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Man has mused over life’s origin for ages.
The thoughts and treatises of the sages,
filling tall tomes tallying thousands of pages,
tell of evolution in stages over millions of ages.
Life, some say was sparked by lightning arcs.
Amino acids were formed by the electric sparks.
These amino acids served as life’s building blocks
something like a mysterious genetic black box.
Or, maybe, the first molecules of life met on clay,
forming a pattern that looked like a lei.
Over time, they trapped other molecules like prey
and organized them in a complicated genetic way.
Some surmise that life began at deep-sea vents,
formed where the continental shelf rents,
allowing hot fluids from the earth’s core to escape
creating an environment where life can take shape.
Enough of the silly, spurious, scientific speculation.
Is it incomprehensible that life began with God’s creation?
Of all the speculations, it is the only logical explanation.
Our belief about life’s origin has profound implications.
The Bible in Genesis declares that God created life.
The crowning act of creation was Adam and his wife.
Whether fishes, birds, animals, bees, and trees,
the sacred book tells us God created all of these.
Because God created us in His image, we have intrinsic worth.
Apart from this reality, humans are no more than dirt.
If we were not created by God for a purpose,
then our life here on earth is an existential circus.
Chuang Tzu (pronounced shuwang zee) was an ancient Chinese philosopher…when one night a vivid dream appeared before his sleeping eyes…in his dream he was not Chuang Tzu anymore…he was a butterfly.
After experiencing a dreamworld where he flew from flower to flower…where he felt so innocent and free…he awoke only to find he was not that butterfly…instead he was Chuang Tzu.
And he asked himself this now famous question…still asked in every corner of philosophy…Am I Chuang Tzu dreaming I was a butterfly…or am I a butterfly dreaming I’m Chuang Tzu?
Before you scoff at a butterfly that dreams and wonder if Chuang Tzu’s pondering was amiss…remember all butterflies, like us, change in stages…it’s called metamorphosis.
They enter into each stage innocent and when from that stage they finally escape…they have changed a little bit of who they are in their size and in their shape.
In the early stages they crawl and eat and sleep…they are somewhat quiet, reserved and shy…until the day their wings are formed and they begin to fly.
Every butterfly is beautiful as they soar from flower to flower or rest upon a leaf…sharing their beauty with the world for a little while….as their time on Earth is brief.
So perhaps Chuang Tzu’s thinking was not as far off as it seems…
Since we share so much with the butterfly…it’s easy to imagine they, too, might dream…
So I leave you with one final thought before heading on my way
a question, I imagine, Chuang Tzu might ask if he were her today:
Have I written this while sitting at my computer
in the comfort of my home…
or is it possible…
could it be…
a butterfly wrote this poem?
Life is a journey
It is not a hundred meter dash
It is a marathon of curves and twists
That unfolds in stages
Every phase serves a purpose
In the university of life
No matter how brilliant you are
You cannot be given double promotion
You must undergo and pass every course
For every course is for a purpose
As you ride through life stop-overs
Refuse to be stuck at red lights of life
Keep your eyes on the ultimate price
Be focused and resilient
Persist and become winners
Quitters can only lose
Keep your hands fasten on the plough
Let go only when you try just one more time!
When your thoughts don't enter into mine
And my thoughts evade yours
Then who put the compulsions that
You and me should face each other in the boxing ring?
Better, I should stare at the clock for ages
Listening to the crumbling minarets of thoughts
All the external dins and bustles flowing past
Better, I am left with my own ancient self
My musings overflowing streams
Against the tides I swim untiringly
So many forms I see myself in
In so many places, even in stages of reverie
I am the sole protagonist, you all revolve
Keeping me in the centre
Lighting my torch of angelic bliss
I watch the rise of dreams at the horizon of grey reality
Despite all these
Must I spell out what I am thinking?
