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Regardless of our faith, in Love we can believe,
For Love's within us all, if we choose to retrieve.
Should we choose to leave Love in a dormant state,
Then we invite into our heart the bitterness of hate.
Those who believe in the power of Love,
Radiate and spread around all the beauty of.
Those who deny Love to flourish within their heart,
Spread misery around, since it's all they can impart.
We have all been blessed with the greatest Gift,
Though some choose to away from Love, drift.
The presence of Love or not is always crystal clear
In how we treat others; how others we revere.
Love is not selfish, cruel, apathetic, unforgiving;
Does not embrace greed or a miserable way of living.
Instead, Love is selfless, compassionate, and kind,
With consideration for others a natural state of mind.
Love is not ego serving, boastful and bragging;
Doesn't tune out a guilty conscience nagging.
Instead, Love is humble, modest, and reserved;
Accountable and accepting of what's deserved.
Love is not jealous, envious, resentful, or bitter;
Nor shallow, spineless, a flip-flopping fence sitter.
Instead, Love cultivates virtue, values, and integrity,
Making real in oneself a comfortable place to be.
When, our Gift Of Love, we cultivate with care,
We then reap to scatter Love seeds everywhere,
Always hoping they'll take root in another's garden bed,
Where there's being tilled the opposite of Love, instead.
When in our hearts we grow Love, we never have to feel
Afraid that another will come along and from us, steal
What we are growing and therefore, in possession of,
Because all they can take from us is some of our Love.
Once in the thief's possession, Love can only grow,
Infiltrate and change the current seeds they sow.
So, when we give the Gift Of Love and without request,
We can know in our heart we have given the very best.
In this day and age of money taking precedence,
Love is still free to receive and to dispense.
Love cannot be bought nor can Love be sold,
Making the Gift Of Love untouchable by gold.
We need not save our Love for special times and places,
Just for special occasions and to gladden special faces,
For the magic of Love is released every time we give
And multiplies within us when the Gift Of Love we LIVE!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-12-24 16:52:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
My mind is as fascinated with investments and divestments
as my body is attracted to healthy and beautiful vestments,
and haunted by prospects of naked loss of home
and integral identity.
My vested interests emerge issues and concerns about nutrition,
as opposed to malnutrition.
Nutrition, whether economic or political,
pursues ecologically systemic complexity.
PolyCultural nutrition can be consumed and produced by a healthy cooperative ecosystem,
while a monoculturally disturbed and aggressive absence of balance
harmony
grace
perpetuates internal v external systemic trauma.
We would all prefer,
regardless of cultural history of our vestments,
avoiding Other's aggressive win/lose values
without win/win cooperative body-health/mind-wealth merit
as effectively democratic,
confluently inclusive,
peacefully compassionate
as possible
through clear polypathic discernment,
multiculturally resilient wellness
passion/pleasure co-invested,
economically and politically co-arising
enlightening and empowering
compelling
spacious and timeless
harmoniously cooperative wealth
overwhelmingly vested
in nondual co-arising
mind/body
passion/pleasure climaxing
wealth/health co-infested experience
Whether the pantheistically connected mind of an ant
or polypathically EarthMother nurtured human,
whether the soulful voice of a river
or polyculturing choices of a rich forest,
or the SunFather enlightened spirit
of EarthMother's empowering cooperative nature
My mind invests in
and divests of
anthropocentric economic and political
monoculturing monotheistic history
Of healthy bodies and beautiful minds
spaciously and timelessly
haunted by monoculturing prospects
of sacred EarthMother's loveless loss,
homeless absence
of cooperatively organic
panentheistic Gaian integrity.
EarthTribe's co-empathic
beautifully invested mind,
fascinating co-empathic body-divestments,
where curious polypathic nature's nutrition
cultivates spiritual-mental health diversions,
spaciously enlightened and timelessly wealthy
co-arising authentically enlightened
and integrally empowering
bicameral left/righteousness
Polypathically organic minds
fascinated with investments and divestments
of panentheistically sacred bodies
attracted to politically healthy
and economically wealthy
creolizing Gaian co-infestments.
God is always the greatest- Sylvia Frances Chan wrote
And me-
God is the greatest
who said- Human or God!
if I say God is great
Yes, because of my belief
If any human, the believer says
Yes, because of belief
If any animal says!
Oh! animal can't speak like a human!
