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Proverbs 18:12 “Before destruction the heart of man is haughty, and before honour is humility.”
In the stillness of my senses, I hear a voice
the voice – often distant, giving me its opinion
when I look at the world and see,
it is me that looks to be, the one I hear
telling me to give into the temptation to be
self-regarding, self-seeking, self-centered
greedy with my time, my kindness, my gifts
greedy, secretly greedy – so no one can see
what I often lack is an altruistic sincerity,
kindness that serves, giving into the voice
that is not really me – it is the One who I know
makes a way through the ego’s greed,
into the beautiful of mercy and grace, completing me
with a sensitivity that can only be found
when looking into the heart that has been reformed
by the gentle hand of One who died and bled,
One who spoke to my spirit when He said…
“let go of your pride – let go of your greed”
“listen to the wisdom of generosity”
“listen to the insights of One who died on a tree”
“listen to the understanding of compassion”
He told me that love is more than the voice I hear –
the voice that tells me to make myself clear
when all is said and done, it tells me to hear
the selfishness of my tone, the egotism
that comes from knowing – it’s what I want, what I crave
what I covet, what I desire…
that are the most important to me when I ignore
the voice deep within – the voice I hear, when
I hear the love that rests in my spirit
when I let go of my pride, and hear what He’s revealing
through a compassion, a grace, an unending faith – love
that comes to say…
on the cross, He made a way
on the cross, He came to say
whatever comes, just kneel and pray
to the One who refused to be self-seeking
with His love, His gift to all people…
He silenced the doubting, the darkness, the greedy
With LOVE – unconditional…
He taught us the meaning, of listening to that voice
the voice – the selfless pleading…
spoken by the Creator who had a plan
to restore each soul and I know He can
free us from our pride, our selfish greed
change our entire lives, silence our egos
and remind us what it means
to love beyond our greed – to love because all we need
is this Jesus who came to breathe…
life into those who believe, faith into those who see
the love that will ever be… the answer for you and me!
In the melancholic hour of introspection, where twilight paints the sky with sadness,
Religious souls often walk, hand in hand with righteousness,
Forsaking the tender embrace of compassion for the cold certainty of being right,
Clinging to a fragile mantle woven from threads of egotism,
As if their faith could ennoble their identity with divine approval.
In the sacred sanctuary of belief, they build altars to their own image,
Domesticated echoes of God's infinite transcendence,
Reduced to comforting whispers that mirror their desires,
Learning of the Divine as children learn of Santa Claus,
Yet allowing those notions to ossify, remaining infantile and unchallenged.
Oh, irony, as we cast aside Santa’s joyful illusions,
Maturing our visions of myth and childhood fantasy,
While our understanding of the Eternal remains in the naivety of youth,
Unprepared to confront the vast, untamed wilderness of divine transcendence.
Here, in the labyrinth of our minds, echoes of childlike perceptions resonate,
Yet the true divine is an unfathomable abyss, a dance of shadows and light,
Beyond the gilded cages of our self-fashioned sanctity,
A whisper in the wind, a flame in the depths of night.
We baptize our egos in holy waters, seeking absolution for our vanities,
Enshrining our beliefs in stone, unwilling to weather the storms
That might erode our crafted idols, revealing the raw, untempered truth,
Which asks not for our righteousness, but for the tenderness of a compassionate heart.
In this silent pilgrimage through the chambers of our soul,
We must unshackle the Divine from our limited grasp,
Allowing the boundless to flow, to mingle with the currents of our existence,
To guide us through the dark waters of humility and grace.
Let us not forget, in our zeal to be right, the gentle call of compassion,
The holy whisper that beckons us beyond ourselves,
To embrace the transient and the eternal, the darkness and the dawn,
For in that sacred embrace, we find the wondrous, ineffable face of true divinity.
Thus, in the quiet of twilight, among the shadows of our beliefs,
We are called to transcend our domesticated notions,
To embark on a journey of deeper understanding,
Where compassion and humility lead us to the heart of the Infinite,
And righteousness melts away in the light of true and boundless love.
Listen my children
and you shall hear
of the midnight ride
speeding greed will steer.
Just as our cooperative economy
is fueled by gratitude,
our competitive WinLose economy
is fueled by greed.
Other parallel points of contrast
ecologically and logically follow
in their own sweet and sour time.
Cooperative industry,
business
tribes
governments
systems and networks
enjoy organically limited slow-growth
in comparison
to capitalism and elitism and egotism
fast-growth
toward insufficiency of Earth's carrying capacity,
and Yang-dominant WinLose evolutionary enculturation
of Yang-Yin divisive survival stories--
Mom and Dad never could get along--
secularly supplanting sacred
Yin/Yang health/wealth thrival stories
of slow Paradise
revolving seasonally appropriate deep-ecological development,
listening to both redevelopment Left
and reverting-reverse-time decompositional analysis Right
of restoring nutritional-slow
and toxic-fast
health trends.
