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Time is indeed changeable...
but here, not a reference to
Einstein's Sense equated
for when time ages, it quickens –
looses elements, as an older
body looses functions of
motion, leaps the gaps
between thoughts, unaware
of spaces once consciously
traveled (forgotten the reasons
for places and their dynamic purposes) –
mountains become
dust...
seas become beds
of salt – waves and tides
no longer aware of self's current-memories...
kings and queens
devolve from royalty to fond
myths
Time has no beginning
nor end, outside life's infinite album
creation fills with photos of past, living moments,
and dreams yet to be begotten –
Time began with God
and rests not until His man
Where might we see
yin's silent voice
surfing on a windstorm?
Where might we hear
AnimaMundi,
speaking with GrandMother MoonLight,
for octave systems
through PositivEnergy stringing words
of Mother Spider,
instinctively born
of fractal RNA wombs
Seeds of potentially perennial,
revolvingly dynamic,
unfoldingly systemic
spirited GeoLogical Time
Rhythms
ZeroCenter Zones of Pattern
Yet HummingBird Yang
of vibrant Joy
co-arises,
square fractal dances
flights consciously exercised
growing us joyfully smarter
than we really can fly
Northern up
Southern down
Western sunset backward dominant,
LoseLose dualdark
cosmology
Eastern dawn of Spring reborn
WinWin forward baptized
in resilient ecotherapies.
PostMillennial PositivEnergy
dialectals,
dialects of ZeroZen Tao
spoken ecometrically
as sung polyphonically by yin Spider's
nutritional nesting Energy--
joyous celebrating networks
Octaved spider webs
with polypathic LeftBrain emergent
scales of flight
hovering joyous HummingBirds.
SouthernSoul with NorthernSpirit
Wild WinWin Revolutionaries with WiseElders
Young yin-webs
network hosting
listening for
full-flight
HummingYangers.
Where might we hear
yin's silent voice
humming through a windstorm?
This is a short poem about those internal echoes, why we have them, and what they mean
Echoes we sometimes hear in life, we will never be able to control
reawakening in us a spiritual side, putting us in touch with our soul
much like an internal echo, signaling us, trying to get our attention
Heaven's attempt to stir us up, forcing upon us a spiritual reflection
Echoes always come unannounced, yet we sense they emanate from within
consciously we're drawn to this new world, a somewhere we've never been
our thoughts focus us on our past, with memories that can capture our mind
sometimes overcome with sadness, and needing recollections to be defined
Echoes causing us to relive our past, yet better equipped to get over the pain
removing this sadness or shame, and permanently giving it this new domain
examining the cause of why we felt so plagued, we want to know the reason
knowing as human beings, our trials and tribulations change with the season
Echoes of confusion and pain, replaced with an unbound understanding and joy
thoughts no longer empowered, our harmony and solitude no longer to destroy
the state of mind that we keep, our true reality, is the place where we take shape
but know that our thoughts, will forever be our test, from them there is no escape
We hear what we want to hear, and we see what we want to see, this is within our power
the echoes we choose to acknowledge or to ignore, we alone are the keeper of the tower
the forces of evil are real, empowered to test us, attacking us with these thoughts we keep
so remove them from your memory, and find your eternal happiness, before that final sleep
Despite my fatal transgression and sinfulness
God redeemed me fully from hell-fire and guilt’s trace
Thru His vicarious death showing great love and grace.
Worshipful, l exult in His priceless goodness*!
At times, I know I disobey God consciously
Yet, out of His precious compassion’s opulence
He grants me complete pardon of peace-prevalence.
Grateful, I trust His goodness-bounty constantly!
With my self-willed haughtiness’ stubborn reaction
Creating a chasm wide away from my God…
He still reaches out to me with His mercy’s nod.
Humbled, I submit to His goodness’ direction.
Even if I try to depart from God’s design
Which is actually called spiritual mockery
His divine impetus pulls me to victory.
Repentant, I seek His goodness, saying “I’m Thine.”
Midst my silken vanity and carnality
God gives faith; frees me from worldly entanglement
To adorn me with virtue-laden ornament.
Blessed, I serve Him by His goodness’ purity.
*Isaiah 63:7 I will mention the lovingkindnesses of the LORD, and the praises of the LORD, according to all that the LORD hath bestowed on us, and the great goodness toward the house of Israel, which he hath bestowed on them according to his mercies, and according to the multitude of his lovingkindnesses.
August 17, 2018
4th Place, Eight word challenge-8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Judged on 9/3/2018
We relate to God
with surface depth...
thus remaining
profoundly distant
from the unlimited breadth
and scope of spirit...
when wrongly considering,
we confound immortal, never sleeping,
unchangeable Divine Presence
with the ever-ephemeral, retiring
superficial nature of our physical bodies—
(the mesmerizing entrapment
of our eye-candy)
Though Spirit is not
separate from obvious matter,
as the earth has its wealth of star
(life giving warmth we absorb
automatically) too often
the relationship is less than
literally complimentary,
outer bodies hardly an accurate reflection of
the purest nature of our First-cause
(God The Perfect)…
We consciously avoid
the deeper interior,
where Truth flashes
(like a Time’s Square Marquee
on a Saturday’s Evening);
overtly chasing our hearts
from Spiritual reality
when Right conflicts with
personal ego…prompting us
to run toward the far more controllable
exterior—easier to make-over
a human body (Hell! We have pills for that
nowadays)—for even semi-enlightened
scientists are at a loss, when it comes to the
soul (no definitive substance to God in a
universe of man-made illusion).
