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World without war...
only possible with the reign of love
ruled by the Prince of peace, source of compassion.
World without war within my heart...
verily exists despite chaos of hatred outside
as faith in God conquers strife through redeemed soul.
World without war in the family...
evidently radiates a heaven at home
experienced by members amidst charity.
World without war among fellowmen...
surely triumphs as kindness prevails over greed
while justice champions truth respecting dignity of mankind.
World without war forever...
eternally such will happen, assured by the Lord
Who declares, "I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end."*
World without war is a reality...
vibrantly presented as a glorious kingdom
since the Almighty King is the Victor ceaselessly.
*Revelation 22:13
August 2, 2019
Edited on March 5, 2024
2nd place, "A world without War" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 4/7/2024
Each realm we visit is a dream template,
wherein our essence is cloaked in a form,
that memory erased, we may tempt fate,
our lifeline at all times, touch of love warm.
Mistaken we’re only this body-mind,
even though we see it is doomed to die,
we spurn soft whispers of our conscience kind,
bemused by desires, reaching for the sky.
Drifting through life in this way sleep walking,
on reaching the point when we’re exhausted,
we recognise ego’s cravings mocking,
as the cause why our heart’s cold and frosted.
Looking all around at life in motion ~
We notice vast space, free from commotion
We notice vast space, free from commotion,
omnipresent yet without attribute,
a deep stillness worthy of devotion,
screen of consciousness nothing can pollute.
Nurturing all existence in its womb,
enigmatic silence all pervading,
evidently code of life does entomb,
concealing in its heart, light unfading.
Scriptures and sermons offer no solace,
offering us not the taste of what is,
so unless we behold God face to face,
we’ll be denied too throb of love’s bliss fizz.
Humbled by this line of contemplation,
silencing thought, we sense God’s vibration.
Silencing thought, we sense God’s vibration,
in as, as the life source, the cosmic gong,
outside space-time, the cause of creation,
hues of a rainbow, a nightingale’s song.
The one becomes two and the two, many,
wherein each entity is hypnotised,
breezing through life, path as may be any,
hoping truth of Self may be realised.
Simply shifting into thought cessation,
poised as tranquil awareness self-aware,
our orientation meditation,
doing nothing, with God’s heartbeat we pair.
Our quiescent heart stifles all debate;
each realm we visit is a dream template.
All that is, is trinity in three aspects
Immanent as identity, with our without form
Both immanent and transcendent as the light of Self
Transcendent as the infinite ocean of pure love and clear light
Within and as the seamless whole of absolute God consciousness
The descent to light of Self retains awareness without love
Thus we as it as such are complete and yet barren
So polarise our Self to imbibe agape love
Self, made in God’s image, is complete
Yet evidently lacking in love, wisdom and power
Earth is a school where Christ consciousness is imbibed
And so we as the Self, an embryo, choose to come here to learn
Encased in body-mind, Self polarised, we are limited and incomplete
So, to reunite the parts that we be joyous and whole, we strive
All spiritual paths but seek this unity of Self within form
Taking back to Self, lessons of love and wisdom
When the light of Self illuminates our form
We know who we are but the learning is not finished
So we remain still until each cell of form is transformed as light
At which stage of awareness we are both immanent and transcendent
A final void yet remains to be pierced for which silence must layer silence
To which end we choose to become slower than the slowest pulse
Whereupon the Self is admitted into the vast ocean of light
Resplendent with the effervescence of agape love
To get to wisdom free from doubt
Evidently debates must end
What is just is and seeks no bout
It's narrow mind that has to bend
Entwined with universal mind
To get to wisdom free from doubt
Our mindful heart's loving and kind
Free from cravings that bind and grout
Warm sunlight has no need to shout
Let us too then emulate this
To get to wisdom free from doubt
May we be love drenched, oozing bliss
Know God too yearns for our embrace
Dance of life but a friendly joust
Soften attention, invite grace
To get to wisdom free from doubt
05-December-2022
What is Real? I ask myself
Is it only that which you can taste, touch or feel?
