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Ho’oponopono
forgiveness a virtue
virtue an attribute
requiring identity
needing healing
thus choosing
forgiveness
as a tool
no matter
Ho’oponopono forgiveness prayer
has four seemingly easy steps
softening attention in silence
first of all we say ‘I am sorry’
ouch!
many stuck at the first step
conceding we have erred
making hearts asunder
for what matters the truth
if love itself stands abandoned
we pause
reflecting that we are all one
the one we love is in anguish
leap out! reach out in embrace
brooking not for an instant, delay
say, say, please say, ‘I am sorry’
load lightens
our heart begins to tremulously smile
vibrationally, we draw near our love
‘please forgive me, my dear heart’
simply know this: ‘I love you!’
then, the quietus
having stepped forward into the mist
suffused with God’s love vibrations
in gratitude we say ‘thank you!’
lingering for eternity thus
time dissolves
the void of oneness alone remains
pulsating with omnipotent power
our lower ego mind vaporises
we accept all as they are
transcending the need
to forgive, because
there is no one
here within
save love
02-May-2021
Mans search for meaning consists oF
A continuous physiological self pleasing ratiO
Nurtured enough to create a self sufficient environment foR
Safe living anywhere, this is needed for him to develop a momentuM
Satisfying human interaction with others with a positive attitudE
Essentially, understanding the needs of others demonstrating a personA
Attributing to the advancement of mankind even with the smallest plaN
Reaching personal goals that benefit his life's meaning of I
Conceding to his true reality I and his self actualizatioN
Harmony ensues creating a balance essential to life's beinG
Mans search for meaning
George Washington Set Potus Precedent...no lie
trumped hill re: by a bill yon votes
and bridged tradition (Abe Lee) linkedin
to present president; biden his time
trying to build back better
suspended crumbling infrastructure
hallmark of United States
transportation superhighways
tied railed planks
successfully spanned across country.
This revolutionary fella preceded by
Adams family patriarch giving rise
twin heir (plain lee gifted "Renaissance
Man") Jeff force'n without hemming
and hawing, (nevertheless sallying forth)
subsequently conceding nexus,
(nor horse drawn Lexus) of Colonial
power to Madison, thence Monroe
buttoned up as suitable candidate after
which younger Adams elected.
Thirty four followed Jackson's club
trumpeting (some Obama nib bully)
bushwhacking their way predicated
on faulty Algorithm, charming
charismatically with hint of Clint
like glint in eyes, blinding populace,
sans ray gun (Reagan), Car Tour ring
with peanut gallery in tow, affording
(unpopularly pardoning unfashionably),
a Jerry rigged nixed son, followed
by John's son tainted by stain of Vietnam,
but with said Southeast Asian debacle,
one Ken heady (sporting thick styled hair)
inherited an internecine conflict, essentially
precipitated, when Eisenhower hardened
political stance against any allies of the
Soviet Union, (sans The Viet Cong), and
pledged his firm support to Diem
and South Vietnam.
Now with preceding administration, one
harried true man unleashed advent of atomic
spectra upon Hiroshima, and Nagasaki, this
purported preemptive measure scary ruse
felt to thwart exaggerated Japanese government
threatened (military intelligence) scheming.
On His Final Journey
Drifting ruminations freely wander
amid vanishing rays of Sun Ra
Thrusted beyond constraining clouds
probing the enigmatic moon
Hoping like incessantly undulating liquid
from a surging waterfall
Inner eye unveils the essence of a man
who for eons remained silent
Resembling his distinct familiar face
from a distance stood her true love
Parting muted lips a smile illuminates
the darkest stars in heaven
Arms outstretched as his tears well
eager to amend a fractured heart
Conceding defeat to forsaken wishes
he ascended beyond a cloud
A woman impassioned craves
the homecoming of this precious entity
She must repudiate wretched emotions
he has embarked on his Final Journey
Heralded by a harbinger of doom
destiny upholds this disheartening truth
Expectation conjures delusion
deceiving her vision invoking salvation
11/22/2017
11:32 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
It’s been 10 years since you last saw me.
I’m softer. Matured. Unrecognizable. And yet
the feeling of your roaming eyes still darkens my skin,
the phantom sensations making me retch.
Your vile intentions occupy a corner of my brain
with no sign of conceding territory.
I can’t go to the doctor
lest that hotel room comes rushing back
and renders me unable to bear sight of my skin for a week.
I swear colorfully,
as often as I did refusing you.
Would you like that?
Would you take pleasure being reminded of the resistance you so toyed with?
Or would you prefer me docile and doe-eyed?
God, I can’t think of a version of me that wouldn’t bring that greed to your mind.
I can only hope my age would shatter your desire
or turn it to ash on your tongue.
You’re a faceless monster,
carefully calculating and breaking down your victims’ walls
without revealing a hint of yourself in return.
I showed you everything.
(I want to gag at the thought.)
I know nothing of you.
You make up too much of me.
I used to find joy in who I was.
Believed my difference to be wholly my own,
an escape from you and the shaming eyes of God.
Turns out you were the cause all along.
You wrecked me, didn’t you?
Is what was once a source of pride truly a stain of ruin?
I am disfigured and discolored,
and no amount of bleach will ever remove your mark.
To add insult to injury, this was never bad enough anyway.
My ache is unwarranted; I’ve suffered so little in comparison.
I was 10.
I was smart enough to log off,
to say no,
to realize no dream was important enough to surrender myself over.
I’m not a true victim.
Your hands never grazed my skin
or caused deeper harm; you scarred me with eyes alone.
Our paths crossed for maybe an hour or two,
not nearly enough to last a lifetime.
So why have you staked your claim on my psyche?
I want to burn you clean from me.