April 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 12-14
Key Verse – 2Kings 12:2 And Jehoash did that which was right in the sight of the LORD all his days wherein Jehoiada the priest instructed him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US TO DO THAT WHICH IS RIGHT IN HIS SIGHT
Praise be to God for enabling us to do that which is right in His sight:
Guided with good motive
Geared by His granted mercy
Gripped amidst gracious mirth
Girded through His great miracles
Governed along His gentle movement
2Kings 13:4 Praise be to the Lord
Who hearkens to us when we beseech Him:
Constantly with redemption’s faith
Consciously with refreshed faithfulness
Circumspectly with restored firmness
Courageously with revival-fervency
Consistently with replenished fruitfulness
2Kings 14:26 Praise be to the Saviour for
seeing our afflictions, and helping us:
Abide in His will
Abound in His work
Adhere to His worth
Assert His winning
Accomplish by His ways. Amen!
April 24, 2024
Southern raised in the fifties and sixties,
brought up very strictly and correctly,
prim and proper not gypsies or hippies,
a time children should be seen perfectly,
and not heard, standing tall an erectness,
the thought of free expression tides were hurled,
ideals "political correctness,
free exchange of ideas, not in my world.
Shadows shout on curtains of doubt, hear it
choking out the ally nonchalant sun,
novel days search for a free flow spirit.
An old soul I am, not the young bright son
consciously crossover mentally numb.
Where I am is on the edge I expect
of time and future ledge we have become
stupidly politically correct.
9/29/217
My God, You are so good* to me…
Despite my sinfulness and selfishness
You gave Yourself to me with Your loving kindness
To save me from hell and give me eternal life’s fullness.
Such I can’t fathom; thus, let me acknowledge Your graciousness!
You are so merciful to me…
Though I disobey You consciously
You always grant me forgiveness completely
And cleanse me from my unrighteousness fully.
Such I can’t explain; thus, let me forsake my sins with Your help totally!
You are so patient with me…
Along my stubbornness’ reaction
You keep working for my restoration
While convicting me of my transgression.
Such I can’t understand; thus, let me yield to Your direction!
You are so gracious to me…
Even if I depart from Your design
You pull me constantly toward what’s divine
Upholding me so that in frustration I won’t resign.
Such I can’t assess; thus, let me follow You as I’m Thine!
You are so faithful to me…
Amidst my infidelity to our covenant together
You unceasingly assure me of Your care forever
Whatever happens, You’ll leave nor forsake me never.
Such I can’t describe; thus let me trust You against doubts that bother!
You are so long suffering to me…
While I appear arrogant and unyielding
You teach me humility’s virtue as rewarding
As exemplified by Christ Who died on the cross bleeding.
Such I can’t measure; thus, let me bear earthly condescending!
You are so compassionate to me…
Notwithstanding my service that’s unacceptable
You correct me of lack of prayer and vanity-stumble
To reach Your holy standards, making my stewardship fruitfully stable.
Such I can’t repay; thus, let me live for You truly as Your Spirit does enable!
*Psalm 25:8 Good and upright is the LORD: therefore will he teach sinners in the way.
April 20, 2018
I stare at our phones lying side by side,
A picture of you and me,
Smiling back with glee, and I must agree,
Happier times when our hearts were still intact,
Before the mirror got its first crack.
Going back almost forty years,
Time waits for no one, or so it appears.
Husband and wife at last,
I found the man of my dreams, I broadcast
Side by side, holding hands,
Braving life’s commands.
With Christina, we bridged a life,
Raising a family in spite of the strife,
Never fearing life’s uncertain guarantee.
Working hard every day, consciously,
The rainbow, the pot of gold,
It’s there within your reach to have and to hold.
Standing tall as we brave the storms,
Please write on the dotted line as we sign the form.
A promise of earthly bliss,
Sealed with a kiss.
Day by day, holding tight with all our might,
No matter the fight, we held on tight.
Like two pillars holding up our dreams,
Always working as a team.
Never fearing the end could be near,
For the youngest one, it hit us like a deer.
The crack grew wider; we now speak in whispers.
The pain is harder to share,
Sitting there between us, I do declare.
On the wall is your picture,
As we talk about a tree or bench and adding a scripture.
Going to bed with heavy hearts,
We must carve a new start—
One by honouring your memory,
Two has been our strength all along—it’s no mystery.
We are the two pillars still holding on,
As a team, we will face a new dawn.
We might sway in the breeze as we are older,
But we will stand shoulder to shoulder.
When my eyes opened there she was, the girl that changes your world, the girl that defines love at first sight, the girl that you want to capture the moon for, the girl that makes you question what’s real, the girl you want to give the world.
You can see a million stars in her eyes, and when she speaks she freezes my heart,
She makes me so nervous I can hear my heart about to beat straight from my chest,
I briefly look away and close my eyes in hopes of regaining what little composure I have left,
As I observe the ambience around me I see my feelings circling up and slowly enclosing as she sees right through my persona as if I’m trapped in a glass box of spirits,
All the sudden we are starring into each other’s eyes, such an intense moment I swear I felt a tear drop from the heavens, I guess angels really do cry
She reached out and ran her fingers through my hair at the same time pulling me closer until our foreheads kiss.
I open my eyes, there is a silent pause that consciously spoke ever so loud, it was the pause before the kiss,
But this kiss I missed, I saw it in the distance as she regressed and I began to watch her exit my glass box of emotions,
The moment has passed, and I am held prisoner to my feelings frozen in time….
Caught up in the moments
P.S. I should have kissed you, THIS IS JUST A POST SCRIPT.