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In order for us to redeem the time we need to give God our best
and be willing to do all He asks as proof of where our faith rests
as it's not about how much you've given but has your faith been consistent
in offering all you have to God with a loving persistence
to be thankful when receiving any and all blessings that come from God
and responsible when you get them and holding them in the highest regards
but to offer anything to God that costs you nothing at all
is the difference between true sacrifice and just giving a lip call
for it's not about just talking the talk, it's about being willing to walk the walk
what motivates us? and what is in our hearts?
are two of the things that most concern our Lord God
to be about giving God your best, as He's the only one whom you need to address
there will be times of difficult instructions when you choose to follow His commands
there will be some hard choices to make that you may never come to understand
yes God will test you to determine your faithful resolve
but if you place your trust in Him some mysteries in your life may be solved
and when making a burnt offering to God it needs to be free and whole
coming from one's heart with the surrendering of one's soul
so never offer God anything that costs you nothing to give
remember it's only by His grace and mercy that you even live
Abraham was so faithful to God he was willing to offer his only son
his hope for the future, his heritage, his legacy now under the gun
about to slay his only son until the Angel of God appeared
and told him, "don't touch that child", for we know of God you now fear
he was willing to make the sacrifice and give all that from him God desired
no matter how hard, no matter how difficult to follow the instructions God inspired
hand God your hands and let Him have control
adhere to God's plans and surrender to Him your soul
trusting in what He instructs you to do
believing His blessings will then rain down on you
God has much in store for us when we follow His instructions
and will supply all our needs with His providential productions
His word is the pathway to promise and the roadway to righteousness
His love is the gateway to glory and the highway to holiness
so don't offer God anything that costs you nothing in life
for He made the greatest offer to you with the crucifixion of His son Jesus Christ
Written: December 02, 2023
Quote "Without birth and death, and without the perpetual transmutation of all the forms of life, the world would be static, rhythm-less, undancing, mummified." Alan Watts
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“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
I deploy discursive divine depiction as a guide.
A gateway to Genesis, where it takes its side.
Unbridled and untamed, my voice may rise.
I pursued knowledge out of pure surprise.
Low-frequency vibes induce a shift in shape.
Scarcity leads to transmutation, of spare scape.
Alchemists transmute leads to sacred gold.
Metal sheds its genius luster in the kiln hold.
I waltz freely with doom in the gloom.
I inhale oxygen to marvel at life's bloom.
I endure steps yet disappear in the dream.
Structure is unaffected by the skill stream.
Love is my soul—my reason for existence.
Living in lavish love is a lifelong vow of diligence.
A mind, weaved with such insight, was so warm.
I flaunt my firm frame in this fabulous form.
When you are feeling opulent and egotistical.
Those who are dominant were miscible.
Departure might induce an unfillable hole.
Descry a suitable way to purify your soul.
There are ecstatic and tragic days, love and hate.
No matter how tough we strive, this will be our fate.
Note how sporadic and fleeting life is; spot the stride.
Our days of tribulation bruised our noble pride!
Rather than succumbing to hatred and rage.
Turning negative into a rising trend of assuage
Let trust and troth tackle tricks and malicious
Such a restrained demeanor is truly auspicious.
Within, most consensus spans are wide.
It's all whim; scatter love and watch it glide.
Trust your scintilla—trek to the boundless sea.
We may all profit from sowing wisdom trees.
Conquered the most-dubbed landmass on Earth.
And yearning to discover raw levels of worth!
Death, then delirious with deceit, drove his life.
A wicked beast embedded himself in strife!
A susurrus sparkle to the shimmering love.
Enhances adieu strut below the moon above.
Breeze says, "Love on, my dear, and dance."
Across the trees, a gentle man's glance.
It is very impressive to go westward
in an early morning of midwinter,
because you will see a full moon
that you have forgotten for a while
in the middle of the western sky.
[The westward moon is, perhaps,
the one that Li T’ai-Po
who was bewitched by
and delighted by a moon so much
chanted poems in praise of the moon
throughout his life,
after breaking a thick frozen ice on the lake,
scooped an August full moon
that is not sunken but still floating
on the surface of water,
and pasted it to the wintry sky.]
Although the air in my car is still cold as ice,
and roadside snow is being melted from salt spray
and messy, covered with splashes of dirty water,
the moon, like a virgin still chaste,
[By manmade machine and men,
the moon, though, lost her virginity long ago,]
looks immaculate and gorgeous as ever.