As dark gives way
Joy hands light the key
To open the dawn of a new day
As she feels the moment long foresee
Friends, extend to her a wish of will today
From my heart-- a song
Not a call and response or an opera
Speed would bless you forever really long
Like look(s) are kept anew in graph by the camera
Noting the difference in stages of being young
My hands play sounds
In its closet of secret melody
Though eyes can't see it abounds
But ears enjoy how it throbs into rhapsody
Leaving most hearts wondering themes it expounds
All the time reply
Be happy and have fun
Against what hindrances bely
Knowing this hour will run till none
Enjoy all the bliss just don't go high
A bell to give different tones
Bass or tenor; sonorous or high pitch
Adhere thy steps of its dictates and hones
Keenly along changes even though it bewitch
Err glaring at everyone yet, you today: thou owns
Add contrast to become skillful
Blending true atmosphere--natural
As the backdrop produces stirs so willful
Keeping joy at heart and wishes in mind off general
Energizing the grace of coming true singing... wonderful!
May no one use on you RIP
Come what may unless thou grows old
Even when circumstances bring about the need to tip
For it all as part of concern to strategically uphold
Rather make it for anyone an unreturned trip
Amen??
Happy birthday dearest sister, friend and buddy
When God takes you for a walk He will take you by the hand
He will guide you towards your destiny so that you may one day see His plans
Now walking is good for you, it stimulates the body and mind
But when you walk with God if becomes a spiritual journey in kind
Now walking requires that you don't always have both feet on the ground
It's a progressive process of moving forward journeying abound
But when God takes you for a walk you need to comprehend
That He is working in the life of all children, women and men
God does not want you sitting down stagnant in your circumstances
He desires you move towards prosperity to go out and take chances
To use your time, your talents and your treasures all that to you God did give
He wants you to take a walk with Him and learn to spiritually live
God wants you to make an effort and be effective in your purpose for living
He wants you to be a good steward with all that to you He has given
To be focused with perseverance and not fall prey to distractions
To create a distance between you and all the devil's attractions
To be organized in your efforts, to step out of comfort zones
To come out of chaos and confusion
and see the love descending from the heavenly throne
God loves us in spite of ourselves and our sinful behaviour
He wants to order our steps like He did for His Son Jesus our Saviour
Now God works in stages and it might be a twelve step plan
He just wants us to comprehend that He is the Great I Am
So when God takes you for a walk it won't be a stroll in the park
He wants to move you out of negativity into His light and out of the dark
Yes there will be necessary pain, trials and tribulations as well
But when God takes you for a walk you will miss that exit that leads to hell
I glimpsed our horizon echoing Sun
Voluminous sets of waves whispered crest
Neath, its silent swarm's hushed sealife possess
A sullen saffron lens rise slumbered some
Dualities of grand expanse, lay calm
Aquarium of a glassless shore stills
The constant vastness of two voids fulfills
Indiscernible range touch spreads aplomb.
Hands to lips flung a kiss ferry o'er a crowded room as a single kiss falls to a floor, unnoticeable to all, except to its deliverer and of course, being the exploit,
A secretive chance for a budding romance enters a phase in shape of a maze of a hall of mirrors within a house of horrors and the vague, willing to the unable, engages,
Third times a charm enters the calm, of the quietude of an early eve's mood, as dusk make haste to night's embrace, the final endeavor in stages;
the audible...mute,
the visual...blind,
the indiscernible...void.
2019 September 19
Enter the 'Pick A Title, Vol 9 - Enclosed Rhyme' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Verse 1-- Oh! Lord God I find myself..
I find myself again occurring at irregular intervals;
Finding myself repenting, over and over and over again;
Oh! God I was lost not I’m found;
In the steady arms of your righteous Son, Jesus;
And I Lord God not continuous nor steady;
(Never, no ever never ready)I sometimes find myself never ready to receive your blessings;
I need to start more praising…
Chorus--Still I’m in stages-
Intermittent praises—
Not continuous nor steady;
Like the “intermittent rain”
Unlike a tooth when your in pain;
I’m sporadic, irregular;
Discontinuous, throbbing disconnected;
Odd, random, patchy, scattered;
In giving you the thanks…
Lord, God in giving you the praises;
I’m fragmented;
I am in “Intermittent Praises;
For over and over and over and over I shall call out, call on your Name
Hallelujah, Hallelujah;
Verse 2—And, Lord God I find myself..
