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July 13 Scripture Meditations Based on Song of Solomon 1-8
Key Verse – Song of Solomon 1:4 Draw me, we will run after thee …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DRAWING ME NEAR YOU
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your compassion
With Your love’s direction along Your Word’s instruction
From hatred’s bitter reaction against apathy’s cold intrusion
Toward persevering devotion to prioritize Your great commission.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your kindness
With Your care’s cheerfulness along Your comfort’s gentleness
From rudeness’ conceited indifference against unconcern’s critical madness
Toward transforming goodness to show Your marvelous graciousness.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your commitment
With Your call’s appointment along Your charges’ reinforcement
From idleness’ empty achievement against slothfulness’ vain accomplishment
Toward strengthening diligence to work through Your empowerment.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your mercy
With Your help’s restoration along Your pardon’s clemency
From negligence’s perilous result against offenses’ grievous deficiency
Toward assisting dependence to trust Your sufficiency.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your light
With Your Scriptures’ guidance along Your truth’s might
From darkness’ fearful night against hell’s torturous sight
Toward illumining wisdom to shine with Your delight.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your presence
With Your salvation’s assurance along Your forgiveness’ license
From condemnation’s fatal incense against wickedness’ destructive sense
Toward rejuvenating revival to serve through Your divine iridescence.
July 13, 2022
I woke up and felt dead.
Nothing new, but I’m spurred on by tonight’s events,
A chance to drink and party with friends.
I didn’t understand my lecture and the tutorial went over my head,
But it’s fine, it’ll be drunkenly forgotten by the time I’m in bed.
Mondays are tough, I’m not rewarded refuge from the noise,
I’m left yearning for the next night out with the boys.
When I won’t stress about uni,
When I no longer hate the way I look,
The scars disappear as if the alcohol took- all the that pushes me over,
All the restless torments and stupid insecurities,
But they’ll be back, and worse, as soon as I’m sober.
The floodgates reopen and the water floods my mind,
Accompanied by headaches and nausea entwined,
Now it’s worse than ever because all that I can think,
Is when an earth can I next drink.
“I am not the body, nor is the body my possession—
I am Awareness itself.”
One who realizes this for certain
has no memory of things done or left undone.
There is only the Absolute.”
We now enter still waters deep
Rejecting all knowledge we so far chose to keep
The reason we invariably tend to self destruct
Is owing to sole dependence upon the mind body construct
Whilst we are endowed with the power of discrimination
We choose to be blind to reality being caught up in stagnation
Though knowing that in this world of duality everything has polarity
Only the few detached rotate images viewing their sphericality
Simply stated to exit the evident confinement
We need to bring about inner alignment
In thought & word & deed
Employing the mind-body as our steed
First we must recognise the coordinates of reference
Before plotting path of preference
Let us then begin by taking the opposing view
That the mind body is the all with thought senses & sinews
We immediately see that it is a cage bound in narrowness and limitation
Our divine connection through conscience promising boundless bliss & elation
Seeing this polarity we have on one hand the external ephemeral
And on the other the unknown but seemingly limitless internal eternal
We know we are awareness independent of senses and thought
But we are now swamped by fears & desires all ego begot
Our dilemma then akin to a drug addict
In denial of truth even if succinct
Awareness survives death of bodily form
As does Divine Love felt within as magnetism warm
The truth then clear yet the realisation elusive
For as long as we dwell in symbols and illusions allusive
No sooner we choose to internalise our consciousness
We reclaim our freedom as formless awareness
All we need to do is to use our free will
To exit delusion by keeping our attention still
Allowing our cup of joy to overspill
11-December-2020
My confidence* in God must be always steadfast!
Being omnipotent, He is bigger than my tenacious strong faculties...
Upholding my faith, His power anchors me against wavering.
Thus, I acknowledge and confess to Him my unstable ways
While delighting in His blessings that bring peace-filled bliss.
My reliance upon God should be braced by His commandments!
Being omniscient, He is wiser than my educated intellectual prowess...
Checking my heart, His truth instructs me to prioritize His will.
Hence, I need His direction to propel my spirituality upward
As He drives my persistence toward eternal pursuits.
My dependence on God ought to show my sincere humility!
Being omnipresent, He is faster than my skilled ready preparedness...
Loving my soul, His grace enables me to do what's best with my utmost.
Therefore, I submit to His mercy, constantly available
Enabling me to serve Him well despite adversities.
*Proverbs 3:26 “For the LORD shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken.”
February 2, 2019
waltz partnered by the phantom
that was your once loving self,
undoubtedly accompanied by
potent hopeful aromas, yet
undertoned by doubt upon
translucent features materializing,
your true colours, feared interference,
ghostly eyes boring elsewhere.
a dance now sluggish as
upon the lower limbs formation,
choosing actively to escape
abandoning miasmas
of potent rotten love
intoxicating with dependence
that's not mine to chase.
unanswered questions linger
inescapable transformed rhetorical
that should've, for once,
forced a truth from your lips
that burn with lies, eternally aflame,
bringing every soul down with
your unfaithful, meaningless kisses.
lone upon the laminate dance floor,
as if a shattered mirrorball
the shards bursting fool's hope
right in the heart. pained reflection
of better times, ignorant
of the vast masts of red fabric,
washes through like waves—
yet drowning, flooding with woe
meandering every vessel
it swirls with acid
leaking from streaming ducts,
mixing with cruent crimson wine
from your backstabbing
dance affair, filling,
scathing the lungs aflame.
the last sooted breath stings—
tasting like bitter betrayal,
piercing the heart with finality.
it gazes as your heart swells,
for the next pretty thing,
and it shrinks tenfold
with hopeless realization.
