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I love celebrating the big moments in our life while we’re alive on planet Earth….
birthdays…weddings…family reunions…holidays and births.
These big moment are special to us…we know exactly what they mean…
but there’s also a place within my heart for all those little moments in between.
A morning walk to watch the sun rise on a shore devoid of crowds…
listening to the rhythm of the waves while the sunlight paints the clouds.
Sitting down to breakfast together…doing crosswords…watching the morning news…
getting all excited about a new ’T’ shirt…or a brand new pair of shoes.
Taking a ride to buy the best key lime cookies which we may or may not share…
sitting together in silent contentment knowing the other person’s there.
Receiving a text from our children or grandchildren…any time…day or night….
which always brings a smile….knowing they took the time to write.
Watching the sun set back into the water…drawing peace signs in the dirt…
listening to the rain…having ice cream for dessert…
Yesterday was a day of little moments…no big moments of which I am aware…
but in the midst of these little moments…I found much comfort there.
I believe these little moments…where life and living coincide…
is where, if we are lucky…our joy and happiness reside.
Yes, I love celebrating the big moments…
what they represent and all they’e come to mean….
but I am convinced what gives life its meaning and its beauty…
are all those little moments…in between.
Born free, we remain unbound, if we choose
Look now at mind body, without excuse
Endowed with senses five, mind and our heart
On an as is where is basis, thus start
Freedom and bliss, the purpose of our muse
We look around, at the world of transience
Feel helpless in fierce winds and turbulence
We would, if we could, be in centred calm
Ignorant to where lies, the healing balm
In despair silent, in void of silence
Having surrendered thoughts and senses five
Deep into cave of our heart, we do dive
Whereupon caressed by the joy current
Slowly awakens our love sentiment
All nodes within, to music of soul jive
Our loving heart spacial and toroidal
Centre of form, viewed geometrical
Three chakras are below and three above
The Star of David; our loving peace dove
Dwelling within, behold Gods miracle
Suffice to mention, heart centre births bliss
Rapture in renewal, divine caress
As we align therein with our conscience
Becoming love enabled in permanence
Nestled in tranquil calm, nothing amiss
Oh hermit! Know that love alone is real
Heart lotus blooms, allowing us to feel
Gods presence within, as we be so breathed
Negate now, oh hermit, ego borne greed
Blissful compassion has boundless appeal
25-February-2021
(syllabic rhyme)
Heart Harp Harmony poetry contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
wealth prosperity abundance not synonymous
accumulation leads to conceit of rich
complex opulence
dualism anxiety
inferior-superior byzantines
wealth increases mentality illusions
fierce finance hoarding arise
this happens only in material plain
having does not guarantee prosperity
second always embrace aspects of being
relationship and active community —
when prosperity focused
simplicity flows, transparency results
philanthropic outlook gives
circulates
flourishes self and others
breath within breath clear
core strengthens
organically
prosperity, abundance a potency
in mentality
subtle vibrations move heart
slowed frequencies develop
transmuting third dimensional character
increases focus on spiritual as
starting point
abide quietly, knowing
abundance moves each sand grain
ear of wheat, water atom
every thread of chromosome
it moves in circles
live spirals in human flesh
giving back to family, community
ultimately to divine
fresh moulds are circulated
dances authentic
powers stability, serenity, peace
contentment births clarity
of godly purpose
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Ekphrasis on Album Cover Art – 3-28-25
Jericho Road – Written, sung, recorded by poet
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Thinking About Jericho Road
A road with no name, where earth births stillborn stones,
Snakes through stillness
Into a fading perspective that neither winks nor smiles
Not touching impotent palms of bleached fronds,
Colored in the scent of cold ashes,
To whisper a chorus of mystery
To saints and sinner
In shades of hard steel
And colors of monotony on this threadbare path.
Blank road devoid of thought,
A monorhyme of barren greys and dust
Without imagination,
Makes no covenants with curses or blessings
Kings or pilgrims
Or with the fragile flower
Changeless except to remain
One moment held by time, that knows each name,
Without a star, only an invitation for resurrection.
Idea searches for perseverance,
And smiles upon the hopeful beams of your mind
Chasing all traces of doubt with a heart ablaze
Idea will marvel at what others find in you ordinary
She will laugh at ignorant insult spat your way
Will humiliate the lazy lockjaw
The lividly caged lark,
Who speaks only to trip your feet with its dead coercion
Lose sleep in the glory of this truth,
That when Idea finds you,
Idea will be ever grateful
Ever indebted
And always open
Will always listen,
And never fight without righteous reason
Drape your arms around what has slipped away,
For it is so that the thought, the desire yet still exists!
Press your opening upon the surface of the unattainable,
And in time, the impossible will search for your own lips
Embryonic in its humble development,
Deliberate, maturing in its transformation
As you feed anxiously, forming new inspirations,
As you tread upon unusual waters that dare to suck the muscle from your soul
As you find meaning to the muck of my mastery
Know this:
Idea will end your enemies’ reign with each glimmer of every star
And in a moment, Idea will bring you and I closer
Fervidly, knowingly, and effectively
So that we may labor through many pleasurable births
To keep her smile alive forever
We assign no meaning to bliss that hums,
brought forth when polarities tango dance,
for though we’re complete it seems soul becomes,
the light of Self, free from hypnotic trance.
Bemused by illusions and lost in lust,
the ego is but a blood sucking leech,
so cravings of body-mind we mistrust
and the grace of God earnestly beseech.