For the moon
riding high in the western sky
enjoying the honor and admiration that is entitled
only to virgin girls
though she lost it long ago,
the north wind,
because of her envy toward the moon,
was wandering in the frozen waste
pleasure driving a sheer-white chariot
brings a violent snowstorm,
and heartlessly shakes the moon
that barely hangs on the midwinter’s western sky
to fall.
After so much abuse,
kicks, stamps, smacks, and blows of violent wind
that of more than she can bear
the frightened moon flees to south, then to east
with her paled and waning face,
and finally disappears somewhere
where no one will able to find her.
Total darkness covers the earth,
overwhelms to deny everything.
At the edge of this darkness
a somewhat eerie looking hunchbacked creature
[Although he was much intelligent,
yet tenderhearted, a man more sensitive
than the worldly-minded ordinary persons,]
comes and searches for the disappeared moon,
and when he finds
a segment of a shattered piece of moon on the earth,
he embraces it in his bosom with tears of joy,
and falls to the ground with his last breath.
And as a hunchback perishes
a young man with more holes
than the shattered pieces of fallen moon in his rungs,
who always whispered sadly to the waning moon
while leaning against a southward window frame,
comes and carries the hunchback’s remains hurriedly
in the cart to an eastern gateway, with gasping,
to the place where the full moon dwells, with panting.
Ah, behold, the celestial dance, a cosmic spectacle for all to see,
As the moon gracefully obscures the sun, a moment of unity.
But wait, let's ponder, let's question this grand display,
Is it just a celestial ballet, or is there more at play?
We gather 'round, millions strong, within the path so narrow,
To witness the eclipse, our hearts aflutter, our hopes aglow.
Yet, as we marvel at nature's show, let's not forget to ask,
What purpose lies behind this act? What's hidden in this cosmic mask?
Is it but a coincidence, a mere alignment in the sky?
Or does it hold a deeper meaning, a message from on high?
NASA's livestream beams it forth, for all the world to see,
But do they hold the answers, or are they just as puzzled as we?
Minecraft and Fortnite, they join the fray, in their own pixelated way,
But amidst the games and chatter, what truths do they convey?
So as we gaze upon the heavens, let's not just blindly stare,
Let's question, let's wonder, let's seek the truth out there.
For in the mystery of the eclipse, perhaps lies a clue,
To the secrets of the cosmos, to what's ancient and true.
And as the shadow passes, and daylight once more reigns,
Let's not forget the questions, let's not dismiss the strains.
For in the enigma of the eclipse, there lies a purpose, profound,
A cosmic riddle waiting to be solved, if only we dare to look around.
In the darkness of the eclipse, whispers stir, tales untold,
A gateway to the unknown, where mysteries unfold.
Could it be a portal, a passage to another realm,
Where shadows dance with demons, and gods take the helm?
Apep, the serpent of chaos, slithers through the night,
As Set ushers in a season of unrest, bathed in eerie light.
Some call it Shiva, the destroyer, the bringer of rebirth,
A cosmic dance of creation, upon the fertile earth.
But amidst the celestial ballet, whispers of a darker plot,
CERN's halls echo with rituals, where souls are sought.
Are they preparing for slaughter, a sacrifice to the abyss?
Or unlocking secrets of the universe, in a cosmic twist?
As the eclipse fades, and daylight returns anew,
The mysteries linger, the questions brew.
For in the shadows of the eclipse, lies a tale untold,
A cosmic enigma, waiting to unfold.
Jesus at the helm
Guides this ship toward
Heaven's Realm
He leads to Glorious
Light
His children through
The night
Raging Billows mount
As hills
His voice lifts
"Peace! Be still!"
And the roiling waves
Will cease
To a gentle rolling
Peace
Jesus at the helm
Now guides this ship toward
Heaven's Realm
He leads to Glorious
Light
His children through
The night
Mark 4:35-41
Wind and Wave Obey Jesus
35 On the same day, when evening had come, He said to them, “Let us cross over to the other side.” 36 Now when they had left the multitude, they took Him along in the boat as He was. And other little boats were also with Him. 37 And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling. 38 But He was in the stern, asleep on a pillow. And they awoke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?”
39 Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace,[a] be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. 40 But He said to them, “Why are you so fearful? How[b] is it that you have no faith?” 41 And they feared exceedingly, and said to one another, “Who can this be, that even the wind and the sea obey Him!” ~New King James Version
Verse is shared from New King James Version of the Bible and easily viewed as a free Bible resource at Bible Gateway
Some say tomorrow promises not jubilation but annihilation. And others say that tomorrow will bring horrors and sorrows. Tomorrow, a myriad of people will dream and celebrate yesterday. Tomorrow, many will not sleep but have nightmares about the future.
