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J-ust say a little prayer
O-f praise and gratitude;
A-sk the Lord to accept
N-othing but your humble attitude.
N-ightly and daily call on God, glorify Him at dawn;
E-ven during noontime, worship Him all alone.
D-ay twenty-three in June
E-arnestly say a little prayer;
L-et your heart be thankful
A-bout the good health ever.
C-ome and say a little prayer,
R-eturn to God all the glory;
U-se the few chosen words,
Z-ealously please the Almighty.
M-eet Him and say a prayer
O-f faith, hope and love;
I-mplore the Lord to pour
S-o much grace from above.
E-ntreat the Father Almighty to make you even stronger;
S-ome good things will come, just say a little prayer.
I miss you
I miss you Mother Earth
Your gentle winds have taken me
To journey beyond the stars
I miss your kiss
Your new growth
Your green horizons and
Scarlet seared sunsets
I cross my hands and
Gently place them against
My beating heart
I feel the gentle vibration
The life blood flowing within
I whisper to the Elders
Please guide me
With grace and beauty
With love and light
So that I may
Kiss away the tears of others
This is my gift
I see the snow and rain
Dust and wind
Sheets of mysterious weather
Blow towards me
Enveloping me
With their force
I completely surrender
Opening my heart fully
To magenta realms
Revealed in a furry haze
I am naked in my passion
And desire
My guides cradle my wounded heart
My arms open in a full embrace
I become one with you
With nature ~ with sight
Sound and smell
Nuance becomes my heartbeat
Tears, laughter, compassion
Light and a deep
Understanding of others
Bubbles up from
The bottom of my soul
Gazing down I see my
Children of the sea
Frolicking in
Immense playfulness
Twisting and turning
Diving into saltiness
In rhythm with the boat
I gaze and call to them
My magic silvery dolphins
Of the deep blue
Their calls fill me with joy
When they look up and wink
I know they are
Calling me to join them
In gratitude I dive in
To join my Delphinus tribe
Guardians of the sea
Surrounding myself
In musical waves and
Salty tears of delight
Understanding peace within
Beauty beheld
in pupils
irises
expanding Spirit’s filaments
mind
deciphers
delicate
impressions
flowering nerve shiverings
heart petals unwrinkle exposing tender core
temporarily holds what is
to falter, fade
then dissipate
senses alert in
perceptual observation
bows gratitude
personality evaporates
as Beauty returns
into Source’s palms
we
ache
for
a raw rare repeat ~
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On Beauty : Feb. 26
I was just four when I discovered that some grown-ups cry.
That’s because I saw my mommy dragging my daddy down the stairs,
Her eyes so full of tears that they fairly poured down her flimsy nightgown.
Daddy wasn’t crying. Daddy was dead.
When I was six, I had cause to cry on my own account.
Mommy had been dating a man, she said if they married I would be a flower girl.
One night she came into my room crying a little and said she was sorry, they eloped.
I cried quietly. I’m not sure it was all for me.
At eleven, a whole new kind of tears entered my life.
Asleep in my room late at night, I awoke to my mom screaming and sobbing.
My three-year-old sister slept next to me so I just listened as my stepfather beat her.
I cried so hard. I thought I would never stop.
Age 20 and happy to be in college away from the pain.
Divorced, mom found a new love in vodka, and he controlled her more than her ex.
I brought my love home to meet her, and she asked him how he could like a fat, lazy slob like me?
I knew I shouldn’t cry. It didn’t stop me.
In my life have been many opportunities to cry.
Being told I would die when my daughter was a baby and I thirty-two,
The death of my mother, my youngest daughter’s fiancé dying of cystic fibrosis.
With each tear I fade a little. I’m almost gone.
So now in my 50s, I find out my oldest daughter is sick.
Stage four lymphoma, and she didn’t cry through chemo, hair loss,
Almost dying four times in treatment, emergency surgery, pulmonary embolism.
It’s okay. I cried enough for both of us.
She is twenty-six, and sometimes I can hear her crying.
Her lymphoma is back, creeping into her spine like an armed terrorist,
And while it is a small encampment that hasn’t grown, our fear, sadness, and helplessness increases daily.
I hear her cry. I make sure she can’t hear me.
I am approaching sixty; sometimes I feel one hundred.
I wonder if God has allotted us a finite number of tears for our lifetime,
If those tears are stored in the chambers of our heart and we need to conserve some for what tomorrow holds.
Let her last tear be her last tear. But give me one last tear — sparkling and light — dancing down my cheek in gratitude as I fade to clear.
fbruary 2, 2019
The elf was wrapped up tightly in lighted string
By a mystical witch who claimed to be a queen
She did not know if she would ever get out
But had been told not to wiggle, move or shout
The wrapped elf stayed there on Halloween night
Werewolves and vampires stopped and stared in fright
The work of Minerva, they agreed; one hid in a small urn
Some were so scared, they ran off, terrified Minerva would return
The witch did come back at midnight as she had stated before
I kept you safe from Halloween, she said to the elf, Lenore
Lenore gave her a nod, and conveyed her gratitude that night
Hoping to slip away, while the moon was sill rounded and white
Although the name, Tat Tvam Asi, was new to me, the thought and meaning were not unfamiliar.
