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A Pleasurable Life
The things that bring you pleasure
May be experienced one at a time
Or they may be combined
Into one fantastic time frame
To double the pleasure
And double the sheer bliss
The decadence of eating
With the satisfaction of making love
A combination bursting with pleasure
Warm melted chocolate
To be taken in from pleasure spots
Savored while the tongue swirls the chocolate before taking it in
Giving and receiving pleasure
And tasting….richness
Whipped cream or a touch of honey
Foamed up or drizzled will heighten the pleasure
Just a bit…….not too much
Makes the sweet….sweeter
Feeding body AND soul
Double the Delight
Double the Pleasure
The love of music
Blended in with the love
Of love making
Exhileration carried on notes
Moving fast and slow
Swelling and receding
Pianissimo….to make her melt
Slow slow….
Andante...Andante
The way to go...
Then subito
A sudden change of tempo
The element of surprise
Frozando….no escape...no turning back…
Demands of surrender
Fronzando giving way to Rinforzando
Thundering….again and again
A swelling crescendo
Burst of sound and rhythm and light
Reverberations reaching the inner soul
Suspended in time
The symphony of two bodies
In the throes of surreal delight
Forte…forte…forte
An then…..
Then diminuendo….calmando
The labored breathing of love
Receding with the waves
Al niente
Al...Niente
Fading to nothing
Peace….after Pleasure
Double your pleasures
For tomorrow comes with no guarantees
That your eyes will feast
On the celestial stars
Making love to the night
To the symphony of the universe...
So while you can...
Double your Pleasure
Double your Delight
In a double dose of LIFE
Eileen Manassian Ghali
“Param-brahma (Spirit or God) is everlasting, complete, without beginning or end. It is one, indivisible Being. The Eternal Father, God , Swami Param-brahma, is the only Real Substance, Sat, and is all in all in the universe.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
we begin with separation
containerised in body-mind
our head and heart standing apart
to truth of our true being blind
the consciousness that’s within us
in a state of inner conflict
seeks to expand but knows not how
pursues desires, by ego tricked
on reaching point of exhaustion
attention is internalised
we then befriend our emptiness
cravings of ego exorcised
just as water seeks its level
our emptiness is filled with bliss
all without force, by grace of course
we realise we’re all of this
sans identity we yet are
pure spirit in this body urn
breath by breath magnetism rises
we embrace love’s benign bliss burn
that God Himself dwells in each form
that Self exists beyond space-time
is truth we behold in plain sight
betwixt the pause of bliss beat’s chime
God is the only true being
unmanifest and manifest
enjoying this dream, grow in love
let deluded thought concepts rest
Only during mercurial twilight can one discover,
From tasting the rich and varied fruits of life,
From recollective journaling, record and recover.
From the many battle scars implanted in strife.
Journaling grants a private, swirling pen profiling.
It vents spontaneous moments of mindfulness.
Journaling opens windows to nightmare reconciling.
It instinctively resets resilient laughing playfulness.
The soul is an inner flame of karmic consciousness.
It seeks its purpose in every new reincarnation.
It must assert itself in each timidity and forthrightness.
It changes form and color with every transformation.
The cumulative journal entries embody a repository.
They bind together survival, identity, and self-worth.
They answer buried questions and address latent stories.
They calm the anxious brood, affirming each rebirth.
A diary is a constant companion, a faithful friend.
A diary speaks in forgotten tongues, in any dialect.
This scroll, this twilight dossier speaks without end.
This log records each and every strength and defect.
Only during mercurial twilight can one discover,
From tasting the rich and varied fruits of life,
From recollective journaling, record and recover.
From the many battle scars implanted in strife.
Oh now sad frog located on the sandy beach
Emotions raging around the body as an Icelandic volcano
burning holds in a vice grips deeply
Stranded in the cemetery of broken hearts
It is as if parts of the heart where torn out
shreaded from the body without an anesthesia
Deep arrow strikes in Golden Sunshine beams
Maybe he worries for no reason
Warm thoughts sail faraway yonder
An endless sandy beach, white as snow
washed with the blue ocean in brilliant yellow sunlight
Singing dreams kissing lips hold an oasis close
She drinks his kiss as if one could never get enough
In the hot summer sun burning heart yearns
It does not matter what it is
or where it leads them
as long as it creates an inner glow
Singing sizzles relighting loves croaking flames
Infatuation may be coming - but volatile
ignites when paper lips hold tears prisoner
Positively resonated does not appear out of the blue
Falling salt seasoned spice
Trail seeking light
This is a powerful and invigorating moment
Jumping angry to paradise
Shedding the green shirt of a Queen
She was cold, but the sun stroked her
soft and warm over the cheeks
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 26.06.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
may you thoughts line up with God's Holy Spirit
repent for all your mistakes and confess that you did it
as humans we are not perfect, yet God understands
He'll grant us forgivingness, a part of His master plan
with God's grace and mercy firmly on our sides
we look to Him for inner strength and let go of our prides
It's time that we look inside ourselves and truly assess what we find
it might not be a pretty picture of the meditation of our minds
break the cycle of guilt and start a brand new day
forgive yourself as God has forgiven you and follow in His way
He gave us righteousness and a blessed love known as God's Kind
allow them to penetrate on the meditation of our minds
seek to comprehend that it won't be a simple task
say yes to what He desires of you and do all that He does ask
with complete trust and a faith that is blind
let the Lord God guide in the meditation of your mind
You are so childish! The old crone said.
