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He answers prayers, still responds
Never leaving the heart in fear
A breath away, He corresponds
With those who know He’s always near
Our words, though they’re words without form
Offer Him faith, sincerest praise
He sees our hearts through every storm
Bringing a grace that will amaze
He sings joy through our hearts and souls
Reflects the promise in His word
Reminds it’s love that He controls
Peace delights the heart He has stirred
Breathless worship sighs from our hearts
Knowing Him whose living within
Hushing the dark, His love imparts
Insight where His kindness has been
He smiles as we fall to our knees
Offering our hearts through prayers
His love answers our needs, our pleas
Gently, He wipes away our tears
I’ll never know love more perfect
Grace more pure, worthy of respect
His love prepares hearts to expect
Joy past what the world can reflect
He is my hope of forever
Thanks to God’s grace, I know Jesus,
And, He knows me, a whosover –
Who believes in Him who frees us!
According to Chinese medicine, each of the 5 elements
wood, fire, earth, metal, and water, have a corresponding season.
We are a living, breathing, embodiment of nature & the world around us,
Intimately tied to the seasons and their influences.
Aside from spring, summer, fall, & winter, we have the 5th season.
The hidden 5th season doesn’t split the year into 5 equal parts,
it is a season within a season.
The mysterious 5th season of Chinese medicine is late summer,
or the last 6 weeks of summer, from about August 5th to September 21st
By early August, the intense whirlwind of summer is fading, time to put our feet back on the ground and reorient a bit to the practicalities of life.
The crops have grown all spring & summer and time seems to stand still for a bit while we enjoy the fruits of our labor over the last two seasons.
The late summer season corresponds to earth element that embodies this grounded, stable time.
Knowing about the 5th season is a great way to connect with nature and ourselves, this time of year.
November 2, 2022
When your heart
corresponds
with your mind,
then, give it a shot,
you write
back to me
what expressions
you so badly
need
to bleed;
the characterisation
of letters
are alphabet soup
to me, child's play,
peeling tattoos
like bells ringing
over a tongue
not speaking,
I swallow words
hungrily
then I spit them out,
bullets that pierce
a page,
bulls eyes
staring back
through the black holes,
the other silent horns,
all silently complicit
small missions
of truth
cornucopias,
wearing through
the thin fabric
of ludicrous
fantasy
feathers that fall
from soft pillows
quaking against
levees breaking
the barriers hitting marks
the sands of time broken,
river banks splitting,
the bodies drowned
and sucked up
like works of art
in a hyped up
Hieronymus Bosch,
if you are in deep
you can make sense
of it all,
you know you're in it,
that picture, way, way
up to your eyeballs
brushing against
all the others, removed,
flotsam and jetsam
in the wash, sensing
the path they all took,
but the mystery
of never quite knowing,
like a smell, pervades
charcoal tears
melt all the ways
a heart can be kicked
down and gutted
witnessed through
gilt edged windows
full and jaded
to a gate opening,
the sound cracking
like a mouth
terraforming
dustied and green
the shaman soul
found underneath
it all, humourously
rustling sage over
the external,
a serious novice
for burning
small
exorcisms
smoking out
renegades, those
stubborn seeds planted
in long spent sentences,
those true romantics,
the forgotten ill-bred,
well-tilled, rebel poets
small
exorcisms
for burning
Candide Diderot. ‘24
violins.
??Zechariah? ?2:4?-?5? ?NIV??
[4] and said to him: “Run, tell that young man, ‘Jerusalem will be a city without walls because of the great number of people and animals in it. [5] And I myself will be a wall of fire around it,’ declares the Lord, ‘and I will be its glory within.’
No concern of your location
How tall the walls we all build
Around our border of what we allow to enter
Within to mold us to this world
May God tear down the walls of deception
And build a wall of fire around one
Shinning light on the darkness in this world
Giving glory unto the one who creates
A new creation to be molded from above
That one might be of the free Jerusalem
One in unity and love
Then one shall know this is of God
??John? ?4:21?-?24? ?NIV??
[21] “Woman,” Jesus replied, “believe me, a time is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. [22] You Samaritans worship what you do not know; we worship what we do know, for salvation is from the Jews. [23] Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks. [24] God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in the Spirit and in truth.”
??Galatians? ?4:24?-?26? ?NIV??
[24] These things are being taken figuratively: The women represent two covenants. One covenant is from Mount Sinai and bears children who are to be slaves: This is Hagar. [25] Now Hagar stands for Mount Sinai in Arabia and corresponds to the present city of Jerusalem, because she is in slavery with her children. [26] But the Jerusalem that is above is free, and she is our mother.
In a little place in the back of beyond,
there's a body of water called Second Pond.
(I just assume that this corresponds
with a body of water called First Pond.
If someone can confirm this, please respond!)
Here in Newfoundland we've always been told
that in the month of June, the water is cold
and while we may have warm temps that are pleasing,
it is indeed true that the water is freezing!
(And to tell the truth - I have to be honest -
it's not much warmer in July or August!)
Nevertheless, in this northern clime,
we do get warm weather from time to time.
So once in a while, my friends and I take a trip
out to Second Pond for a leisurely dip.
On this particular day (June 20)
It was 30 degrees, with heat aplenty.
(That's degrees Celsius, not Fahrenheit.
Don't want to give the Americans a fright!)
In spite of the heat, there was still hesitation
as we approached the water with some trepidation.
But we felt so hot we just had to be bold
and get in that pond no matter how cold.
