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August 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Lamentations 1-5
Key Verse – Lamentations 3:22 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMPASSION TOWARD ME
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my misery
When I’m lonely, being pitiful and solitary
Feeling sorry as if enclosed around unbelief-treachery---
Here am I, seeking for Your love, full of victory.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my affliction
When I’m weak, murmuring over dissatisfaction
Feeling sick in battling against worldliness-temptation---
Here am I, begging for Your help and direction.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my bitterness
When I’m envious, magnifying scarcity’s emptiness
Feeling jealous about others’ resources’ bountifulness---
Here am I, trusting Your provisions of ready supply-goodness.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my discontentment
When I’m frustrated, losing heavenly excitement
Feeling worthless in wallowing into vanity-predicament---
Here am I, reaching out to Your kindness’ fulfillment.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my insecurity
When I’m fearful, trembling at faith-advancement opportunity
Feeling unable in moving forward, upward beyond any adversity---
Here am I, depending on Your strength’s great stability.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my arrogance
When I’m haughty, pursuing over earthly fame and abundance
Feeling self-sufficient in my accomplishment-driven endurance---
Here am I, surrendering to Your majesty of divine elegance and extravagance.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my distresses
When I’m dismayed, sinking deep into lamentation that oppresses
Feeling depressed in succumbing to discouraging discourses---
Here am I, praising Your name for forgiving my offenses.
August 6, 2022
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
Within the dark mystery of evening,
he listens to two interchangeable discourses
One the gentle persuader, the other, life's ultimate blamer.
Troubled by these seething exchanges,
both conscious and unconscious currents resound,
As the master's inner thoughts boom,
pounding into trails of indecision
with wired quizzes on his mind.
In silence, he weighs dark and light perspectives-
question left unanswered in the din
of reflection,
and through gradual flow of spontaneous musings,
Logic nags his cerebral strains-
scientific, structured assessment of matters which do not really matter...
Somehow, amid the debate where reason pauses with the fragile voice of instinct, the heart remains silent
offering gentle hunches revealing the
wisdom born from honesty, truth...
Slowly, this inner prompting arises
as the master in quiet introspection
realizes: the mind can lie , pride is ego- based ...but the heart, can it in conscience cope with deceit?
The Rock is he on whom I rely
there it is the strength of his arms
to hold me up as time travels by
he holds me close away from harms
My Lord is he and high in station
and tender love he freely dispenses
he lifts me up with joys elation
to reach my heart he has broken my fences
Around me has he builded a mansion
at his feet will I worship forever
with Love there is always rooms of expansion
and prove myself faithful to loves endeavor
His foundation is as solid as mountains
within his shelter I am always safe
Words of affection are shed like fountains
who's waters are cool and never chafe
And so anointed with Love I am gifted
I know my soul and lived from it's sources
one who was wretched and mean you have lifted
the words I have spoken among my discourses
To the temple of Love upon chief cornerstone
against this house will come many nations
with so many lovers we are never alone
upon them your wrath will flow with fixation
It is upon the Rock do I stand
I bow before the alter of Love
through it all do you hold my hand
as I worship in temple of God above
sources 1John Eph 2:19-20 2Cor 6:16
Rev 21:10-26 Ps 118:22 Is 28:16
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
When people call me an atheist,
I just nod my head.
But never invite any hostility with them.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever seen me in a house of worship.
They may think so.
I puzzle when the same people say, “God is omnipresent.”
Some call me an agnostic.
Even then, I hardly respond.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever found me engaging in religious discourses.
They may conclude thus.
Whenever I express anything seeking clarity about cosmic order,
They won’t stop and call me a sceptic.
To be called a theist; shall we have to go on bestowing hymns?
No scripture has expressed it the only way of attaining Moksha.
What about Ben Adhem?
He urges to enrol his name in the list of those who love their fellowmen.
When everything is His manifestation,
Am I not a part of it?
What is real spirituality?
To me, it’s an endless quest to realize oneself.
Who am I?
When a rape happens or
When a rape is performed
Every one wakes up, gets outraged, infuriated
Finds moving phrases that affront the rapist
Leading to agitations at the India Gate and Jantar Mantar.
Everyone has a say,
Exasperation, vexations of all sorts.
President expresses her shock and displeasure.
Some popular neta says, “Boys are boys.”
Some sacrosanct puritan calls for stringent laws for women.
Dress code for women.
It is their dress which exposed their flesh
Causing the rape.
It is the raped who should take the blame.
The rapist will script stringent and austere regulations.
Hues and Cries and Cries and Hues.
We have to do something.
Meanwhile another rape.
