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Tea with our Father may you the hosting to pour the tea out as your FATHER pours into you tea with her Father May hosting to poor that he out as your Father's into you his love hearts fellowship.......
May you the hosting
to pour the tea out
and it's your Father
Who pours into you
and for the teapot
to be left on the table
in his favor
with Elohim facing you
who poured into
may you dedicate
your best and in feelings
until the Lord of God
the proper way to drink tea
is to raise the teacup
representing yourself
leaving your vessel on the table
and to place the cup back on the saucer
between our Father
of six He shares with you his breath
of life a kiss and life and love
with his lips fellowship
10/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Onions You are better than the invisible God
You’re visible and helping us to eat
You’re cheaper to have
than my worships and rituals
Oh Onions !
We have created you and harvested you
You gave better result to our work
Oh God !
You are silent on seeing Poors
You are giving fortunes only to rich and wealthy
It is available even for two rupees
It can be cooked even with out oil
But My God!
Can I see you in temples with out money
Can I have your blessings with out tickets
Oh Onions !
You are very closer to a man from a slum
You are impartial to rich and poor
But My Invisible God!
Are you near to us?
Do you favor anything to poor?
Oh My Onions !
Though you are cheap and abundantly available
You are strengthening our heart
By purifying our blood
You are too better than my invisible God
But My Invisible God
What did you do So far?
You have increased worries and pressure
Instead of releasing them
If You are here ,
You will have to protect humbles from the giants
You will have to feed
all lives in this land
Trillions are dying and billions are going to die
in the race of searching food
But My Onions!
You are doing something to your masters
We traverse those extraordinary significances that transpired
well earned, spent in our fabled youth's labyrinth corridors
obliged naive hearts bolted in present infinity for so oft
succeeding the key of memories becall. It beckons
in subsequent years of a pensive soul tryst with
thyself. Loneliness fades grasped by natures
opening redolences proffering counsel to
evaporate my soul resplendent aspiration to utterance, awakening
greeted birds to flight and favor a dusky crown bejeweled by
distant stars flickering arousal as a moon in its assiduous
mood o'er guiding men to sort out words of worn-out
theme deftly tucked away neath backseats of row
vehicles parked on an acclivity crowded lane.
Steered twilight's, vigilant years wane,
within the effervescent youth from
dawns intrepid golden sleigh.
2020 February 02
So many things can make us afraid
letting Satan suggest so many lies
it's a crippling effect when afraid
tares at your heart causing your cries
Look up to God to give you faith
learn to trust Him for all He's done
all His promises are sure and amen!
stand strong, hold fast, never to run
Be sure of God's inerrant word
it's all true with no error at all
give praise to God for every word
divinely given with heavens call
In God alone, I put my complete trust
to know His favor is never to be afraid
looking to my savior who is in control
who on Calvary's cross my sin was paid
God is greater than the flesh of man
what can man do to God's own
God watches them at every moment
in His hand so safe flesh and bone
(Psalm 56:3 (ESV)
"When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. In God whose word I praise, in God I trust, I shall not e afraid. 'What can flesh do to me?")
Why me
Why me
It had to happen to me
For there is a power within which others shall see
Could it be change had a name call pain
Only to give me a substance call gain
What name it had to change to show me whos I Am
If religious had to be a part
Spirituality is where I hand to land
To properly address Sam I am
Once was a child but maturity whipped away the sand
This path had to turn to a journey forced to seek
To pull out grace and favor inside of me
Suddenly I need a miracle to wipe away the tears
All the test I've gone through over any century and or years
It's clear
The picture is now color and be gone no more black nor white
Why fight when it is out of my hands
Given to a might
Mighty is the power
Forgiveness had the right to land
No more suffering
No more poverty
Prosperity I Am
I have withstood this austere year
Waiting on skies which never clear
Shadows away
Fingers restless for an hour's peace
Scrapes gold flakes from a drying crease
of papier-mache
Random resistance too refined
Leisure, a luxury consigned
To yesterday
Now, tart impatience I require
Passive manners swiftly expire
Against delay
In rushing tempo, I rejoice
Straight-held shoulders, marching my voice
Into the fray
On stout cliffs, I refuse the same
Meek rain, in favor of bold flame
Where bright hopes lay.