Tomorrow, I need not stop, park, recline, resign, and claim 'what's mine'. Tomorrow, I need not live with regrets, make fewer requests, and never again protest. Tomorrow, I will not look, feel, act, think, walk, and talk as if an anged ancient hasbeen. Today, I will not be anxious, stressful, and worry about what might happen tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the 'Age of R's": Redemption, Reconciliation, Rededication, Resilience, Resolution, Resurrection, Restitution, Reconstruction. Tomorrow will bring Restoration, Renewal, Revival, Revisitation, Returns on Righteous investments, and the Revolution of good. Tomorrow is the golden gateway, the ocean expanse, for that 'best' which will have finally come.
Based on the news media as well as social media available, tomorrow looks worse by the day. Should I hide my head in the sand and brace for a crash landing, or keep hoping, voting, and praying until the politicians come to an understanding, or head for the hills until the smoke settles, or get into my bunkers before the bombs start falling, or until the freeze is melted, or until the hurricane ceases?
If such were my only source of information, I too would be filled with intimidation and frustration. But my sources tell me to look up because my redemption is near and that tomorrow bodes great things. Based on a book that I have been reading for more than 50 years, tomorrow is looking better every day.
11262018PoSoupContest, Tomorrow, Edward Ibeh
Our severe pain is unforgivable at eternal night.
I twist over, my brain hustling with mystic insight.
Cries made me exuberantly sad, letting my sting.
I felt bound that could never be fit of stirring.
Your gloomy yell penetrates the serene quietness.
Leastwise, I realized you'd befall a whiner pitiless.
You've arrived at my most prominent gateway.
Once again, it roused me up, as it had all sultry day.
I let forward a puncturing shout of agony.
Once again, I will not scorn the cease eagerly.
And reject the thoughts mugging my reasoning.
Grasp my once-living voguish is promptly dying.
The blade was in a distinct area to my brawny arms.
Reverberations of our ultimate hug hang my eyes.
Such much sorrow stuffed into a cramped space.
And all I lack is to regain a place in the audience.
I'd wisely prefer seeing genuine compassion.
Except for me, everyone is in repletion.
Afterward, why are you pounding on my door?
I was dodging, similar to the mild night before.
I'm going to have you removed right away.
It happened as soon as it was made defray
My supplications and asks for salvage were unmet.
I'm mindful of our dreadful period once onset.
How random do you admit your mentality?
But voicing regret isn't enough in this vicinity.
Remember me for a type of contact with you.
Sorry for the hassle, yet my choice is too true.
It was vital for me to do what I did.
I couldn't stay with you anymore; I want a slid.
I needed to awaken and concede my misstep.
That you'd follow me until the night with no pep.
We can scarcely improve anything right yet.
And I must say I'm right from the outset.
For the time term, "I'm apologetic" will not vow.
You've broken my soul and granted me a bow.
You can't undo the wrongs you've done.
You didn't opine over what you shun.
You had the only choice but to perform this.
But our relationship has cooled an abyss.
Can't you consider your acts have altered you?
Supporting for my freedom to cognition blew.
However, it needed lasting by till ends survival.
Rusty mind that deadly sins were unforgivable.
Written: November 11, 2021
''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Light
Aflame
Alight on
A note on- “Brahmarandhra”:-
An aperture in the crown- in our head
In acupressure is referred as- the point GV 20
For Fixing the mind in Dharana is one of the place
The other place is Heart; a lotus, flame, deity or Self
is imagined there. After this focus one should meditate
Between the eyebrows …there lies another vital point
~ Often referred as Third Eye: Is the Place of Thalamus
Pair of Eyes take in light mages are formed in cortex
There is also Amigdyla Like a pair of headphones
Brain operates controls life. Breath, Senses, Regulate
There’s a mechanism in there A circuitry put in place
Our senses travel by thirteen no. Cranial nerves C1-13
The cranial nerves meet At Pons Medulla oblongata
as bulge on flower stalk, pea size In our Mid-Brain
Pair of Eyes~ Speech~ Our Ears ~
Sight locked. Tongue is Stay open
On tip of nose Upturned Can’t shut
Sets a posture Lock onto Nor flap ears
Balancing breath. The palette Yet hearing stops
Inbreath- outbreath In Balance. When in deep sleep
In Jainism, Tradition. Deep Sleep is Meditation
In Kayotsarga - Fourth Turiya Is our true nature -
The bridge on. Beyond Awake, Sleep, Dreamless sleep
Upper lip is key. Beyond Jagrat-Sushupta-Swapna , .the Triad
To keep the focus. The constant in the CNS Central Nervous System
Loci of meditation; 1Exit point: Brahmarandhra. 2.in the cavern in heart
The mouth, the lips, the tongue, the speech, taste, hearing, touch organs
Keeping the senses on hold Connect to Brahmarandhaa, crown on head
Brahmarandhara: Gateway; Life exits through this point upon death.
