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An eagle spirit conquers storms of adversity,
like a silent soul floats amongst the sky's artistry.
Soaring higher, ascending further from perception,
Free from judgemental realities of deception.
Through silver-rippled clouds, glimpses of sun's projection,
Animals, hills and streams merely blurred perfection.
Cocooned in silent tranquillity, brightly scintillating,
Elevated flow of peace astral souls stimulating.
Drifting like peaceful streams, formless in spirituality,
Floating nonchalantly lured by the moon's hospitality.
Stars illuminate, creating the path's foundations,
Soul ascends carefree from a life of tribulations.
Swathe in the crystalline warmth of a galactic revelation,
merging with the Universe in its empyrean constellation.
Released from worldly strife in its final aspirations,
Soul reaches joyous heights in its heavenly inspirations.
Line of inquiry:
“Of the fact we are alive, we are sure
All else scriptures say, may or may not be
So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure
As formless awareness we become free”
by Unseeking Seeker
Keeping God-search simple is so easy
Just set some moments to pray even if we’re busy
His omnipresence and everlasting love guide
If we keep the Holy Spirit’s dwelling and abide.
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If we hold our faith and truly believe
That without Him, goals are impossible to achieve
That He knows all our thoughts from the very start
He knows every plan and the desires of our hearts.
We can always keep God-search simple
If we keep our faith burning and read the bible
His words give joy, strength and show us Light
God’s always with us if we follow His will, do what’s right.
Keeping God-search simple is our daily way of life
Just totally surrender to Him all our troubles, strife
For He’s our Father who’ll never abandon His children
A Faithful Shepherd looking for His lost sheep ‘til the end.
Keeping God-search simple is truly amazing
We’re in a haven of comfort, such a delightful feeling
Having full assurance that’ we’re in His loving hand's care
Free from doubts and fear to enjoy life, so to others, we share!
In the darkness, God brought forth LIGHT. “Let there be” and it was. All that He did was sanctified and good.
Breath of God sweeping through our hearts this day. The wind of holiness. Saturation of LIGHT, life and love.
The Spirit of God was hovering. He separated the LIGHT from the darkness. No longer formless and empty.
He is the giver of life. In Him was life, and that life was the LIGHT of all mankind, isn’t it great. On a lampstand it gives LIGHT to all who are in the house.
We can rest because he has made a way. The just shall live by faith. Keep the commandments of God, and the faith of Jesus.
God might be just and the justifier of the one who has faith in Jesus. God is LIGHT and in Him is no darkness at all. That was the true LIGHT which gives LIGHT to every man coming into the world.
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil! Woe to those who put darkness for LIGHT, and LIGHT for darkness!
For you were once darkness, but now you are LIGHT in the Lord. Walk as children of LIGHT. Then Jesus spoke, “I am the LIGHT of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the LIGHT of life.”
In the end, LIGHT will overcome darkness.
ScottM 10/26/2025
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ? Martin Luther King Jr.
Space flickered and our heart sighed,
since the heartbeat of God spied,
though cognised by soul’s eye chaste,
offered not agape love’s taste.
Formless presence free from thought,
ego reduced to a dot,
though at peace, feeling complete,
love bereft, faces defeat.
Trudging along heaven’s trail,
savage instincts yet prevail,
which is why, God draws not nigh,
for in our eye, grows lust’s sty.
We’re almost there but not quite,
bestowed not spherical sight,
though God’s bliss boon makes heart swoon,
whenever there’s a full moon.
We wait our turn as we burn,
within this mind-body urn,
setting up an intent wave,
whilst promising to behave.
Grazed by bliss, soul becomes pure
and childlike presence demure,
upon which, we feel a surge
and in God’s heart, gently merge.
“Happiness comes when the individual merges in God”
~ last words of Swami Sivananda
‘Who am I’ being the question
Is what we first need to probe
Before we wonder Who God is
As wayward ego we disrobe
All that comes and goes is unreal
So it’s clear we’re not body mind
Space and time seems to be a cage
In which desires grip us in a bind
Taking refuge in staid silence
Ego in head melds with love in heart
As formless presence poised in the void
We feel within bliss ignition start
Bliss in permanence is a boon
Fixating focus in all time meditation
In time identity falls away
We then feel one with God’s creation
Mirroring the swami’s heartbeat
Divine magnetism bestows clear sight
The mists clear and then we see
That our true form is living light
No one ever asks for what everything is, a cosmic cycle of shadows and lost light,
You will be buried in the clothes of unfulfilled dreams, mantles of light and throbbing illusions,
Or, like all of us, modest souls who cannot pay for grand transitions, we will spin
On the eternal winds, freed from our earthly forms, an ethereal thought in the dance of the stars,
The crematorium opens like a star gate, a dragon of fire and change,
Refining us, our skin melts into the sacred steam of purification, we burn like stars
In a starry night, transforming into the magic dust of eternity, ash
Scattered in the mysterious landscapes of forgetfulness, as if sprinkling an ashtray
In a millennial breeze with a forgotten name.
Every dream, a spark in the infinite universe, silver butterflies
Losing their wings in the dance of eternity. We hide in the rainbow of days gone by,
Too poor for marble altars, silence is our silent witness,
An ethereal echo in the vastness of the universe, we get lost among the enchanted leaves of trees,
Our ashes nourish the earth, returning to the cosmic beginnings,
In the blessed arms of mother Gaia, nameless, formless,
A luminous dust rising in a beam of light, dancing in the cosmic silence.