I knew at that second she is daft in her head.
Nothing childish about my inner child.
Trixie is as exuberant as that crustbutt is mild.
We fling ourselves about in a puppy like way.
We’re all about the journey, we just want to play.
We keep in touch with our youth filled with joy.
When we jumped from treehouses, each a tomboy.
I float my feathered boa across the old woman’s lap.
She rolls her eyes, not in a good way. She is an old sap.
Lighten up! I tell her; let loose. Let us dance!
She is as tightly tucked in as the south part of France.
So Trixie, my inner child and I do all of the work.
We hop, skip, jump and show her how to merrily jerk.
She catches on quickly and laughs herself silly.
Not childish at all, she says to my Uncle Billy.
He jumps from the chair, landing on the TV.
Going way too far, as most of us clearly see.
But his inner child was crazy, clearly insane.
He breaks that TV set from cabinet to frame.
Your wild inner child is obviously broken
Despite big smile your words when spoken
Seem to bleed from lack of something
Could it be a dream or just a need to scream
You tell stories of never being allowed
The little things of past precious child
You feel you raised siblings at home
While still a child when days were long
Your body grew into womanhood
But it’s true your inner child stood
Stuck in time in limbo as little kid
Life wasn’t simple and you did
Eventually fall in love with a teen
Who for you bore kids despite dream
To be an artist and be so esteemed
You’re trapped by life you want things
The little kid inside wasn’t ready to be
A mother a wife as destiny winds sing
Perhaps next lifetime you will find
All your hopes and dreams in time
Waking, like birds, walking, running, rushing, pushing,
Working, like horse or donkey; earning day's living;
Colleagues, friends, even foes; a little bit of name,
If I move stones unmoved, I might get some scant fame;
Where will wheels of existence move beyond this rut?
What's the meaning, purpose, goal - beyond this shut-hut?
Chalices of trifles of troubles, turmoil, loses,
Physical psychic head-heart stress that imposes;
Conflicts, disputes, cock-hen like, dog-barks-like disputes,
Mindless grins, scrupulous remarks which have no roots;
Those smiles; guileless laughs; malice-less naughty nix-moves,
Intertwined like thread of nucleus, same truth proves...!
Anxieties, hurts and pains, like broken wings, flap,
These, like dragnets or hunters-holes do our strength trap;
Choosing spiritual paths that boldly hold God,
Senses, inner mind, and third vision in concord;
Rivulet of Ganges, that in subtle routes flows,
Should reach the sea of endless ages, with entire glow...!
19 January 2022,
Ash Wednesday reminds vain man
That each must slay false pride's ascend.
This day we note a pious practice
Once learnt by rote in simple gist.
Man is mere dust that is alive
In a brief trust, by grace to thrive.
An ancient lore bears repeating:
From times before, repentance flings.
Man is imaged in God's likeness,
In brief passage till end brightness.
A Christian rite and clear ritual,
Ash cross we write on head visual.
A sign to show we remember
The tact each knows from dust embers.
We come from dust, to dust return;
Life here is trust that love now churns.
This Lent we think upon the way;
The path that links tidings that stay.
Forty days we reflect on deeds,
Look deep to see, atone for weeds.
A change of heart and will and mind;
Let penance start to seek and find.
A change of pace and touch and feel;
To await grace to cleanse and heal.
A change of sight from earthly things;
To see new light, sense Spirit's sling.
We, each must pass from muddy stores
To pristine grass in soul's kind shores.
A certain call springs to each soul:
To bear and bring a new zest whole.
Here as we stand on thresholds clear,
Our Lenten trends groom faithful cheer.
Now each man frames the path to take;
Heed inner flame to rise awake.
Aware of need, each heeds belief,
Feel truth that seeds what soul perceives.
The Christ said: "Choose your new life..."
The road is made beyond man's strife!
The middle way is for all men:
Each soul must stay with inspired span.
Come then with heart attuned to grace,
Let each man start to live love's space.
Love calls to each to gather now;
To touch and reach to glimpse endow.
We, each must learn to love and act;
Love that we yearn answers love's pact.
From dust we come, to dust the end;
Live love's sweet sum in daily trend.
Leon Enriquez
18 Apr 2014
Singapore
Mind is stratified in the maze of complex design,
in all living beings the strata of different hues align,
making the unique psychic patterns not ever unified,
in the maze of complex design, mind is stratified.
In the fold of mind’s layers many dark secrets hide,
probing search can’t find them from the world outside.
The reticent subconscious silent mind never cares,
many dark secrets hide in the fold of mind’s layers.
I am a lonely prisoner, captive of my own making,
all known faces in the memory lane I see receding.
A cocoon of introvert seclusion coiled by senses inner,
captive of my own making, I am a lonely prisoner.
It’s only me, turning to a Narcissus, I always see,
the luring mirage escorting my deserted heart thirsty,
that reflects on the enticing lake of the oasis of ecstasy,
turning to a Narcissus, I always see, it’s only me.
July 8, 2020
For Brian Strand's Contest : Completely Your Choice (20)