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I'm glad for it's a beautiful day
For it's a day for a new beginning
To restart but more aware than yesterday
I'm glad I made it
For it's a day our God as made
So i'll rejoice and be glad in it
Even amidst circumstances
Gratitude is a gateway
For more, to be happy
Is to be free from external outcome
I am glad for breath without stress
I breath in life from source
Out life for plants
I'm glad, for love
I find lovely people allover me
Showering on me unconditional love
Elevating and awakening me to the truth
I'm gad, for the roof over my head
God blesses the source of creativity
I would have been sleeping on the streets
I'm glad, for I have clothes to wear
To cover the scars of life
Uncovers the beauty to be portrayed
I'm glad, for I have food to eat
Surviving here is not easy
while thriving and striving
In Africa, Nigeria to be precise
I'm glad, for I am healthy
Healthy without medicines
the remedy for another illness
A apple, a day away from the doctor
I'm glad, For companion
I always find company in my path
Making my journey worthwhile
I'm glad, for the living
Respect the dead
Support the living
As it's not easy to be outcast
So, it's not easy to strive
I'm glad, when they said I can't do it
I am possible, nothing impossible
Whatever I put my minds to
I always push through
I'm glad, for water
The source of life
To drink
To bath
For cleaning clothes
And more
I'm glad for the sun
The source of light
In the day
healing absorbed energy
From others
It helps me dry my clothes
I'm glad for the moon
The source of magic
The light at night
The womb of earth
I'm glad for the stars
They makes the galaxy beautiful
Makes a lot of memories
While stargazing
I'm glad for the nights
I find time for myself again
Time to ease on me
From all the stress
Caused by the day
I am glad for the
Blessings I can't see
Post but can feel
On the way
Be glad so
You don't get depressed
Over life issues
Others opinion
Unknown
Be glad, for there's always
Something to be grateful for
If not LIFE!?
Be grateful for God
For the sun as risen
Because nothing
Is above our Father
Almighty in Heaven
In the twilight of this dream world, where shadows whisper through the wind,
I wander through corridors of reflection, each turn a portal to forgotten realms,
The stars above, like ancient storytellers, weave tales of love and loss,
Their light a gentle caress on the tapestry of my soul.
The moon, a silent guardian, watches over this ethereal dance,
Its silver beams painting the landscape with a touch of melancholy,
A river of time flows quietly beneath the bridge of my thoughts,
Carrying fragments of dreams, aspirations, and unspoken words.
In this mystical garden, where night-blooming flowers share secrets with the stars,
I find solace in the delicate interplay of light and dark,
Every petal a whisper, every shadow a memory,
Creating a mosaic of existence, a dance of ephemeral beauty.
The trees, with their ancient wisdom, stand as sentinels of the past,
Their branches reaching out like arms, cradling the dreams of the weary,
Leaves rustle with the songs of forgotten wishes,
Each breeze a reminder of the transience of time.
In the heart of this enchanted forest, I stumble upon a mirror,
Its surface rippling with reflections of my innermost thoughts,
A gateway to the soul, where past and present merge,
And I, a wanderer of dreams, glimpse the essence of my being.
The mirror shows a path, illuminated by the soft glow of hope,
A trail through the labyrinth of my desires and fears,
Guided by constellations, eternal beacons in the night sky,
I walk this path, a journey of self-discovery and awakening.
Oh, how the night sings its lullaby of stars,
Each note a constellation, each chord a galaxy,
The universe a symphony of wonder and mystery,
A dance of celestial bodies, timeless and profound.
In this dreamscape, I am both the dreamer and the dreamed,
A part of the cosmic dance, a thread in the fabric of existence,
My heart beats in rhythm with the pulse of the universe,
A harmony of light and shadow, of hope and melancholy.
As dawn approaches, the dream begins to fade,
The stars retreat, their stories whispered into the morning light,
Yet the echoes of the night linger, a soft murmur in my soul,
A reminder that within every twilight, magic and mystery dwell.