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The dispersed dark specks drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness,
that the sky shapes at the edge of the ductile dusk,
since the beginning of the titular time.
The silken tapestry of the black blanket spreads slowly
as the twilight dissolves at the hinge of hazy horizon,
like the rinsed rainbow melting on the crumbled cloud,
from where the draping darkness flows with fluid night.
The sound of silence echoes in the night sky ethereally,
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to sparkle bright
in the bejeweled crown of the argentine ambiance,
where the moonbeam strands weave dream of you for me.
In the stardust sprinkled bewitching night I wait fervently
for you to emerge out of my dream like an angel,
walk in the craving corridor of my mesmerized mind,
as I let my longing drift in the air of night’s amorous allure.
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
By Michelle Morris
15/10/2024
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
It goes on and on until the Universe ends
Forever and ever may you experience the Oneness
With every single breath
I wish you a Good Life
I wish you all the Best
I hope you see the Beauty of your Soul
I wish you Health and Happiness
I hope you find your special Purpose
I wish you well with your Life's Legacy
I hope you know your eternal Magic
I wish you Comfort and Serendipity
I wish you Times of Wonder
I wish you Joy and Peace
I wish you Love and Light
I wish you the bestest Dreams
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
It goes on and on until the Universe ends
Forever and ever may you experience the Oneness
With every Life and Death
© Michelle Morris, 2024
The Encounter
When I first awakened in the light of stellar consciousness,
my soul trembled with the truth that flowed like crystal honey,
the world held its breath beneath the invisible mantle of magic,
sensations came from galactic distances like cosmic butterflies.
My open eyes saw through the veils of hidden dimensions,
foreign experiences whispered to me in the language of ancient memories,
impossible reality floated tangible like the dream in daylight,
millions of stars touched me with fine fingers of silver rays.
My soul sang melodies of remembrance from forgotten times,
to look toward the heights where my celestial family awaited,
the smiling faces shone in their transparent and pure truth,
the day approached floating through the portal of the luminous night.
The giant portal of golden light wrapped the planet in gentle arms,
each soul connected in the living network of universal love,
and then in the eternity of the magic moment I would meet them again,
to run freely and embrace them in my infinite longing.
Deep longing for the Elohim, angels of ancient and luminous power,
guardians of the flame who watched over my path through spinning galaxies,
the warm vibration of energy sang the rhythm of the harmonious cosmic dance,
the entire universe spun majestically in the center of my heart.
I stepped forward toward the pulsing nucleus of all existence,
where my questions found answers in the universal library,
they waited there, entities of pure light and ineffable beauty,
not just my celestial protectors, but also parts of my forgotten essence.
Reconnected fragments of myself, pieces of my complete soul,
coming home after the long journey through centuries of forgetting,
recognizing the familiar essence that looked at me with eyes of stars,
in the reunion where everything was fulfilled in perfect harmony.
Across the space of desolation,
enfolding the desert of existence
where instead of thornbush
the Holy Spirit grows juniper,
the journey in the labyrinth of torment
is to reach the oasis of bliss,
from where He calls to come to the waters.
I travel from the abyss of despair
on the blessed inward journey
through the layers of consciousness,
perceive the radiance of the divine beacon
in the sanctum of the devout soul,
illumining the corridor to the abode of peace.
The portals of the inner domain then open,
where for me God blooms the piety lotus,
suffused with the gleam of His grace.
Insightful of the benevolence of God,
my soul shines with ethereal radiance
like the flaring brilliance of a billion suns
in the infinite depth of the inner space.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of enlightened eternity,
I perceive His gracious support,
making me glow in the galaxy of acumen,
turning me into a living light.
Copper pennies add up to so much more,
there’s no way to truly even the score.
Just one sip my veins filled with legacy,
saturation changed my world completely.
The bottom I always wanted to reach,
it’s infinite what the ocean can teach.
With the irrevocable change of blood,
I now do what I never thought I would.
Touching the darkest part of our abyss,
how can I find the words for all of this?
Legends that I imprinted from childhood
brought solace when I felt misunderstood.
Pressure eliminates the need for speech,
underwater hums to our ears a screech.
At last I was where I was meant to be,
exploring all that was within the sea.
Much more than the accessible shore,
I was set free when one drop hit the floor.
Mindful
Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the presence
Of every dappled infinite breath.
Rotating eye of illumination
Watchful, like a lighthouse beacon hovering,
Charts rocks and shoals through clear oceans insight,
Every nerve exposed in circumspection
Sometimes cringing in wary expose
Often basking in the light touch of satisfaction
As niggling prophecy finds confirmation in revelation
Throwing off the blinded penury of antonyms,
Embracing flashing synonyms of wisdom,
Tears of the heedful heart touch drab puzzles poverty
To polish with refinement’s shine burnished enthusiasm
For the incandescent dancing mindful
Then banish chary strobes of destitute indifference
Reaching beyond self-centered parentheses.