We serve people in surroundings seeking service, satisfaction and simple pleasures in return
When someone dies, same is snatched away and we shed tears thinking how we will survive alone
Grief gives a glimpse of innate selfishness of humans who are sorrowful for self even at death.
Grief grows when we are guilty and our guilty conscience pricks
Dwelling deep within, we detect desires and dependence as root cause of despondency
If we selflessly serve somebody sacrificing self satisfaction at the altar of service we seldom have sorrow
Mind makes miseries through mean musings
Meditation and mindfulness mitigate miseries
When mind is in the moment in front, our miseries end and we experience bountiful bliss
Death's deadly blow marks the death of suffering for many
Those who are detached and love selflessly rejoice at death for suffering of loved ones has ceased
Wise wisely welcome death as they are prepared for its presence and perceive permanence of soul
24.04.2021
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While speaking learned words, you are mourning for what is not worthy of grief. Those who are wise lament neither for the living nor for the dead.
BHAGAVAD-GITA 2.11
All created beings are unmanifest in their beginning, manifest in their interim state, and unmanifest again when annihilated. So what need is there for lamentation?
BHAGAVAD-GITA 2.28
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Written for:
Contest Name - Grief in 12 lines or less
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
Alliteration 12 lines. Spelling and grammar checked at PS grammar checker.
Bhagavad-Gita is an ancient Indian spiritual book
April 28 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 20-22
Key Verse – 2Kings 20:3 I beseech thee, O LORD, remember now how I have walked before thee in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in thy sight...
FAITH IN GOD WHO REMEMBERS OUR TRUTHFULNESS
God remembers our truthfulness because of His holiness
With our walk in His ways of righteousness
While seeking Him by faith midst His graciousness
Thanking Him for His goodness.
God remembers our motives’ sincerity
With our acts of honesty
While obeying Him by faith for His authority
Thanking Him for His security.
God remembers our prayerful devotion
With our submission as well as dedication
While following Him by faith along His instruction
Thanking Him for His direction.
God remembers our dependence on His guidance
With trust in His counsel along full reliance
While cleaving to Him by faith midst His assurance
Thanking Him for His governance.
God remembers our stand upon His Word
With our conviction to stick to the Spirit’s sword
While learning from Him by faith to conquer deceit’s discord
Thanking Him for His leadership as our Lord.
God remembers our involvement to advance His kingdom
With our participation in His ministry without boredom
While praising Him by faith midst worship-freedom
Thanking Him for His wisdom.
God remembers our determination to become triumphant
With our decision that in His mercy, we stay jubilant
While exalting Him by faith midst heart that is vibrant
Thanking Him for His love, always radiant and abundant.
April 28, 2025
As November draws near,
And winter is there.
The spirit rejuvenates every year,
For helping diabetes cause, that is so dear !
The cool breeze and the flowers' scent,
Renew the energy within, that should be spent,
In educating the masses about this pandemic,
That's non communicable, but often plays havoc.
Taking so many lives, and many get sick.
'Diabetes wellbeing and at work'.
Are important areas, where we need to work.
'Dementia, Depression and Diabetes distress'
Are mental issues that we need to address.
Morbidity and mortality, thru them get high.
Urgent steps are required, rather than just sigh.
Many a novelties and breakthroughs in diabetes we have seen.
So productive and useful, it's history has been !
When we relish the sucesses in this field,
And expect many more to come in this field.
We truly feel submerged in the ocean of blessings.
Being grateful to the Creator, for solving mysteries, so baffling !
Despite all breakthroughs and innovations,
Is man pleasing The Creator and His Creation ?
It's failure of humanity, if that is not happening.
Success is very far, if moral values are waning.
A person with diabetes should be ready for changing.
With passing time, he should continue learning.
The well being and peace from within shall surely foster,
As diabetes knowledge and tackling skill, the person shall master.
Once self sufficiency and hope get kindled within,
The clouds of dependence and despair will vanish within.
Then each person with diabetes, shall be a torch light,
A beacon of hope and guidance, amidst dwindling light.
His Momma always thought that she'd go first.
Her health it appears had been terminally cursed.
Her dog was a great source of comfort for her.
Picky was her baby all would concur.
Picky was her constant loving companion,
never leaving Momma's side when she was bed ridden.
Momma always thought Picky would be there by her bedside
up to that final day when Picky's last kiss would kiss his Momma good bye,
but Picky got ill. Soon after, Picky died.
Understandably Picky's Momma was heartbroken.
Picky's Momma's last day would not be shared with him,
but had Picky seen his Momma be the first to depart,
most certainly soon after Picky would have died of a broken heart.
Picky devoted his entire life to you
not just out of love but emotional dependence too.
Picky's life would be sorrow without his Momma.
Picky never would have survived such an emotional trauma.
Sweet Nancy (Picky's Momma) you probably don't even realize it
but you gave your sweet, loving Picky a wonderful departing gift
and in return Picky will greet you when the time comes
at that place where we all will eventually and eternally be among
all of our departed fur babies and all of our lost loved ones.
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It’s a parasite’s world.
The worm of laziness
Clogging the mind,
Ego refusing change.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Seeping through one’s blood and breath.
Adoption, adaptation to change, an uphill task.
Ignorance, dark, deep, masquerading ugliness.
It’s a parasite’s world---
Where dependence is practice.
And excuses-- strategy, to design.
Deadlines met feverishly by others.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Where type of work affect quality.
Where comparison and perks galore
Stifling freedom, to create with responsibility.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Where, those who do and are willing
Get busted with jargon of abuse.
Euphemisms learnt and articulated.
It’s a parasite’s world
Where fear is fed with horror.
Where incompatibility and incompetency
Rule one’s hidden strength and power.
It's a parasite's world
where love lavishes in luxury
and 'Basic Instinct' given prowess
Suck out life from the 'highest of all species'.