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When I wash dishes
I look out at my bird feeder,
noticing which political species are best at cooperating,
easy democratic process,
remaining focused on collective nutritional energy gains,
"we're all in this together" feathers of kin kind
And, which are more elitist,
not so good with sharing a modestly seeded pot;
blue jays predatively pecking,
crows taking over with raucous self-appointed authority,
ganging up against non-supremacists
preferring win/win democratic health.
But, this morning's meditation
looks over at a nearby large bush,
now January cold barren brown
camouflage, more than shelter,
for local birds of all species
waiting their feeding turn,
frightened by my neighbor's cat
or a hawk flying ominously overhead
or human noises leaking through my windows.
This small bird sanctuary,
Or is it an asylum?...
Perhaps both, depending on the bird,
harbors those waiting,
patiently, impatiently,
How would I know?
for their turn at their nutrition tower,
their seed Commons,
their energy media feeding station,
local source for economic and political exchange,
gossip,
social busyness.
Each bird flies back and forth,
some dressed in drab everyday,
others more business-ready flashy,
but all conjoining waves of flowing energy
in-between asylum bush
and open season feeding sanctuary.
Sometimes listeners and watchers,
and then short-flight toward feeders,
communicants
receiving sacred wafers,
seeds,
investments in cooperative multiculturing futures,
gifts of a generous green Earth.
Then,
suddenly,
they are gone.
The feeder Commons
abandoned.
My meditative hiding
and curiously waiting medicine bush
bereft of waving winged energy
breathing in and out,
feathered wings up and down.
Time to go back home
to more private nests
thoughts
feelings,
or, perhaps
to visit my neighbor's cooperative feeder,
another decaffeinated sanctuary
outside his own warm interior asylum.
I don't want Aliens
buying U.S. business,
but please stand back
while I buy up all your cheapest busyness
for International Made In America Trumpism.
Colonialism,
like Trumpism,
should work only one way,
which,
as everybody of importance knows,
is my imperialistic,
not much empirical,
Royal Way.
I also don't want your poor
and uneducated immigrants,
and certainly not their ungainly families,
but please keep your rabble back
while I visit your capital investments
to infest my glorious smog
embracing short-lived climates of pathology.
Enculturation,
like facts,
should only work
Made in Triumphalist U.S. way,
and if anything were ever true blue and White,
and not at all red, patriotic made,
it is my great transitional
ecopolitical
Trumpian UnHealthCare Way.
Brain scans
A brain scan is viewed
and seems to record
the busyness of a brain
most independent and active..
A brain viewed as creator
with the scan recording the
colors and shapes..as this
electrical flesh originates our
minds and our lives..
However..we are invited to pause
and experience a revolution..
a revolution of reversal:
a top-down point of view replacing
an old and worn bottom-up..
Consciousness-only is napping
and dreaming of you and me
as we live our bottom-up lives..
on a promising day..a new
point of view finally dawns:
top-down is a gift of freedom..
we are shocked to find that
we are the one napping
and dreaming of breakfast and
jewels and brain scans...
~CC
The next day,
Filled,
With the dreams,
Of uncompleted history,
Promises hope,
And time,
Except,
You have things to do,
Others need you,
Depending,
Requiring,
For their absolutes,
You are a means,
To their end,
A helpful partner,
To their process,
You drift,
Through the day,
The week,
The year,
Even the leaves,
Get their days,
Of green and yellow,
But not you,
You wait,
You muddle,
Bask in the glory,
Of busyness,
So active you are,
Getting things done,
Truth teases,
Scratching,
At the closet door,
It hangs,
Unwrinkled,
Waiting to be worn,
Because it was made,
Just for you,
It's comfy,
Regal, even,
The world awaits,
Your cloak,
Your stroll,
Down the runway,
To record,
What's to come,
And that's your dream,
A designer's sample,
The glimpse,
That tells the story,
The next day,
You are scheduled,
To appear,
Present your case,
No jury,
No judge,
No verdict,
An opening argument,
Your evidence,
Which validates,
You,
Being,
Here,
Wasn't a waste after all.