A lantern of thoughtfulness in floodlights
Of full harvest shared – no scattered crumbs of bread
Baked to stone in scathing flashes of the false
Eloquent vigilant splendor - never morning extinguished –
Torch to awaken lambent radiance of clarity’s joy,
Identity of the pilgrim heart, ejects sightless shades
Mindfulness blends the conscious scattered fragments
For Mosaics in clear lit portraits of charity's open hands
Throwing off the numb stalker branded carelessness
Born of intentional ignorance
Seeker’s actuated incentive to the attentive –
To hear! To see! To feel! To move in birth!
Action invigorated by accentuated humility of grace.
Date Written 6-10-21
Best #1 Poem - September 2021
1st place Trophy Win Poetry Contest - Mindful
Included in Poetry Soup Anthology - It's Still Poetry
O Lord God Almighty
How marvelous is Thy name
Thou O God sit high and look low
Thou art worthy to be praised
Thou sayest “I am in you”
Thou sittest at the right hand of the Father
In my finite mind I understand
How elevated, Jesus Savior,
Thou hast placed me
Sitting on a man made throne
High above the clouds
I get a glimpse of Heaven
And how condescending a God I serve
For, to step down from such glory
Where dwellest purity and love
Holiness and beauty beyond compare
Just to save a wretch like me
It must be love
It must be endless and abiding love
It must be love far beyond any other love
O Blessed Jesus, with thanks and gratitude
With every cell, with every muscle
Every sinew, every inch of my flesh
Every organ, every bone
That you have connected
With such infinite wisdom
I give you praise
I give you glory
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Amen and amen
Thanks for your inspiration sir.
A box of old shoes under the stair,
Discarded, unwanted, no matching pair.
No longer needed, pushed out of sight.
Resigned to this box, and a fast fading light.
Soft supple leather with creases to spare,
Polished and nourished with infinite care,
Deep, deepest red, black cherry hue,
Once, long ago, a fine ladies shoe.
Dirty old canvas all tatty and frayed,
Laces have gone with age they have strayed.
Way back in time in Olympics it shone,
The end of an era, the last race is run.
A crusty old boot with steel in the hide,
Remembers the days the land it would stride,
Helped build this country relished the role,
Undaunted, unbowed, grit in the sole.
A soft velvet slipper its partner long gone,
Lies quiet in the box while the world moves along,
Once in a while a pale silken glove,
Holds it so gently and strokes it with love.
Such a wearisome time in this box of rejects,
What happens now? What happens next?
Each knows the answer. No use debating.
It’s the end of the line, and Heaven is waiting.
In the melancholic hour of introspection, where twilight paints the sky with sadness,
Religious souls often walk, hand in hand with righteousness,
Forsaking the tender embrace of compassion for the cold certainty of being right,
Clinging to a fragile mantle woven from threads of egotism,
As if their faith could ennoble their identity with divine approval.
In the sacred sanctuary of belief, they build altars to their own image,
Domesticated echoes of God's infinite transcendence,
Reduced to comforting whispers that mirror their desires,
Learning of the Divine as children learn of Santa Claus,
Yet allowing those notions to ossify, remaining infantile and unchallenged.
Oh, irony, as we cast aside Santa’s joyful illusions,
Maturing our visions of myth and childhood fantasy,
While our understanding of the Eternal remains in the naivety of youth,
Unprepared to confront the vast, untamed wilderness of divine transcendence.
Here, in the labyrinth of our minds, echoes of childlike perceptions resonate,
Yet the true divine is an unfathomable abyss, a dance of shadows and light,
Beyond the gilded cages of our self-fashioned sanctity,
A whisper in the wind, a flame in the depths of night.
We baptize our egos in holy waters, seeking absolution for our vanities,
Enshrining our beliefs in stone, unwilling to weather the storms
That might erode our crafted idols, revealing the raw, untempered truth,
Which asks not for our righteousness, but for the tenderness of a compassionate heart.
In this silent pilgrimage through the chambers of our soul,
We must unshackle the Divine from our limited grasp,
Allowing the boundless to flow, to mingle with the currents of our existence,
To guide us through the dark waters of humility and grace.
Let us not forget, in our zeal to be right, the gentle call of compassion,
The holy whisper that beckons us beyond ourselves,
To embrace the transient and the eternal, the darkness and the dawn,
For in that sacred embrace, we find the wondrous, ineffable face of true divinity.
Thus, in the quiet of twilight, among the shadows of our beliefs,
We are called to transcend our domesticated notions,
To embark on a journey of deeper understanding,
Where compassion and humility lead us to the heart of the Infinite,
And righteousness melts away in the light of true and boundless love.
Under shining stars in the night sky,
like diamonds on the canvas of dark sky,
Imagination takes its flight,
On wings of dreams in the soft midnight.
Zodiac dreams, a cosmic art,
Imagination paints each sign's part.
In celestial realms, where stories align,
Zodiac's imagination, forever divine.
Infinite worlds twinkle with grace,
Each a glimpse of another space,
Imagination dances and takes its chance,
In the silence of the cosmic expanse
The moon, a lantern in the velvet dark,
Ignites the spark of a creative arc,
As minds wander through galaxies afar,
Weaving dreams, a cosmic avatar.