Or is it not the obvious but only the quiet poundings of one's heart
Those of sensibility, those which all of wondering humanity must endure.
Could it be in the quiet whisperings
Which hang upon a lover's breath?
Could it be in the silent feelings
That which cause my true heart unrest?
Could it be in the long lost memories
Of the beloved that have come before?
Could be in death's eternal silence
Never to speak again evermore?
Could it be the muriad of ideas
That go racing through my mind
Like ships that have crossed the oceans
Fearless travelers seeking to find
Seeking to find that which has not been sought
Seeking to think that which has never been thought
Seeking to create unique individuality from within
Infiinitely seeking...through hardships and loss.
Could it be in the miraculous act
That makes a plant grow from a seed?
Could it be found in the remarkable story
Of how mankind came to be?
Could be in what makes the sun shine
And creates the wind and rain and snow?
Could it be where rainbow's treasure really resides
Will one ever know?
Is it hidden in the quiet snowkflakes
Which flutter untethered through the skies
Could it be contained in their complex frameworks
In which it could microscopically reside.
Magical structures of which they are
Their infinite uniqueness amazingly clear.
From water to air
from air to snow
from snow to water once again
Is this one of the infinite cycles
Of which what is real evidently appears?
Could there be real?
Can it be found?
What is real?
Is it in sound?
Could there be real?
Can it be sown?
What is real?
Is it a fact, is it known?
What is real?
Is there such a thing as real?
Is there a given contract?
Is it a solid deal?
Is there really, really real?
Will real ever cease to be?
Is there really truth in real?
Is there really, real in me?
(December 3rd, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
at first it was unbearable i must admit
i wanted to stay home, i told my mom i felt sick
i understand now why they say time heals
it does
kinda funny though, its healing what never was
the first few weeks i’d wake up and try to get out of bed
awakened from a slumber that was only induced to silence the sirens in my head
carefully watching my steps to avoid the shards of glass scattered across the floor
leftover pieces of my heart that you forgot to pick up, the heart you said was yours
our paintings, you left those too
embarrassingly enough, for my birthday all i wanted was a text from you
eventually things got easier though, or maybe i just got distracted by the bells and whistles of life’s orchestration
you’ve given me no closure yet endless confirmation
unremitting sobs and no one to talk to
everyone was sick of hearing of my suffering, it was awful
then the hurt started to leave, and arose the confusion
how could you pretend? how wasn’t it real? was it all an illusion?
was i just another girl to you? how could my everything be nothing to you?
silly little questions that i realized i’ll never find answers to
because i evidently don’t know your heart, i don’t even think you do
the confusion was cut short along with my livelihood when i was met with you know what
funny, it’s actually only you who knows what
do you know what?
don’t you care?
it doesn’t matter if you do anyways, evidently you lied when you said with you i could always share
now, i still see your face when i walk around my house
it scared me when i tried to remember the sound of your voice and it was faint as a mouse
yesterday i passed the photobooth we took those cute pictures in
the ones i had hanging on my wall
i took them down, but i still look at them everytime i have no one to call
i look and remember when i had you and for that i am grateful enough
i won’t lie and say i’m completely over it, because anyone could call my bluff
i am becoming empty now, i actually understand you more
things hurt less and i’m no longer frazzled when people walk out the door
i’m starting to get back to okay again, but its an ephemeral feeling
shortlived by the memories and remembrance
its mostly emptiness though
mostly nothing
just like you
i guess nothings been the same
not since you left
do you remember those seals
the malleable anchor
i told you i would learn to sculpt
chiseling the seal you wanted
you threatened to fill the bath
a freezer for the fish
buy a place in the country with a pool
far away you would say
from any neighbors prying ear
where we would all learn
to balance balls on our noses
where we would clap together
to those loved songs
we always listened to
running down the highway
you don't do you
perhaps we ran too far
i never learned to chisel
you never acquired your seal
we never gathered pets into our lives
evidently, we only attained half memories
San Blas 91 The Patient Stones
O Lord help me to understand even tho perfection is what I seek
I could never be like thee...yeah,
I was beautifully made but I got limitations you beseech me naw,
I beseech you search my heart you'll find it belongs to you
I long for you cuz sometimes I feel so outta touch,
I spent so many days in the flesh I feel addicted to the lust...of this world
and @ times I feel like I'll never find a girl who gets me,
I could never find a love like yourz evidently but you took my rib and lately
I been so lonely so I'm just waiting for you to reunite us
back together so in you we can live in holy matrimony...
