces
Those agents giving humanity no choices!
They showed themselves to me once,
Scared, I got lost in their dark trance
Scared at the sight of bright eyes
Staring at me as if wishing to shower on me, cruelties!
I was made to see the dark side of existence
Faced with them I lost all my stance
How ugly were they those little men, how disgusting
So ugly that they deserve not any describing!
Having no hands, no teeth and no heads,
On human hearts, they allow themselves to be fed
Cold blooded and frightening
They are beyond any imagining!
Scary moments, what is unreal for some people
Are for me that which can make me tremble
Yet, the merciful hand of God cures everything,
With one swipe of the hand, he had me, once more, in joyful living!
Scary moments, I wish not to relive them again
For they bring me not any gain nor any pain
But they can rob me of my stability
Fear is indeed a thing to be kept away from abidingly!
The wind is all I've got now
Careless glimpses without heed
Burrow deep into the crowds
Like staggering footsteps
On the lonely coasts,
That had never been treaded on before..
Waves like strangers
Wash them away,
And so I wonder, why? where?
The safest place for my soul,
By the furious ocean,
Horizon sings to me:
'The Song of Ecstasy!'
Peeping, glittering from beyond;
I sit on the rocks,
That are stronger than the single mother
Who had lost her child
One rainy night:
They have been caressed
By the first drops of rain
That ever fell on Mother Earth
And as Time raped Her,
The waves of Her tears
Battered their silence to patience.
A squash of the coldness
At my barefeet
Dwindling like a dead serpent
Deceived from poison,
Serves an unusual joy..
Blood and life have been drained
And all Im left with is
A wrap of flesh, over a skeleton
Turning to dust.
A treasure-chest nursing my secrets
Mauled from the core of my happiness;
Rusts under the sun.
The encounter with the wind,
Like an oscillating rush
Completes my hollowness.
As I weep silently
The ocean wants my tears;
She promises to grow up with it,
I smile.
The day had come to an end
And so have I,
I rise above the horizon
Along the sun setting into it,
The gleaming rays burn my peels off
Bare and hurt
I choose to fall,
Freely into the furious waves
Only to grow up with the ocean
Into nothingness.
Written: April 28, 2026
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To those who weigh the world in chromatic chains, I say:
I am not a color—
not a cast, not a cloak,
not a fleeting film of oak.
I am the quiet quiddity beneath,
the breath before breath,
the ember behind the eyes.
I am not an appearance.
I am an essence—
the amaranthine spark,
the zoetic whisper stark
woven through the body’s brief art.
In my heart
lie folds of forgotten fire,
hollows of hidden hymns,
vaults of velvet silence
where old sorrows soften
and new mercies rise.
In my heart
a city of longings glows—
no red lines,
no barred borders —
no gates to guard the beloved.
All beloved ones dwell there,
all beloved ones,
their names like amber incense,
their laughter a lissome litany
lifting through luminous streets.
In my heart
An olive grove whispers—
It's glittery silver leaves,
with seraphic screams
glued to laden drinking,
from wells of ancient fruits.
In my heart.
The green homeland is blooming —
a haven of eternal thrive
a world where every soul
is seed and soil,
pilgrim and place,
origin and return.
The body is a prison which hold the mind bound
Escape is ones eye unseen through sight and unheard sound
Everything you see is not all there is what the unseen eye saw
So much there is to miss
If you only use eye or ear
You are missing half you hear
Only thing to you back is fear
A mind falls from the stars
Woven together sewn with the scars
Both becomes a part of a soul
Yet forever he will never be whole
Feels maybe he has no, one
Eever to feel he'll never be done
Most are a single soul
Which make one whole
When two live together in one there will never be no one.
It's not easy or fun
See beyond what is seen when saw
Always mis understood by any understood law
A big flaw
They mis interpret when he says no one
The boy is forever undone
Seeing others as they are what they felt left him a scar
Sometimes far beyond his sight he saw
That all heart were made of straw
People that spoke with a twisted word
Were often loudly heard
Torn and uncertain
he placed a glass curtain
Between himself and all
Sometimes it was hard not to fall
The one that was two. he had no one
Sights unseen by an open eye he saw all the
Sights he wished unseen
Their hearts made his feel unclean
painfully lacking in social understanding to be one of the others they interweave as if they were one and the same
It was the falling star that was to to blame
But like these words I write the web with words
Im weaving.
I only want to be what others be I still have no one but two in one having no one
This is no fun
Louder world but lonely life
Be wise young youth
Don’t die young
Everything you see on social media
Is not all true
Out there online a lot of people are faking there life style
They live a louder life online
While they have a lonely life at home
So be careful for what you wish for
Oh young youth
All that glitters are not gold brother
Louder world but lonely life
So many of you youths have lost your ways in life
You follow people with empty messages
People who make you feel proud but for nothing
People whose life are fake
People whose personal life are a calamity
Yet out there on line they look flashy and wealthy
Life is beyond what you see on social media
Be careful for what you wish for young youth
All that glitters are not gold
As thy shadows cast gloom over my eyes,
I feel my heart pounding faster inside,
Telling myself I can't live by these lies,
Wondering if times shall change this low tide.
Searching for an answer, I lay and wait,
Aware only of thy pain that remains,
Leaving my heart and soul to their own fate,
I turn to you for comfort ‘til this wanes.
For in your eyes, I lose myself it seems,
Needing only your time and your sweet smile,
When I'm with you, it's beyond any dreams,
Please tell me you will stay just for a while.
Together we'll find the answers we're due,
All I need to know is that I have you.
My song shall not stop;
Even though my time is up,
And the mike is off
And I'm removed from the stage to the off
stage.
An itinerant singer:
Even though my trip and toils cease;
And I'm left with no blank sheet
And my pen stops to flow ink,
My songs shall not stop;
I shall continue to sing.
A man doesn't die;
Though the tent is deserted;
Residential bird escapes to the firmaments;
Dust returns to dust and feed the worms.
But I shall yet live again
For in mortality dwells immortality.
I'm a writer, I shall not die.
I'm a God's son, I shall not die.
At night, the sun shall go to rest;
Darkness from the face of heavens shall fall;
But then, the glory of the moon and stars shall rise.
If unable to live as long as time and season
I shall yet, in this work, continue to live
Shall continue to write
In the blank sheets of your heart.
Shall continue to sing melodies
To the ready ears of your inner child.
Shall continue to paint your mental skies
With the colour of rainbow.
A life there is after death.
At brink of the earth's extinction,
In the other side of the blue sea,
Beyond the stretch of the horizon beyond;
Where the sky and the blue sea blend-
Life continues to be.