If I say that I am closed minded, would you judge me and set me apart as one incarcerated?
If I say that I am open minded, would you welcome me, embrace me, accept me as yourself?
If I say that I am both closed and open minded, would you deem me schizophrenic or delusional?
Such were questions posed to one I met on a commuter train who challenged me to a "Rethink".* He was well versed in his belief, calm, poised, relaxed, and offering me a key to meet the real me. He even challenged my life-long belief that mankind needs a restoration because of a separation. He insisted that I reject the need for restoration because there never was a separation from God. We had a long commute of at least an hour, and as I deboarded the train, I was more convinced. More convinced and confident that I was on the right train and the right track at the right time. The right time because I needed someone like the eye-opening gentleman to challenge my faith.
I am reminded of one occasion or encounter I had with people of a much different faith than my own**. At the conclusion of a failed conversion attempt with me, I complemented the gentleman's taste in his attire as a way of saying, "No to your religion, but yes to your dress code".
He seemed startled by my kindness.
With regards to the commute train gentleman, I, with a sense of gratitude, was able to determine with a sense of certainty that I was opened-minded enough to graciously respect and listen to him; and at same time, I was closed-minded enough to say graciously, "Thank you sir, but no thank you".
072521PSCtest, 'Tat Tvam Asi' Contest, Unseeking Seeker *Fictitious story **True story
Dark night of the soul
Dark night of the soul,
questions our life role,
feeling incomplete,
staring at defeat.
Our void-centric view
lets bliss beats renew,
whilst ego contracts;
from God’s path detracts.
We’re not mind-body
spewing thoughts shoddy
but are living light,
vibrant day and night.
Life’s journey is tough,
crests become the trough,
like a Ferris wheel,
testing zest and zeal.
Thus when doubts arise,
gone’s childlike surprise,
unless we be still,
trusting divine will.
Be strong, oh hermit,
each breath’s our summit;
inhale gratitude,
exhale fortitude.
Trudging life’s plateau,
yet sparkles heart’s glow,
for nodes within jive,
saying we’re alive!
11-July-2022
My dogs look at me and I know what they say
Go away, shut up so we can play
They look at me with those adoring eyes
And know how to get their prize
They know how to manipulate my soul
Have me under their full control
They will bark at me if they want something
Will bully me until I start succumbing
They dare me to challenge them
No shouting or condemn
They will answer me with attitude
Expecting me to show gratitude
They are so damn cute
And an absolute hoot
They are the rulers of my world
Without them I would be twirled
They keep me going everyday
They are kind and gentle, not when they play
They can communicate
And can educated
Into their way of thinking
Without over thinking
They are my fur babies
All cute as daisies
I'm lost for words, do I suppose to feel this way about my detached family
Mother and brother with their weird dynamic duo relationship
My father has a whole another family or two he's managing
Perplexed by my young adult children with their selfish ways towards me
My love has been taken for granted; betrayed by conditional lovers
I loved them unconditionally with all my heart still to this present day
The way I've been treated, had me to become numb to silent
The DNA test seems only good for ancestry or hidden family connections
"Blood thicker than mud" is just an illusion to me when it comes to my family
I would have been more relieved if I was adopted; detachment explained
At this present time I'm homeless without any genuine help
My mom want me around because she's lonely a lot of the times
My father lost for words most of the times we converse
Brother want me around to show off and brag about what I don't have
Daughter want me around for emergency baby sitter for her children
Son locked up and need me to keep account with commissary monies
I asked out loud, "Why would I be in a family dynamic like this"
The energy is heavy and draining when I'm in any of there presence
Knowing I deserve better, but not feeling spiteful or resentment
My family was all I knew; now realizing I have to let them go
Lesson that love is not suppose to cause pain, confusion or revenge
Lesson to stop love from being the core for change in my world
Lesson how forces work through your family to discredit love
Lesson of dark generational curse to stray me to hate for self destruction
Lesson for a practice run to prepare for a family life I deserve
Lesson to destroy me as a soul with love for humanity(unity)
Lesson for hate to be inflicted to weight heavy on my heart
Lesson to give up on love, turn to materialism
Lesson of survival to be an example of a spiritual warrior
It was lessons for courage to survive with unconditional love for self/others
Despite the fated lessons still I smile with gratitude
Evolution at its finest as lessons stimulate my growth to remain in love
All is forgiven; no hard feelings and love(GOD) will always live within me.
My gratefulness is Yours, my God, for Your enduring mercy*…
Constantly soothing my soul, healing me from iniquities’ disease
Ceaselessly reliable for my comfort while Your heart I strive to please
While I'm being prayerful with faith’s fervency.
You deserve my gratitude, for Your mercy expressed by Your Word…
Continuously at work in my life, granted with eternal redemption
Consistently on duty for my gracious transformation
While I'm being steadfast, resisting to be worldly-devoured.
*Psalm 107:1 O give thanks unto the LORD, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.
April 10, 2019