No one remembers us anymore, enchanted stories lost in the untouched magic books,
Buried in white pages and incantation verses, ethereal spirits
Wandering the infinite corridors of the universe. Better to burn in the strong winds of desire,
Than to wither under the weight of earthly years, prisoners of stellar oblivion.
The fires dance in the eternal night, a mysterious and extraordinary spectacle,
Burning our desires, purifying our dreams, leaving behind the dust of dreams,
A luminous trace that is lost in the galactic depths of time.
Memories, our falling comets, scattered in the cold wind of infinity,
Embracing the earth like a wave of magic and nostalgia,
Better to be ethereal voices echoing in the cosmic silence,
To be ghosts singing their own rebirth,
In a universe that does not ask, does not seek, only eternally transforms.
Our ashes, enchanted dust, scattered in the forests
Of eternal forgetfulness, where trees embrace the sky and rivers always flow towards the stellar seas,
Without regrets, without complaints, just a magical equation revealed by eternity.
Under the ashen sky of a forgotten era,
Where the pseudo-man hides his dreams beneath the cloak of silence,
We wear paper masks in our puppet dance,
Each movement traced by invisible strings,
Public opinion, a cold wind that lifts and lowers us,
An unseen hand whispering the illusion of choice,
In a theater of shadows where truth loses its light,
And the generations to come, with their glassy eyes,
Will look at our relics with an absent curiosity,
Wondering if we were ever anything more than echoes,
In a world of noise and uncertain steps on the floor of oblivion.
Under stars extinguished by indifference, we built temples,
Made of words that scatter like sand in the wind,
We spoke in whispers that never touched hearts,
And we allowed ourselves to be led by formless shadows,
Searching in the void between us for something we could not name,
Only silence where we had hoped to find the song,
And perhaps, in times not yet born,
A world will emerge where truth is a living flame,
Where words will be embraces and not swords,
But for us, there remains only the melancholy of a lost dream,
An echo of unfulfilled desires, still haunting eternity.
The ebullient fluidity of ecstasy cascades with charisma
across the enchanting fabric entrenched in the valley of time,
changes the tenor with the reflection of imaged chromatic sky
on the parchment of the delightful dawn and the dulcet dusk.
On the convivial canvas of sanguinity the emotive artist
paints the poignant panorama of the designed dreams,
perceives the cadenced essence of attitude long unsensed.
Life is then an outlook lattice of euphoria called marvel.
The miasma of surreal trance envelops within its insight vista
the formless cloud of dreams with changing mystique motif,
drifts diffused from the cauldron of obscurity to nowhere,
the shadow swathed by the sands of the stalled time.
With the multicolored seraphic strands of possessed passion,
the infatuated mind weaves the tapestry of conviction,
dispels the ungrasped illusions that seem dismally distant.
Life is then an attitude of sensation called elation.
In the reverie river flowing to the shoreless eternal sea,
the mariner mind sails on the winsome waves of rapture,
bypasses the debris of the denuded wasteland banks,
floats across the beleaguered bridges that break behind.
The vintage voyage seeking the fulfillment of the end envisions
in the gleam of twilight its assimilation in the bay of bliss,
sculpted at the filigree fringe of the sunset halcyon horizon.
Life is then an opinion of acuity called beauty.
The bible
our pure poetry
Divine voice
art -- gallery imagery
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite –
shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom
to light, shape, transverse supernal grace,
we, alone, limit speed
and trajectory
bridging dark gaps, colors
dappled, dropped and splashed
faith will make mix, both consciously
and intuitively apply:
heaping our scrapers and brushes,
the chill of the chalkboard screech
the joy of the slip and slide
the rankle of arms and hands figuring
otherwise meaningless medium
Creativity man's Adam
ligaments of my elastic being
dutifully, lovingly allowing stretch
for explore
sinewy constructs for
mental lift and taut endurance,
the unshakable frame that
holds all upright, and
makes daily challenges
superbly sculptable, while
retaining elasticity --
God let’s be
and we decide
if when and what…?
His unseen hand
yet in the flaming attributes….
Come Out With Me
Come out with me in the shadowtime,
Where we'll dance together in rhythms slow,
Sensuality crawling slow, delightful across our flesh
Feeding on one another
On the rich fare of warm dreams
Dredged up from the dark
Consuming ourselves in strong caresses
Touches afire with tenderness.
Make love with me
While the splintered light of the stars
Drifts down to Earth untroubled
By its crossing of the infinite black void
Make love with me
While the bright cold light
Falling off the ragged face of the moon
Illumines our side of the world,
Calling forth the beings of the night
To attend to their silent affairs.
Not without some shade of former glory
Fell the angels who stood with Lucifer,
As the brightest stars, giving up their existences
In flaming cataclysms, vast and soundless,
So did they pass Below,
From Light Eternal to Darkness Supreme.
Even so it stands with mortal men,
Creatures at once Divine and Diabolic
Strange accidents of Fate,
Beauteous monstrosities,
Mysteries to ourselves.
Glories ring even in the midst of our disgraces,
Dishonors too, within our victories.
We are the terror of Creation,
We save or destroy
With power undirected
Minds undisciplined.
So come out into the shadowtime with me,
To mingle formless passions
Filling in the hungry spaces in our hearts;
Reveling in our young humanity
Devouring our desires, mating
Bodies and minds
Sewing together the shuddering fabric of dreams,
That fragile, tenuous light crawling close,
So close to ground at the burning edge of the day.