Ceasing thinking, relying on feeling,
we befriend silence, resting the thought crutch,
that Holy Spirit may begin healing,
our deluded soul as we learn by touch.
In timeless time, past tendencies refined,
pristine presence becomes divine aligned.
Pristine presence becomes divine aligned,
enabled on head melding with the heart,
whence playing our life role as God assigned,
ego dies as fears and desires depart.
As cravings recede and love takes the lead,
breath by breath we watch form metamorphose
and as bliss pheromones begin to breed,
we exude the scent of a fragrant rose.
Living internally, we yet exist,
without agenda, vibrant and carefree,
our luminous presence now a bliss mist,
pure awareness unshackled from mind’s tree.
Thus without any doing done at all,
shining as the light of Self, we stand tall.
Shining as the light of Self, we stand tall,
resplendent in the glory of God’s light,
centred always in love’s benign bliss squall,
we merge with the source that births heart’s delight.
Though life’s pulse is dual, our eye’s single,
thus we are within but not of the world,
heartbeat a bliss spasm, we feel each tingle,
delighted as flag of love is unfurled.
In this lucid dream already impulsed,
magnetism being flavour of our muse,
as light is imbibed and darkness repulsed,
scent of love from our pores begins to ooze.
God’s divine magnetism in our heart strums;
we assign no meaning to bliss that hums.
Unorthodox grace
is not limited to restoring healthy face
that your ***** sexual wealthy place
is not your disgrace;
Deviation from hetero-statistical means
is your sacred gift
from EarthQueen
Outstanding difference
is not only
and always
your heavy depleting responsibility;
but also your socially enlightened
and culturally empowering opportunity.
We are not illegitimately unknown
and excommunicated
first and foremost by seed planters
overruling births that could not feel more legitimate
to those innocently born
and those giving graced birth
through organic solidarity--
graced labor rights
of compassionate re-creation.
We are also not legitimately known
by who or what we hate;
But we can become redeemed
by who and what we love.
We may have no more choice
about who
and what
and when
and where
and why
and how we express love
than choice to respond with awe
and wonder,
or boredom
and disdain,
to Earth's natural inspiring
holistic spirited Beauty
Truths of trusted grace
Revisited each dawn and dusk,
each spring and autumn,
each ocean surf and mountain breeze,
each deepening sea and elevating land,
each plant and harvest,
each beginning and ending
empowering light and dark muses
Of graced beauty
which feels racing true
and recasting healthy,
of the highest
and deepest EarthMother legitimacy,
for safest
universally uniting resilience,
Resonantly robust
multicolored wealth
of unorthodox mind
embodied grace.
The Bible told us that the Earth is round when people thought it was flat.
People were afraid of falling off the Earth but the Bible contradicted that.
The Bible told us that the world is round in Job 22:14.
And Isaiah 40:22 is another verse where this can be seen.
When people discovered that the world is round, the Bible already told us that a long time before their births.
In the book of Isaiah, it says "It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the Earth."
People discovered that the Earth is round as they looked through telescopes and saw the Earth's shadow on the moon.
If more people had read the Bible, they would've known hundreds of years earlier that the Earth is round like a balloon.
This proves that the Holy Bible is authentic and that people didn't read it enough way back then.
We need to read the Bible more now than ever before because our world has been consumed by sin.
It is the Earth.
A living piece of clay, sculpted from stars and darkness,
A cosmic wound, silent yet full of echoes.
On its body, rivers carve maps of time,
And its mountains, like petrified prayers,
Rise toward a sky that does not answer.
It asks for nothing but gives everything.
From its boiling depths,
It nourishes the life that has forgotten it.
From its hard stones, it births soft places
For its children to tread upon.
Yet each step, each strike of the plow,
Is a fresh wound on its ancient skin.
It watches, in its immense silence,
How its children harm it,
How they squander its gifts,
How they shatter its body for fleeting dreams.
And still, it does not resist.
It endures, a mute witness to its own tragedy,
Knowing that time will always turn its face back.
The Earth is not just a planet;
It is an untold story, a hidden heart beneath the rocks,
A suffering concealed in silence.
The fire within its depths does not burn from anger
But from the will to continue.
It knows that humans,
Those who tread so carelessly upon its chest,
Are transient.
It existed before them,
And it will remain after they are gone.
It does not hate them, though it has the right,
It does not punish them, though it has the power.
For it is pure patience,
A silence deeper than any prayer.
When the last human says farewell,
When their noise becomes a memory,
It will remain.
Not because it is unscarred,
But because its pain is eternal,
As is its forgiveness.
The Earth is silent, but in its silence
Lies the entire meaning of life and death.
It is the cradle and the grave,
And in it, all is born
And all returns.
In the quiet of my heart's own keep,
Secrets whisper where shadows sleep,
Echoes of pain, lessons learnt along the way
In the fabric of solitude, truth comes alive.
In the middle of the night when darkness looms,
The flicker of light from the moon kisses the walls of this small room
Reveals that in sorrow’s gentle hold, gratitude blooms.
Alone, yet not, in this dance of life,
Each moment’s pain births a hidden chance,
To see the grace in every tear cried in my solitude,
To find the joy that lives near when I feel alone.
So I walk with a heart unburdened and free,
Understanding better what it means to be,
To cherish the small fruits of life,
To love the sound of silence and truth,
With optimism’s light, I see anew.