Oh no! animal maybe does like humans
But, neither human nor animal
God said- God is Almighty!
Yes, I believe the speech of God, the Holy Books
That's why God is the greatest!
And
Your truth dwells in a thankful heart- Sylvia Frances Chan wrote
And me-
O God
I know not what is "The Truth"
But, according to my realistic perception
I feel this truth in different ways,
Person to person, place to place, time to time
The truth seizes all differently
This Truth is Your mercy, O God
on every creation
O God
You live everywhere
but everyone cannot feel You
On average
O God
though Your presence, Your mercy
to everyone yet
everyone cannot realize it perfectly
O God
You are the greatest You said and I believe always
For Your greatness, generous blessings
Still, the dwellers of the earth live in peace
O God
I am thankful, grateful to You
I am surrendered
I believe- You live in every surrendered Soul
And when
In your love, I lost my existence
Without strenuous identity, I asked myself who I am - I wrote
Then-
I am the mirror
you look at daily - Me Poet Yeps Poet wrote
And me-
Maybe or
may not be
I- the mirror
where not I exist
the reflected one and that's you
yes, I am
you, or he
or all
or the self,
thru the all
or thru the me
I am all
Varieties form of ONE!
So I am everywhere within me
or within everyone and everything
I am
yes
the me
form of human
the physical structure I have
like a brilliant -sapiens
truly I live in
wondrous thought
contained by unshaped mind
craziness, captivation
time to time
there it cultivates various thought
shape to un-shape
imaginative, fascination
but I forget
I am not the body
the physical shape
which is made by the true me,
made by my thought,
made by my imaginative power!
In this imaginative power, I lost myself
Neither I am nor any natural being
And this imagination molds a belief
By which I said- I am you, he or she
And this form contains our creator as God
-Chattogram
I wonder why some people get offended because you believe differently than they do? I am very happy to give others the latitude to cherish their beliefs and worship (or not) in the manner they see fit, in fact I support it, no matter WHAT it entails, (as long as it doesn't hurt others) ...
But please give ME the same space and consideration, and do not assume to tell me I'm wrong because I feel differently than you do, and try to not look down on or condemn me and others just because you believe that your beliefs are the "correct" or righteous ones ...
It's not our differences that cause all the problems in this world, it's the lack of mutual respect, empathy, and understanding that we give to those around us. Our inability to let others believe the way THEY choose to, is what cultivates hatred, animosity and bias in this world ...
I personally know people who are quite adamant about the fact that they have found the "truth" and the right path, who claim to put forth love and kindness and understanding, yet if your views don't fall in line with theirs, then surely there must be something wrong with you ...
Faith is a very important part of religion, and I completely understand its crucial import and weight, and how it directly relates to worship and spirituality, but NO ONE knows for sure what this whole voyage "life" is about, and no one ever will, until we each pass FROM it ...
So, you may not agree with my beliefs, they may not remotely resemble what yours are, but please make NO mistake, they are just as PRECIOUS to me as yours are to YOU, whether or not half the world feels the same way, or NOBODY does - whether or not they conform to anyone else ...
I tend to believe that until we allow others the latitude and mutual RESPECT to believe whatever they choose to, and even defend that right, differences will only serve to separate us, and cultivate resentment, anger, and hatred, instead of being embraced the way they SHOULD be ...
Love is LOVE, there are NO qualifications ... compassion, empathy and understanding are important parts of what that word encompasses, yet I think we often see love as one dimensional, and reserved for those we feel amorously about, but it also relates to our fellow man ....
OK, my rant is over, and my soap box shall go back into the closet now.
In the silent calling only you and I;
Your voice is Speaking to my soul;
The more you whispered, I sigh;
You're outside the noise everso;
Your voice is my breath;
You're my effervescent witness;
Ever blessed;
Anointing me with light;
You are the voice of life;
All within my conscience;
Deep expressions of spiritual connection;
Somber inner guidance;
Evoke a sense of intimacy,
trust, and surrender,
reminding us that the voice of our soul;
Is always whispering guidance and wisdom;
"Your voice is Speaking to my soul...
You're my effervescent witness"
Spiritual connection and intimacy
"In the silent calling only you and I...
Your voice is my breath"
Trust and surrender
"The more you whispered...
You're outside the noise"
Anointing and empowerment
"Anointing me with light..