I understand I'm finite, there's no such thing as a perfect Christian,
I understand my sins are forgiven but still I'm a wretched man
hear my cry O Lord I know that you're listening,
I struggle wit submission like Adam & Eve...I struggle to love my brethen
like Cain & Abel give me a new heart cuz this one aint stable.
my mind is losing it, I'm so afraid to make a mistake so
when I grieve the spirit I hang my head low because I doubt anyone can relate to me.
Psalms 51 Lord break and restore me, no...kill me but resurrect you,
because If I'm seeking the kingdom and all its righteousness
I know truly in this world I'll have nothing to lose...
Form:
I do not consider myself a Christian in any way
I believe in a universal energy and that good and bad energy exists in the whole universe and earth is a conduit for good and bad to be played out in a material dimension
I believe evil breeds and grows strong from the fear it spreads
And that some people believe the good energy is god or gods.
But it really doesn't matter what I believe. I came across a bible that my grandfather kept on him all through ww2 it dropped to the floor as I was clearing a shelf in a cupboard that has been neglected for too long. And it feel on
165 chapter 3 Galatians.
O FOOLISH Galatians, who hath bewitched you, that ye should not obey the truth,
Before whose eyes Jesus Christ hath been evidently set forth,
Crucified among you?
This only would I learn of you,
Received ye the Spirit by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith!
Are ye so foolish? Having begun in the spirit, are ye now made perfect by the flesh?
Have ye suffered so many things in vain.
If it be yet in vain.
He therefore that ministereth to you the spirit,and worketh miracles among you,
Doeth he it by the works of the law, or by the works of faith?
Amen.
The reason that she didn’t come to my last poetry reading
Was that I had but faintly praised her hat.
It was a monstrous thing which Mrs. Thatcher,
the Queen most certainly, would have shunned.
It was sort of like a jerry-built bird’s nest
Jammed full of something like seaweed,
Yes, like something straight out of a horror film, a “thing.”
My “Er, yuss, rather .. er .. interesting”
Evidently was not good enough.
She stamped her foot,
Picked up her cocktail
And left her corner – in a huff.
My hat! How petty can you get?
Perhaps my not getting too smitten by her hat and all
Had something to do with the fact
That that snooty husband of hers
Never acknowledges me when we meet.
The most joy I can get from him
Is a barely audible grunt.
I’m not petty, just very sensitive.
Quite different.
Maybe I’m just growing cynical. As I see it,
Most ordinary run-of-the-mill individuals
Can’t forgive a slight
More than just once or twice,
Let alone seventy times seventy times,
Like your true saint actually might.
Most folks keep accounts.
Come off it. You know they do,
Of course, they do,
Or a points system,
Except true friends.
But even there
I have my doubts.
True, friends like friendly bank managers
Wouldn’t dream of mentioning your overdraft.
No, they will lean over backwards
To extend generous terms of credit.
There are such things as
Interest-free loans, write-offs,
Grants and gratuities, but
Not even the IMF has limitless funds.
Only the most officious bank clerk
Actually likes bouncing checks,
Allowing no time lag between tit and tat.
But in the longer term
A balance sheet is drawn,
And even a benign auditor
Must draw a line somewhere
Between the troughs and peaks.