Further,
and don't fall asleep yet,
we're just getting to the best part,
slow grown cooperatives toward abundance
are dominated by matriarchal/patriarchal integrity stories
more than fast-paced
overshooting patriarchal Westerns with shot gun dissonance,
the chaos of believing and teaching
that justice is what comes out of the end of a rifle association,
incommensurability of values
across economically healthy corporations
as also ecologically wealthy organic-flowing incorporations,
both born of FatherSun
deductive LeftBrain enlightenment
and MotherEarth
inductive RightBrain polyphonic feelings
of color and sound
music and dance
in octave-fractal
slow-growth marches
toward salt marshes
predicting oceans
of YangLight
slow-breeding Yin-tides of revolution.
Matriarchy,
where what is embedded deepest
is also ethically and aesthetically highest
richest
healthiest.
Listen my children
and you shall hear
of the midnight ride
speeding greed will *****.
And everyone died alone unhappily ever after
as before.
Great White Father,
About those anti-BadNewsMedia rallies
while our SouthWest is burning
and while our SouthEast is flooding
and wet windstorm conflagrating,
feeling the flamed-up wrath
of an angry EarthGoddess,
Why do you plant and nurture hate
and anger
against potential WinWin integral communicators?
Did it not once occur to you
to wonder why you chose to be elected
in this climate precarious time?
Why are you like BadNews zealously mendacious Saul
when we so obviously need a more integrated St. Paul?
Filled and overflowing with healthy integrity,
Holy Matriarchal Spirit-Nature.
Your mockery
and tongue-lashing
and transparent ego-promotion
will not help one child
recall what a great job you did
while made in U.S. of A. family homes
and forests are burning
longer and stronger
every devolutionary decade.
Your egotism
and anthropocentrism
further inflame climate disasters
and absence of accessible health care,
cooperatively given as received,
and healthy wealth of economic and politically reasonable reassurance
that, together,
as a healthy bicameral democracy,
we can rebuild this co-dominating
co-operative constitutional
integrity we so redemptively WinWin need
We need to gather to heal Earth's climates,
not to destroy them
with bad attitude and vilifying pathologies
rather than gratitude and health-wealth celebrations
to restore justice and invite cooperatively owned peace
into ego/eco-centered green health hearts
and wealth societies
reforesting our WinLose deserts,
Revolve
resolve our storming desserts
for past hubris
of Great White Fathers
demanding missionary colonization
inflaming idolatrous hate
rather than inviting
our seas to still
our surviving trees to witness our worship.
One difference between you
and Barack Hussein
I notice you never mention:
You look at historical outcomes
for nature/spirit WinWin Native Americans
and gleefully declare
"They lost!"
Barack recalls those same disempowering outcomes
and sadly, yet more patriotically, notes
"We all lost."
I wonder if the burning homes
and trees
can hear that terrifying empathic difference
for future integrity
of a mental and physical
mind and body
spiritual and natural healthy democracy.
When in having or showing a seemingly moderate,
most humble estimate of one's great merits,
and importance, free from ones vanity,
egotism, boastfulness, or grateful pretensions.
When free from ostentation or showing extravagance.
Can you a modest house,
white washed as new cotton picket fences.
When kind when in having,
or showing a proper regard for the decencies
behavior, speech, long fevered press,
and desert is best served:
when a modest neckline is not seen on that dress.
A demure young chorus girl.
Not being prudish could suggest an exaggerated,
self-conscious proper well fitting form of modesty
or propriety in behavior or lacking in conversation
when one whom like I, being thought of, as you wish
to be thought of,
easily shocked and who more often than not
is thinkingly tolerant.
Could a prudish objection to a harmless remark thus provoke.
When I am loving you, but you never me.
Bold, but coarse.
Often is the bread, when seeing the greenest sea.
I am but a small,
humble, low, slower, meeker version of thee.
A candle light woman.
Bright camera woman,
and a dream for he, comes true.
Can you not find,
this being this your modest of modest of styles today.
Can we not be ostentatious or kind of pretentious
without it being unseemingly, not extremely or excessively?
When it is modest and moderate,
decorous and or decent, when coming, I ask this of thee.
Love me and thou be art,
it is most often then, only when found by thee, is modestly.
Keeping due measure of your new found treasure.
It is a concentration of all of your riches,
and often one which is considered lost or forgotten
until being, you it is fire, 'rediscovered.
Of fine ripe women and wine, 'not improper or lewd,
Never once considered, a shrew.
'I will, ' therefore, with only thee...
Being that women adorned in themselves is modesty...
When beechen quickened red buds begin then to swell,
And the woods, far off this woman can see.
Being thus when this is, I have written
on this page.
It seems too me like modesty.
I was in need of assistance, was getting no attention. In this world of greatness and superpowers Help, taboo to even mention. Being swallowed up whole in total apprehension. So, I asked for, there opened a door to another dimension far beyond our comprehension, came Divine Intervention.