(10/14/02)
I can hear footsteps walking on the shores and the waves
rumbling from door to door looking for the stranger
in its midst who has the heart to forgive and
the pelican with its long beak searching earnestly
for something amusing to eat. I can hear the door bells ringing
And the stranger singing while the truth with its open guts
rises slowly with the morning sun looking at destiny smiling
I can hear the mad waves over yonder bashing against the anchor
penetrating the dark corners where the ellipse has closed in
The distance keeps rolling by waiting for the midnight cry that resonates with the stranger singing in the midst
It is that feeling that you get when courage is flying high in the air
and hope is wrapped up where destiny is bound
And the day with all its busyness opens the doors for winter gladness
the sorrows of yesterday is already passed and gone and
the skies have breathe a sigh of relief for the bold
stranger whose heart has opened the globe.
As we journey through our daily lives, it can be easy to get caught up in the busyness and distractions of the things of this world. However, as one who TRUST is in the LORD, we are called to live a life that is pleasing to God.
Today, let us reflect on the powerful verses from the book of Ephesians that reminds us of this important calling.
Ephesians 1:3-10 saying, (NIV)
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who HAS blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ…”
Reflection:
Paul encourages us to continue living in a way that pleases God. These verses reminds us that God has already blessed us in the heavenly realms with EVERY spiritual blessing in Christ. We have been adopted to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with His pleasure and will, to the praise of His glorious grace, which He has freely given us in the one He loves. In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the RICHES of God’s grace that He LAVISHED on us. With all wisdom and understanding, He made known to us the mystery of His will according to His good pleasure, which He purposed in Christ, to be put into effect when the times reach their fulfillment to bring unity to all things in HEAVEN and on EARTH under Christ.
Prayer:
Dear heavenly Father, help us to always seek to please You in all that we do. Give us the strength and wisdom to make choices that honor You and reflect Your love to those around us. May our lives be a testimony of Your grace and goodness.
Action Step:
Today, take some time to reflect on your daily choices and actions. Are you living in a way that pleases God? Ask the Holy Spirit to guide you in making decisions that align with God's will. Let us strive to live each day with a heart that seeks to honor and glorify our Heavenly Father.
I hope and pray that what I am trying to say makes sense to you who are listening. Tell me your thoughts on this matter and may your day continue being blessed.
I'm older now, older than most expect
and looking back I must confess
there are some things I do regret.
These senior years suddenly become
life's intermission,
the chance for last admissions.
The busyness of youth and wanting to grow up
filled the years with so much unnecessary stuff,
now, I can say - enough.
Before the years take hold
and our age gets for too old
my mind and heart must reveal the truths be told.
You were and are still
the love of my life, my soulmate that thrilled
every battle we shared up and down hill.
So now at last you know
the something I forgot to tell you as time flows
I love you so.
What's your schedule these days?
too busy eh? filled with things!
with people busyness just everything
want to fly away put on your wings
The heart is the centre of each one
it needs filling with the right thing
for a void is left is left feels so empty
but God calls out come to your king
Give the Lord your full attention
let your heart be connected with his
in prayer and worship for it's his due
every day seek to make it your bis
Dwell in his presence so sweet
meditate on Jesus constantly abide
for only Christ can make you full
trust the saviour in him confide
The Lord calls you out with a plea
please spend more time with me
my love for you knows no bounds
it was for you I died on Calvary's tree
('Glory in his holy name;
let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice!
Seek the Lord and his strength;
seek his presence continually!
Remember the wondrous works that he has done,
his miracles, and the judgments he uttered,')
Psalm 105: 3-5 (esv)
Just yesterday
the hours filled up with busyness and play
that hurry, scurry effort of getting things done
each and every moment of the day.
First comes spring upon the softest wind
then summer followed by autumn rushing in
and we wonder why the seasons run
as winter sets the time to begin.
The years of our youth
strained at every unwritten or unspoken truth
and in the tempest toss of our early years
we look ahead for proofs beyond the laughter and tears.
How quickly time erases yesterday
and everything we experienced in our midlife haze
while on the shelf today never stays
and tomorrow seems so far away.
We linger in our moments
those indescribable feelings and emotional torrents
waiting on the dreams and hopes of tomorrow
to find ourselves above the joys and sorrows.
Tomorrow Contest of Edward Ibeh
11/21/2018
I say
I'm resting my eyes
but as the darkness overwhelms me,
my mind races full of thought and images.
In this solitude of darkness
even the silence makes a noise
tapping at my brain
and whispering in my ears.
I fight to keep out the world
and its busyness of nonsense
listening to the quiet of inner peace
with warm sun on my face burning my soul.
With a deep inhaled breath
even heartbeat
tends to slow its pace
and the clock ceases to tick.
I feel and embrace the quiet solitude
as it surrounds and envelopes me
taking it all in,
I am free.