.You are the voice of life"
Speak Lord Speak in awe,
for all and everything alright;
Listening to the whispers of the soul,
trusting that inner guidance and wisdom;
That's are always available;
The spiritual connection and intimacy;
Are everso possible, and that we can cultivate;
A deeper sense of trust and surrender, Hallelujah;
Seek the voice of life, recognizing that it's you God;
The source of our empowerment and anointing;
Encourage us to move beyond the noise;
And distractions of the world, seeking...
The quiet whispers of our soul your voice to hear
Such of inner the guidance and wisdom;
Cultivates a deeper sense of spiritual connection;
Solace of intimacy, trusting that we are never alone;
Remembering so to listen to the whispers of our soul, Seeking yet, seeking guidance and wisdom;
In the quiet moments Hallelujah;
We seek the voice of life,
recognizing that it is the source
Of you Lord your empowerment and anointing
A quiet voice from our Father
3/20/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Scriptural reinforcement
- Psalm 46:10: "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!"
- John 10:27-28: "My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand."
- Romans 8:14: "For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God."
A FARMER
A farmer is in a village .
24 , years , is his age .
He cultivates under rays .
One day , he meets with a sage .
Then , he says ,
‘ you will be the world famous , in future days ! ‘
Then the farmer becomes surprise !
‘ How is it possible ?
Is it true ? ‘
He thinks too and too……………
Next night , the stars rise .
An old man comes in his farmhouse .
He is too fible !
He gifts to the farmer , a white mouse .
And says , ‘ it is too lucky , really , truely !
Keep it carefully ! ‘
Then he becomes dead .
Then the mouse touches his head .
Why ? the farmer does not know it .
Later , one dawn ,
It is a spring morn ;
The farmer cultivates on his field ……….
He gets from the field ,
A big box , made by gold ;
Too old !
He picks it up , then ;
He breaks it’s lock , then ;
He sees that , in it , here is 3 manuscripts of 3 books ;
The farmer does not know reading ;
So nothing understands ;
Only he looks and looks ………………
Yes , then all are in his hands ;
Later , he reaches in that cortage ,
Where meditates , the old sage ;
Then the farmer shows the papers to the sage ;
And then , the sage is reading and reading…………………
Oh ! the old medical discoveries !
Yes , the medicines of the cancer ;
In 3 manuscripts , here are 3 names of medicines of the cancer .
And also all about , in details……………
He becomes surprise !
Then , he tells ,
To the newspapers ;
All read the all papers……….
Yes , the new stars then arise ;
No death ;
Oh ! then the forcast of the sage , becomes true ;
Oh ! the old faith !
Yes , then the farmer becomes the world famous man !
The whole world , then , becmes his fan ;
All say , ‘ I love you !
Too ……...too ………too ………………………………….’
Then that white lucky mouse says ,
‘ I stay in the cortage of the sage ; ‘
Then the farmer says ,
‘ why ? no ! you stay with me ! dear ! ’
Then the sage says ,
Hey ! from today , we all stay together ; too …… too near ! ‘
From that day , they all stay in a very big , new , palace ;
Yes , yes , yes ,
With bless …………………………………
With success …………………………………………………
Poetry IS the Mother of ALL art.
The completion and the part.
A private punchline-divine.
Be it the fruit or be it the vine.
It is The IS, sometimes the Music,
sometimes the Muse for us.
The usery that uses us.
The gizt of hearts in infatuation,
of the telling apart.
Insanity or bust.
Between lesson and instruction.
To be or it's destruction.
The painting and the canvas,
bared for emotions-teeth to take a bite of that
sweet ****- au pair with a peculiar incisor inflection.
Like a werewolf transforming with a tear, gleaming
to go on a tear.
Of whatever amazes or confounds us.
It uplifts and surrounds us.
There is poetry in a hungry infant,
and the warmth of a Mother- the need pregnant,
expectant.
Symbiotic-
Symmetry-
Symbolic-
Systemry- in offshoot,
Automatic
Ethereal firmament
To drink of
the bulwarks of love that
cultivates the brainworks as it wallows in
possibilities mud,
taking thought into-the bliss-of-the asunder,
of connecting string
Gloriously plundered.
Poetry is,
A glimpse of
"The Way."
Sparking like a pinwheel,
on freedom day,
growing, blooming
the flowers seed of
Intensity, integrity, glowing into
Life's density in sporadic release of splay.