For I came in life blind, didn't know where to look, although I kept ignoring that thing called The Good Book, till my life SHOOK. Found, we're in an infinite life containing many hooks, bite even one your goose could be very welled cooked. But the bait is so inviting, off the chain exciting soon, for your life, you'll be fighting. I also read, there will come much dread from a hard head.
Hey, hit or miss, I got this, goose pert near cooked, when snagged by a hook. Then hurled into a wicked world. The extreme heat of friction from addiction. Hard bumps, big lumps, many contusions and far out illusions. Then became stained from only trying to attain capital gain, where also came, acid rain.
I couldn't envision the collisions from too many religions, creating complete indecision. while tv and the internet, seem to bring division. Racism, extremism, egotism far too many isms, what's next A cataclysm? What looked to be a delusion now, a foregone conclusion.
Then came good news, it's ok to take a snooze you won't lose, if the right path, Choose. But how do you take hold when you're completely baffled. I stood confused still catching the blues, from the drugs and the boozes turning the screws.
Even though, I listened to people throughout, at a time I thought I was coming about, without a doubt. Sound like good advice, some I listened to twice. Instead of gaining ground, I was feeling, I was about to drown, started to have a meltdown. And to add to my woes, all doors had closed. Then got very cold, when I fell into a deep dark hole.
Everything was a blur, I heard an awful slur, Game Over. That's when I cried for, there opened a door, to another dimension, far beyond our comprehension and I was granted an extension, through Divine Intervention.
The deliberate hurt is
a wound never healing,
forgiveness may be granted
to that soul expiring;
and as the trembling lips
close, serenity descends.
To have loved such a person
would have been wrong, not smart;
nothing honorable and pleasant
came out of that foul mouth.
Some realize the demonic force
that was behind it to cause animosity
towards the kindest of hearts;
then is anger the curse of the unforgiven,
not to fully and sincerely apologize?
It's wiser to bear offense than to offend,
so that the guilt is not concealed inside,
but open to unfair criticism
rather than visual humanism;
and would one cope with implausibility?
Along our path, we may see roses...
smell their aroma and cherish their loveliness,
but beneath them there are many thorns
ready to poke those who rush judgment;
and they will bleed for not having been cautious,
or at least avoided the useless torment!
I have bled in my utter blindness,
putting everything at risk, sparing no mercy
for a quest to uphold my integrity
by being too complacent, and not showing kindness.
And ignoring that anger is the curse of the unforgiven,
I beat hard on my chest to feel the acute pain...
remembering the hostile voice putting me down;
embarrassing me of such a vulgar mannerism,
making me despise and hate any exhibited egotism!
The longest time has passed to shorten the brevity of compassion,
to make me aware that to have none is a denial of self!
Weep and mourn for shutting all doors on fairness, cruel soul;
sleep not, for remorse is a plague inflicted upon the unmerciful
who see themselves less useful than those discerning death!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
So why competing?
When you see a young
parrot singing ,"
Respect your husband
and
Stop competing
with him to
save your marriage."
You will be astonished to see
a bird telling
you the truth.
So why competing?
When you see a peacock teaching
more about pride.
You can think, thinking to hit
the innocent bird with
A golden rode
because it is a master of arrogance.
So why competing ?
When a white rabbit says loudly, "
you can easily
Say if my
husband mistaken cheat
and I cheat too...,'
But if he buys you valuable
stuffs you can not buy
Them for him too...
to prove your competition.
Dear , It is so cuckoo.'"
So why competing?
Egotism
is a relative and best friend of egoism
And both two lead to destruction
because they are all vanity.
Don't allow some evil spirits
distract you.
There is no solution
in infuriation...
But
There is an answer in forgiving and forgetting.
Written March 2014
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Luke 14:11 (KJV) “For whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.”
Meekness reveals to me assurance that I’m wrong
When I don’t let go of grievances,
When I let bitterness distract me from loving,
When I remember only those things that discouraged,
When my memories are filled with contempt
When my recollections are covered in doubts
When everywhere I look and all that I seek….
Are reasons to applaud my own deeds and ignore
The good deeds of another who has left me feeling
More blessed than I could have ever imagined….
When I don’t hear the hearts that I encounter
And overlook the wonderful in another soul,
I find myself left with only greed that I can’t defend,
Selfishness that boasts of the way I fail to give,
Egotism that overwhelms me with a sense of pride,
That dark and dangerous vanity that reveals my lack of sanity
When I can’t seem to understand the beautiful
In another’s light, another’s heart – another’s soul
I fail to give back, from within, that part of me that Jesus
Prepared, the part of me that He guided and directed,
The part of me that only love could have perfected…
And, only LOVE can lend to another heart, another soul,
Another who needs the grace that I have been shown!
Never let me become so self-flattering, self-righteous and self-serving
That I fail to reach out to another soul who needs to see…
The ways I have grown since I gave my heart to the ONE who knows,
Without Him beside me, without His love… I’d never be able to become
Humble enough to let go of myself so that I might give to someone else!
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