We went in slowly and, in fact, rather gingerly,
mindful of the rocks so as to avoid injury.
Within moments our bodies were practically numb
and no one could speak, our voices were mum!
Now please forgive me if this sounds perverted:
but it felt as though my willie was inverted!
And I really can't give much in detail
of what my wife and friend felt, as they are both female.
And so, even though it was a little bit stressful,
we came out refreshed; our swim was successful.
And next time when it gets to 30 degrees,
we'll be out in that pond, I guarantee!
My love
for you
happened
like
a photon
strike,
ejecting
electrons
of desire
into my
beating
heart,
flooding
veins
with fire.
Zepto-
second*~
a sliver
of time
faster than
the blink
of my
eye**;
as power-
full as
Cupid's
arrow
hitting
its mark
invisibly.
*The zeptosecond is a unit of time equal to 0.000 000 000 000 000 000 001 seconds, that is, 10?²¹ seconds. It's the smallest sliver of time yet measured and corresponds to the amount of time it takes for the electron to be ejected after the photon strike.
**On average the human blink lasts only a tenth of a second which is 100 milliseconds.
I have never been schooled, in
Archetype and tarot,
So please do correct me,
If I am wrong?
The Magus corresponds, to the privileged child,
As the Goat, corresponds to the Fool.
And I know you Magus's
For what you are:
Spoilt and fallen,
And far to far
From self aware
To be viewed as free
From the bias, and the burden,
That the donkeys made to bear.
And you who ride the donkeys
Have always been an ass
Merely grasping at the reigns
And doing as the donkeys want you to;
Which has truly only ever been
Running down those fools,
Gotten in the way;
And this has never ever
Saved, a single one of you,
From those selves
You have confused.
Come the dawn, the rising sun
Unapologetic, offers no introduction
Source of life, same for one and all
Cares not what is our religion
The gently flowing, wafting breeze
Soothes by touch, in embrace and release
Enlivening all sentient beings on this planet
Blessings of Mother Earth never cease
Heartbeats each moment repeat
Maintaining optimal body heat
Pulse of aliveness, judges not our belief
Love entwined with love makes us feel complete
Oh weary hermit, label not God
Religious fundamentalism is narrow and flawed
Each soul is an aspect of His essence
Our ego identity is but a facade
Love alone is real, know this
Sans desire, our emptiness radiates bliss
All that is, is God consciousness alone
Feel on the fontanel, His loving kiss
17-June-2022
Notes: Fontanel corresponds to the crown chakra (Sahasrara)
in the dead of night
for no reason at all
we awake refreshed
tranquil and still
thoughts rested
our heart at peace
with the bliss current
humming in the background
animating the continuum
with the breath of God
whereupon we are immersed
in the great vacuum
of energised no-thingness
in absolute motionlessness
where formless presence
is awake in its primal state
bereft of attributes
save awareness innate to Self
we are herein complete
as the emptiness itself
humming with potent power
there is neither light nor darkness
yet we are fully cognisant
of the all that is, which we are
dwelling thus in boundless peace
in a formless realm of singularity
where time and space do not exist
we exist as pure consciousness
self-existent in and as the void
having neither fetters of form
nor any agenda to pursue
as of choiceless choice we return
back from the void into form
where this vast emptiness
corresponds to the head ovoid
ensouled by the cosmic egg
alluded to as Hiranyagarbha
wherefrom the one became two
merging in heart to be one again
but all of this is now in the past
for we now choose to bilocate
between duality and singularity
in our waking state of Turiya
the motionless screen of Self
upon which images come and go
Already the month
of August 2018,
May never become
a je June'm
(Forget-me-not)
time of year,
especially for nouveau
homeless and,
penniless residents,
(now more like worrier),
who reside in the
(burnt to a crisp)
Golden State where,
towering uncontrollable
wild fire infernos veer
really did tax mental,
physical, and spiritual
oye vey iz mare (to
the bajillion power
of Google Plex) their
heirlooms, mementos,
and trappings of
das kapital lifestyle
went up in smoke,
which tragedy didst seer
the eyes (yes, iz traumatic,
but also the air)
looms with toxic
particulate matter,
though concerned former
propertied owners
(now ashen faced)
as utter grief doth rear
a scorched (bumping) ugly head,
yet the onset of Autumn,
(and the main
purport of this poem)
(oh my dog, that twill be
in approximately three weeks,
when Eastern Orthodox Church
denotes beginning of ecclesiastical
annum mull house
for straight or *****
(these times opening
doors to LGBT, or GLBT
(an initialism that
stands for lesbian,
gay, bisexual, and transgender),
nonetheless history
replete with app pear
chock full of factoids such as:
September (Latin septem,
"seven") with near
exhaustive steeped in
pagan glory of antiquity.
Ancient Roman observances
for September include:
Ludi Romani, originally celebrated
September 12 - September 14,
later extended to
September 5 to September 19.
In 1st century BC, an extra day added
in honor of deified
Julius Caesar on 4 September.
Epulum Jovis held: September 13.
Ludi Triumphales held: September 18–22.
Septimontium celebrated September, and
December 11 on later calendars
September called "harvest month"
in Charlemagne's calendar.
September corresponds partly to
Fructidor and partly to Vendémiaire
of first French republic.
On Usenet, September 1993
(Eternal September) never ended.
September called Herbstmonat,
harvest month, in Switzerland.
The Anglo-Saxons called
month Gerstmonath,
barley month, that crop
then usually harvested.