You forced me into a prop for your pleasure,
faceless and inhuman.
There’s no telling if you sold what was never meant to be seen
and then how many times I’ve been used.
I want you to suffer.
I want you to ache.
Maybe that’s immature,
but that turns you on, right?
My New Poem, Raw and Uncut
Oh What a day
Oh What a day when black people stop pray
Pause and realize where their horizon lay
Where the pastures are green, yet remains unseen,
What a day when we look in perception
and see the path that lead to today ,
yet we keep reliving the past
the ignominy of a bygone day.
Oh What a day
when we clear the path
of delusional ideologies and alien songs
Home is where the heart is
But in Africa, Humanity began
Oh what a day
when we see our purpose,
That from the cradle, the creator blessed us ,
not conceding to the thought, he cursed us.
Oh what a day
when our leaders
plants the seed of economic sufficiency
than clearing the path to cooperate greed.
When will our leaders in the west indies
Revisit our history and shine a light
To our glorious African history
That’s kept from our sight.
Oh what a day, when we hang our wall
An image of our creator
Blessed with the dark shades of the sun
Telling the truth, of how it began
Not reflecting what its never been
Oh what a day,
when we learn to love,
our African brothers despite what is said.
West Indies may be your homeland
America and others are a part
But if you are a blackman
Jamaica may be your homeland
but keep Africa in your heart
The motherland,
your primary thought.
Oh what a day
When we see the light
And know the meaning of life
That regardless of material things
There is a glorious life
In sharing, caring, preserving life.
Oh what a day
We don’t need no gold or diamonds rings
No motor cars, no air plane, none of these earthly things
For the riches that the earth possess
Even if you are a poor man , they are priceless
And if you are a rich man, they too become useless
Oh what A day, when the angels sings
And cashes not, just to wear the bling
That steals the soul, and corrupts the heart
Costing life at an escalating cost
Oh what a day when we start again
And share the spirit that our ancestors had
The love of our mother, sister and brother
Where dad played his part ,
Getting the harvest, bold and strong
Defending the virtues of the mother and Motherland
Oh what a day,
when the daily propaganda, no longer influence
Because we have taught the youth
Home is where the lesson is learnt
Righteousness the only path
For human coexistence,
We need a kind heart/
Just noticed for the very first time
My hair line is definitely receding
My crowning glory, my silvery dome
My time here is short I'm conceding
If I ever wind up as Mr. Cue Ball Man
It'll be time to close up shop
Basically it'll be over, over and done
No incentive without my silvery crop
May sound vain, a wee bit conceded
But with this mug that I possess
Really need these charming adornments
Need all the help I can get
To impress the ladies, my hair was it
Running fingers through my silvery locks
They murmured tender sweet love words
Offering me all that they've got
Dream on dear fellow, you sound delusional
It's the total package that's the thing
With or without your silvery locks
As long as you've still got that zing
© Jack Ellison 2013
I should've predicted the dilemma right from the start.
When you parked your car, sideways, across my heart.
Too far gone to see, too emotionally invested to care.
A gradoise illusion to your thousand yard stare.
Feelings of belonging whilst rejoicing in laughter.
My mind simply concocting a happily ever after.
The kick from your beauty internally ingrained.
Any fears and dubiety subsequently waned.
The flame burns alight but old scars remember.
What once shone so bright is now ash and ember.
Dreams of connection shot the nest and flew.
The circle has no end, producing suffering anew.
Validation and consent to toy with my emotions.
Like a child blowing bubbles or a witch making potions.
Conceding I play no part in the life that you chose.
I stare to the sea, that's why they call it the blues.
A wave washes over me, in a figurative way.
As I replay the conversation had on that last day.
Like a beautiful serpent, you hissed 'you should've been flattered'.
As you turned. Walked away. My love story shattered.
TWO-FIFTEEN
The chiming clock announces two-fifteen.
Three tortured hours I’ve played it in my head,
Recalling every moment of the scene,
Remembering the bitter words we said.
‘Til, at the end you said you needed air
And slammed the door and ran into the night.
While, stubbornly, I thought I didn’t care;
You’d soon come back conceding I was right.
It’s rained since twelve and you’ve been gone too long.
You’ll catch your death and I’m the one to blame.
I need you here to tell you I was wrong.
I need to hear you whispering my name.
At last, you’re there, rain mingling with tears,
Safe in my arms: I kiss away your fears
25th November 2018
Balance in Everything
Middle Path towards serenity
Avoid Left Right paradigm
And live with plenty
Through despotic laws
so humanity obeys
We do not follow these occult displays
Balance in Everything
so teaches people
I would say,
ethics, morals, insight,
The middle way is indifference to what is night and day,
Virtue versus sin, Fear and safety versus oblivion,
Never conceding to evil at least without a fight,
This yet sought after - still today
But found and taught long ago it would seem,
by the son of ancient King
Gnosis of this variety
Is no obvious, tangible thing
It is innate as it should be
As it is and has always been,
Balance in Everything
goes back to self and some intellectual bravery,
spiritual knowledge requires
no instruction..
Therefore no permission to reject all slavery,
And so just at first
the journey of a few,
And many questions asked
getting back to self
the answer,
the adventure now - after all,
has been so clearly masked,
It requires awareness only - a natural perception enhancer,
So smothered, denied and hidden,
And so prohibited for anyone to view,
The intangible notion
Of..
- Balance in Everything
Right Thought, Right Speech
Right Action,
would seem so apparent
yet intrinsically new
To re-learn what we know..
Of what in essence
- we are
..Spiritual in nature.
That is just cause and reason enough by far
to perceive that it is..
Absolutely just as True.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
During covid 19 lockdown
9th March 2021