7/31/20
For 'Tail Rhyme Stanza' contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
(a note on papier-mache: howmanysyllables has it as 3 syllables but in rhymezone.com it is listed under the four syllable words. I used the count from howmanysyllables.com, but to check it in rhymezone, it is under the four syllable count rhymes - just so there is no confusion.)
VAGABOND DREAMS
Vagabond dreams: It seems
to build castles in air.
Without fear or care.
Vagabond dreams: Streams
of non-senses in flow.
No hurry, always slow.
Dreams of vagabond flying in sky.
No need of scoring high.
Mere dream is the bliss,
Imagism being the axis.
Vagabond dreams sweet and fair,
never entertains nightmare.
Neither expectation with tension,
nor dismay to display.
Pivot is laziness.
Nothing with business.
Vagabond! Free frolic in fervor.
Neither dominates nor seeks favor,
but dreams forever.
09/05/21
'Vagabond Dreams'
Contest by
craig cornish
Gree, the green kingfisher was easily taken advantage of by his friends.
He had a heart of gold, and a caring attitude that never ends.
His friend Marmie was always asking him to do one favor or another.
One day they asked him to give a ride to their brother.
Marmie was a mole, and pretty large, almost corpulent too.
Gree did not know what to say or to do, his options were few.
He did not want to anger his friend Marmie, but he was afraid.
If he had a chubby mole on his back, he might dive bomb first grade.
He could fall to his death over the trees he called home.
He could be killed quickly, and die a horrible death all alone.
But Gree was a people-pleaser, so he decided to take a risk.
He let the mole get on his back. They were off like a whisk.
Marmie’s brother named Darmie was hilarious and fun.
They had such a good time, they made another run.
They were soon flying all over these fast friends, these two.
They loved being with each other, sticking together like glue.
Surpassing Grace
What a kind of peace that overflows inside my heart!
That Surpasses all my bodily worries,
If its about Career, I would go and brag about money,
If it is about relationships, I might go somewhere,
And build up a temple for my friends and family,
If its of knowledge, I would be a monk to seek wisdom,
All Nature and the universe are his finest works,
Nothing to comprehend of its true form and beauty,
Am I a poet? No just a poor wayfaring stranger,
Purpose is overrated, and destiny would drive you crazy,
How could one store up this much goodness for me.
Does it favor ? Or the wages of good deeds?
No Nothing else, what else would be then, His grace alone.
Note: This is a liberal English translation of an ancient poem found in the Classical Chinese Infinite Life Sutra (which dates back to the Cao Wei Dynasty of the three kingdoms era). I made some compromises in favor of meter and rhyme scheme, so it is not wholly accurate. But here it goes:
Assured Success in Achieving Bodhi (Chapter 7):
I will rise far beyond the yonder
And cruise upon the unsurpassed
If my vows won’t come to pass
Then from Bodhi I will wander
I seek to be the greatest patron
And give alms to the forsaken
To let all beneath the skies
Have peace in their long nights
Arising from virtuous roots
Accomplishing the Bodhi-fruit
If I achieve wisdom most high
I shall be known as Infinite Life
Beings who heed my name
And arrive in my Buddha-domain
Will have Sagely golden brilliance
And all the features of excellence
With the Greatest Compassion
I uproot the many passions
Of every order of beings
Endowing virtue most purifying
I shall shine my Wisdom Light
Across the ten quarters bright
Quelling the three dark taints
And pardoning those attainted
I offer salvation to those in perdition
I subdue all turbid emotions
I help open the Wisdom-eye
And grant bodies of shining light
I wall off every woeful path
And pave the way to wealful mirth
I mine the Dharma-treasure
And distribute merits with pleasure
I seek to be wise like the Buddha
To be kind like the Tathagata
To be the teacher of all devas,
To shoulder the universe like Atlas
To preach the Dharma like Simha
To save those mired in karma
To perfect each and every vow
And give Buddha-hood to all
If my vision is proved true
The whole universe will be moved
Heavenly deities shall fete
And scatter flowers like confetti !
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