The I Am. Pied piping His signature conducting groove
into our channels.
As the orchestra plays.
The call that we all dance to.
Molding the Earth like pottery of clay.
God's use of snapshots of what love should be.
Has a chance to put from the reach of it's ease'.
The Universe His studio, and dispensary.
WE the ones fogging the lenses scope of things
(needing proofs before the picture is even through/
or while the ink is still new.)
Because it IS both abstract and it IS REAL.
There IS Contagiousness in poetry's mental feel.
Its thundering peel, uncovering, rolling. Roaring in zeal.
In a symphony of opened seals.
Showing like a signet ring.
Shofar in the spring of knowing.
H o n e s t y,
because without it,
a child turns a blind eye to the truth.
H o n o r,
because without it,
a child compromises his principles.
F a i r n e s s,
because without it,
a child has no concept of justice.
T o l e r a n c e,
because without it,
a child grows narrow of mind.
P a t i e n c e,
because without it,
a child loses grip on self-control.
R e s p e c t,
because without it,
a child rebels against authority.
D i s c i p l i n e,
because without it,
a child struggles to persevere.
S e l f - r e l i a n c e,
because without it,
a child becomes slave to dependency.
H u m i l i t y,
because without it,
a child cultivates arrogance.
C h a r i t y
because without it,
a child falls prey to selfishness.
C o n f i d e n c e,
because without it,
a child turns inward.
L o v e,
because without it,
a child cannot practice acceptance.
Dear Mom, I bet the day you held me to ya chest in Abeline, was the day you felt that you’d accomplished everything
But time is flying by
It’s see you later not goodbye hearts racing I promise I’ve been listening
20 years probably hit you like a ton of bricks
But there’s a construct that’s so funny, it’s such a twist
The big bad wolf is me now
Branched off the family tree house
Don’t cry it’s beautiful just loosen up your grip
Look, don’t know if you fully prepared
Like the table when I set it
Come sit down pull out your chair
Cause lately it’s been seeming we are not getting anywhere
From relationships to independence
Here are the words I’ll share
A baby boy in your eyes, but we see different reflections
You held the shattered shards when I was young and needed protection
Take a look at how your oldest just gorilla-glued the pieces
I’ll be safe on my own
I promise ma I really mean it
As I sit inside this room
A zone designed for comfort
I need a space that’s large enough
I am having mental growth spurts
And it turns out universities are my one-way flight to get there
So trynna hold your baby tight might only lead to despair
We laugh, joke, converse, and look back at how I grew up
Reminiscing on the times I started walking in those pull-ups
At the end of the day, you’re still the lady I can lean on
The woman I know raised me
and my hero with no theme song
Absorb this written letter into your heart soul and mind
cheering in the stands you’re the fuel that charged my shine
My final thought to leave you with will put your mind at ease
A man’s a boss on his own
But, a loving mother cultivates a King
Love, your son
When it rains, it shines in these radiant beaming eyes of mine.
When it's cold, it's warm in these promised lands I've come afar to farm.
When you're there, I'm right here and there's nothing for us to fear.
Nights become darker and day’s grow lighter, each becomes more vividly bright.
I love, I hate, but my life has brought us yesterday, today and once again tomorrow.
My world is huge, and so are you perfectly attuned standing straight in front of the line.
I loved you, I hated you and still I brought you neither malice nor any bodily harm.
It is the echoes of uncelebrated storms in your heart I can soundly hear.
Over here and even over there! I‘m still mistaken by shined or shaded Earthly lights!
It is your love for your life of just being that I've tempered and borrowed.
Wallah! It's "A Poet's Day" and you shall be my insatiable ennobled prey.
I am always right by your side to accommodate your pleasurable stay.
Forbidden and pardoned from up above, goodness planted my glory on Saint's Day".
Wallah! "A Poet's Day" and She comes with rain or He comes with shine.
Promised from up above, you are with me from all formations of time!
I roll and I sway reckoning these implanted seeds are here for a very long stay.
I loved you and I hated you, but I'm here by very afar and by many of few.
Wallah! "A Poet's Day" cultivates golden glaring growing seeds of light to sow.
You shall know me and we shall produce a world none can ever show.
I'm yours and you're mine, yesterday, today, and then tomorrow we will shine as two.
TA DA! Your beloved reigns above all your painful empty sorrows buried alive inside of you!