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Hello, my friend.
Some of the things I've read in your book have been rather remarkable.
The 'heavens declare the glory of God'. In a lesser way, so does the ICU.
For example. The only utterance one lady could make was "Ka Ka Ka Ka".
And then she heard the song, Amazing Grace, and began to sing that song.
A voice to talk; a voice to sing. I never knew. How memorable. How amazing.
On Tuesday, July 27th, I documented something I wanted to share with you
concerning the 'bigness of your heart'. In my own mind, it's hard to conceive
of the many people and things you encountered. I don't know if my heart is
big enough to contain all the trauma, the pain, the hurt, the loss, the despair.
I see in you a portrait depicting one who 'rolls over' such burdens on The Lord. You would have otherwise been crushed to powder.
Finally, dear friend, a hope and a prayer with regards to you and this book:
May this book, like its author,
Give hope to the hopeless.
Give a hug; receive a hug.
Turn anger into gratitude.
Turn frowns into smiles.
Provide health and healing.
Provide light in the darkest nights.
Provide a pathway to a doorway to God's way.
Shout out a voice saying, "Give your life to others!".
Define someone's calling with a sense of belonging.
Arrest the indifferent; Capture the heartless.
Become a living text, a manual, a guide.
Restore faith in human goodness.
To any and all, 'In Search Of...',
May it be a Divine Positioning System(GPS),
Helping lost and wandering souls to find their way home.
080321PS
It influenced the style of Bruce Lee
It intrigued the mind of Tolkien
It inspires us to be free
Often it encourages me
It lurks in the dark
It has no end but must start
It hides in our minds
Slumbers within our hearts
And often pleases the eyes
It remedies the broken
It goes deeper than the sea
It is the stem of our dreams
It's anything you want it to be
Search the depths of your minds
Can you find,
What lurks in the dark?
My friend, its Art
Forever I shall create
Forever I shall paint
Forever I will not await,
Nor contain,
What I must and will create
My Art
Poems written part by part
Ideas flowing from the very heart
I will not deny,
Nor will I depart
From my passionate lover-My Art
Don't lie to yourself
Search your heart
And find your Art
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I am taking time to enjoy leisurely musings -
the roses on a small patch of garden
stand proudly huge and so red -
spring and warm sun, intermittent light showers
bring all growing things to life.
it's the season for full blooms
Unlike an alchemist who seek
to simplify complex things,
I look at an ordinary flower and never cease
to wonder in awe that its stems and leaves
contain an endless universe of mystery, not
the random creation of a mad hobbyist.
A candle flickers in the dark -
perhaps by the whisper of wind passing;
my mind hops like birds flitting
from one tree limb to another
in search of seeds begging to be picked -
the forest flourishes through their random droppings.
Life is a universe run by clockwork, but
motion does not seem to be predictable-
what goes up does not always come down,
we dare to believe what is above, so below,
earth mirrors the stars and the heavens
the subconscious sees what the eye misses.
If people are brought together for a reason
in any one room or queue line or seated in a plane-
is this predestined by Loki, god of mischief
playing his game of tricks, while we in utter ignorance
shrug off these random moments, memorable
but forever irretrievable as the past.
In the end, we wait, and we don't anticipate.
Good things may come. Or not.
We don't gamble or throw a dice
We walk our path, do not pursue
but allow surprises to happen. flavor a moment.
Such is the fascinating paradox of randomness.
@jjote 07172015
A clockwork sun began to climb the skies,
Predictable, a measured, metered rise.
The town awoke, a rhythmic, pulsing sound,
With every step on consecrated ground.
The mayor, proud, declared the day serene,
“A perfect order, a beautiful scene!”
The people smiled, a synchronized display,
And praised the structure of their perfect day.
A sudden gust, a whisper of the breeze,
Disturbed the dust beneath the ancient trees.
A single leaf, historic in its flight,
Ignored the rhythm, fought the civic right.
The crowd gasped, a collective, startled beat,
A flaw appeared upon their ordered street!
The mayor frowned, his perfect world askew,
A tiny wildness, something fresh and new.
“Restore the pace! Contain the rebel leaf!”
He cried in panic, drowning in his grief.
For in their perfect state, well understood,
All unexpected motion was not good.
The town, so free, yet captive to the chime,
Had lost their spontaneity to time.
Their life, a song with every note defined,
A perfect prison for the human mind.
The lightly fizzing mood
I've felt all day
and fenced within a grin
is at odds
with the stoppered
solemnity of this pompous
ceremony I've had to attend
and is becoming harder
to hold, slowly pressurizing
to a giggle and then a laugh,
the pending pop held back
only by a quarter turn
of my thinning top.