Rape and murder follow strictly.
Blame the Chief Minister, Prime Minister
As another minister from another state rapes a teenager.
Whole country debates and discourses about law.
Commission is appointed, nationwide debates.
There seems to be change is coming.
Anti-rape law enacted.
Rapist multiplied.
It is now reported, women are courageous now.
The ing law is working.
Law is curing the disease, not preventing it.
Why this ing rascals indulge in rape
In this great country of traditions and God fearing rich cultured people.
Who are you? She? or He?
Unknowable but known, as a belief per se
Emerging out of fear, death, destruction, loss
Agony, pain, suffering, surprise, puzzle,
mirage, miracle and many more
Hope of the last resort
The ocean, sky, stars, dawn, dusk,
autumn, spring, bloom and breeze
and all the rest is attributed to you
Beyond evidence, reason, logic
Purpose, perceptibility and probe
A phenomenon, beyond comprehension.
You are a human invention
Deeply dwelling in the minds, inseparable
And clinging like breath and beat
Till the last moment
As illusion to explain the unexplainable
Rooted in limitations of time and space.
You exist in imagination,
Coming out as stories, episodes, discourses,
preachings, sermons, worships, convictions
reflecting an attempt for perpetual publicity
popularized from the times immemorial
Much before the discovery of fire
Tyranny, injustice, cruelty, tears, cries,
Hunger, misery, are the order of the day.
Where are you? If at all you exist
It seems your invention is a cruel joke
With complete spiritual indoctrination
Breeding flawed faith, trust and belief
It happens to have dark parts to light
With its understanding sparkling so bright
Amidst other attracting convictions
That seem so true nonfictions
To be nailed in stark crucifixions
Sections in section of different segments designing discourses of reasonable patterns
Have to consider the utility of a take for better usage
Running around the inner open space to enslave the heart
And enrich its promotion after preference must have taken over others
Many things may nag the navigational key of your concerns
And place you hanging between confusions of choice with less coverage-
A very tight view in logical reasoning for been smart
Presents cute challenges accepted every second projecting mindset outcome
Your breath continuous, ceaseless, endless
Happening on its own without any efforts on your part
Ever given it a thought?
How can anything happen on its own?
Not only breathing but all internal activities of body
digestion, circulation, excretion, reproduction
happen without human intervention
Who does them?
This happened when I was in twenties
As a spiritual seeker desiring salvation,
I went to a spiritual Guru and attended her discourses
One day, as I was busy cooking in kitchen,
I saw her in front of me -
Her face and shoulders in air, smiling she blessed me.
I could feel a white luminous light flow from her towards me
Then something amazing happened
I felt my body was lifeless covering of something
I felt no pain, no feelings, no tiredness
I was detached from the body
When I closed my eyes and looked within the body I saw many things
On the right side of my chest was a nude man sitting in
meditation pose hands one above other on his thighs
On the left side of chest was a Goddess sitting on a lotus
She was fully decked in ornaments, wearing a saree, blessing all with her hand
I saw many men working relentlessly
This lasted for many days
I didn't know how to handle it
Prayed to my master to take me a step further
But it disappeared
I was convinced I am not the body
All activities within body are done by many
One person, maybe God or soul controls them
13.08.2021
For :
As we be breathed
Unseeking Seeker
This manifestation of colour that springs from a genome , eternal, nourished, weathered and fashioned by a dyadic fornication cradled in time.
A pigment of hues in an utterance of undertoned, ubiquitous discourses, leaves an impression of stereotype and a plethora of lasting self fulfilling prophecies.
Eyes of blue, green, grey, brown and black see a world in chaos from within the dark, see a postcode lottery determine who lives in peace and who’s under attack.
Born from this colossal chaos are children of men, pure beating hearts that know no colour, that know no attack and are born of wonder. Little beating souls, Tabula rasa’s cleansed from the outset by a Nature's nurture and positioned by fate to their eternal mother. LOVE, love is the battle cry of the ages, But Race, creed and colour, somehow becomes loves significant other.
To breathe is to live and to live is to be, but how can one be if their colour determines, fashions and moulds their destiny
This heightened hierarchy, Noble, dynastic and imperial accost the paupers and protect the privileged. This blend of white creates a world of grey just another spectrum added to this Strata’d state of play.
For no colour will protrude into my life for they tried to make it black and white, yet may they see the four seasons come, may they take back and change what they have done in return, for a speedy recovery of an illness yet unknown, as its no longer children who are above their throne. Can they take on their challenges and reveal their day, can they take away their loneliness and their dismay, from this magnanimous world that is diluted with hate, where its profits before margins, it's no social state.
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