Find myself again and again occurring at irregular intervals;
Find myself repenting, over and over again;
Oh! God I was lost now I’m found;
In the steady arms of your righteous one your Son, Jesus;
And I Lord God not continuous nor steady;
I sometimes find myself never ready to receive your blessings, blessings…
Chorus--Still I’m in stages-
Intermittent praises—
Not continuous nor steady;
Like the “intermittent rain”
Unlike a tooth when your in pain;
I’m sporadic, irregular;
Discontinuous, throbbing disconnected;
Odd, random, patchy, scattered;
In giving you the thanks…
Lord, God in giving you the praises;
I’m fragmented;
I am in “Intermittent Praises;
For over and over and over and over I shall call out, call on your Name
Hallelujah;
6/8/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
From Anthology “Intermittent Praises”
Remember that you are loved. You are worthy. You are not alone. Take care and stay safe.
Memories from 2020:
There are many people struggling with the seemingly hopeless situation that they are in. The pandemic has just piled on the pressure to existing challenges.
There's so much focus on trying to remain optimistic and the shame of not being grateful enough just to be alive. Especially as many people are worse off. Ultimately, however, we each have a choice. And living a life of quality is certainly preferable to merely existing.
I've employed the words uttered by Christ on the cross before He died. It is the juxtaposition of His worthy death against our unworthiness. In dying, may salvation be found for all.
I do hope that anyone who is struggling is able to get the help and support they need, and that someone or something will give them hope for a better tomorrow.
Take care and best wishes.
It is finished
By Michelle Morris
27/10/2020
I have died in stages.
Despite everything, I have tried to cling to hope that this existence will cease to be painful and bleak.
My fingernails are bleeding.
I've been holding on too long.
I let go and the last stage is set.
I am free now.
The shell echoes its last gasp of sorrow
and is quiet for good.
The angels take away my soul.
It is finished. At last the pain is gone.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
OLD AGE PAINS
(In Loving Memory of my Mother.)
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Old journal book soiled by life's pains;
Aged ugly looks, pages and stains;
Old people hooked to sad refrains.
Here in this room old odours cry;
Feel the sad gloom where unease sighs;
Here with late bloom pain comes to lie.
Weathered faces in sad stupor;
In odd spaces with dark decor;
Lonely traces just as before.
Lingering here, loitering there;
No sign of cheer to fit or wear;
Even harsh fear has gone somewhere.
Blank eyes can stare as silence creeps;
No words can fare as wit concedes;
Fair wear and tear waits final sleep.
Dumb and blankly that certain gaze;
Dementia sees all in a maze;
Completely blur that certain craze.
Fumbling stray lot of sanity;
Remnants of plots now so edgy;
Dreary grim thoughts dragging weary.
Yet we struggle to gain a grip;
Scream and juggle in blown mind trip;
Death's a hustle as body creeps.
Face now fading in these bleak times;
Slowly moving with stumbling chimes;
Release coming in dreadful rhymes?
Well-worn pages in setting sun;
Such ravages feed snoozing pun;
Death in stages in dreadful grunt.
Now beyond hope, faith has no cure;
Care cannot cope with lost allure;
Sad form makes dope of sure tenure.
In-between then and now, some poise:
Brief knowing span recalls lost voice;
Watch smiles pretend to attempt choice.
Such old age pains reveal once more
Life hazards stain sad corridors;
Where time speaks plain, no metaphors.
Our visit brief and strange and void;
Blame follows grief, babbling android;
Dash and achieve yet still devoid.
Our tale is told in fits and starts;
Our end unfolds in broken hearts;
Our crumbling gold in splintered parts!
Yet, I grow old with lapses clear;
And yes I'm told I forfeit cheer;
Forget to hold memory here.
Leon Enriquez
24 June 2014
Singapore