Another word
or two will see me break
into laughter, impossible
to contain behind
the pretense of a dour
demeanor and a veneered
look of pain.
O Crap ! - I'm now past hope,
the silly man with a funny hat
is getting up to speak again
and I can't hold it any tighter,
I always have the same problem,
be it with a clown, a politician
or a bishop with a mitre.
Around since 1885,
These playing cards contain
A fascinating history
That Google helped obtain.
My favorite fact’s from World War II.
(It’s more than rumored lore.)
Some special decks were sent as gifts
To prisoners of war.
These U.S. soldiers, held in camps
In Germany, did learn
That moistening the cards would yield
A map for their return.
Escape routes cleverly concealed
Within the layered cards
Would likely not be noticed by
The German soldier guards.
In Vietnam, as well, some decks
With only Ace of Spades,
Were sent to the Americans
To use in jungle raids.
The Viet Cong were so afraid
Of how this Ace appeared,
Just seeing one would make them flee
So villages were cleared.
While we are playing Solitaire,
Casino, War or Spit,
We should remember how those cards
Helped troops, if just a whit.
A continent we haven't yet worked out,
it may be barren, may contain high worth.
The more we learn, the greater grows our doubt.
A place of poison spiders, clot-red earth,
it's huge. Marseilles to Moscow isn't quite
the space which separates Penrith from Perth.
When first we meet it, promise glitters bright.
Its sun is strong, its vegetation lush ...
Harsh truth defeats analysis so trite.
This beauty is skin-deep. Sweet waters gush,
but only on its gaily-colored fringe.
Interiors are ominously hushed.
Just scratch the surface, there's an ocher tinge
which speaks of life extinguished. Dead rocks seethe
beneath cruel radiation. Reptiles cringe
in crevices. There's nothing here to breathe.
i am listening to this song
there will never be another you
tears roll down my face slowly
i remember the look on her face
i recall the eerie quiet
i will never forget wishing that she could have died peacefully and painlessly
i am listening to to this song
there will never be another you
the rain begins to fall
the wind begins to cry
the sky cannot contain her dark emotions
things will never be the same in this frigid world of monotony
i am listening to this song
there will never be another you
a trip sounds so good right now
reality and the situation within is speaking way louder
instead, i decide to go and park someplace quiet and undisturbed
this is the only place i feel like being a seeker of today
A little back story -
I DREAMED OF THIS YESTERDAY AND WOKE UP TO THIS MORNING. THIS IS A FRESH REAL LIFE DREAM
I had a dream
I wonder if I should call it a nightmore
My world's your parallel universe
In your world, you're a star
And you appeared to mine
Not a single clue known by you, that you're a star
and we hosted a show together in this small town;
You were tall, dark-browned curly haired, clothed to a white-stained dress, your face had a little charcoal painted in them like a child, your eyes seemed green, the darker pallette... and the toes? barefooted
I woke up to this dream
And I feel like something in me's imprinted
my friends from afar wondered
I remember your face when I asked you a query
"You're an actress, right? plus - you sing, dances, directs because your talent is beyond." I said loudly with fascination
She looked at me and wondered
looking like a person trying to hold up laughter
you have no idea
told "I'm not an actress" then smirked
At all sudden,
your nose bleed and your body feebled
Almost fainted - I lifted your heavy body
to a nearest clinic, only to find nothing and nobody
I panicked, sweated a lot
because I can see the pain in your eyes begging for mercy
Too bad I'm not a medic
I then decided to put you in an open sunny place
to get some sunlight
as I sat there and watched over you
there I magically saw your eyes shone,
your puny lips discovered reddish color
your pale skin appeared like a porcelain
you smiled widely with a teardrop on your left eye
and gave your gratitude
the nose stopped bleeding...
and suddenly,
my heart can't contain my curiosity, fascination and emotions,
I WOKE UP.
I have woken up from this dream
Kept wondering what could have been
And as I shall sleep, I tried to refrain myself from thinking about it this morning
I whispered to myself "I've never seen a soul a lot to unfold."
I'm a guest in this earthly tomb, just one of many
inhabiting fleshly rooms
We've come to a place where the flesh is doomed
until our ascension when the soul's exhumed
We're consumed by earthly things but don't realize
that we're used for food
Some are confused by material dues but the All
protects both wise & fool
Applying pressure only builds the ladder that can
surely be used to rise above
Manipulation of this pliable matter is easy to see
but only viewed once you've unplugged
Some struggle to see even though eyes are clear
as blinders were added to obscure the view
Understand these blocks are a series of boxes that
are meant to contain the whole of you
Since the day you were born, they've had a hold of
you & stay attached with invisible chains
Once you see that binding can be easily broken
the way you see life will quickly change