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SAMADHI
I am the Void
and THE ALL
I am the pen
and paper
the insertion and hole
the breath, the nostril
War, Peace
Surrender and action
Angelic wings descending
Transfiguration and Embodiment
Lover and Beloved
nipple, nourishment, lips
I bolt, then follow, appear, disappear
Essence and form
Only in my Silent Point of no Return
and no Time
can Shiva and Shakti drown in
Samadhi
Forest floor was prickly hard with dried
leaves and elves
the path to Cave I had to walk
Doe awaited inside the Darkness
a pool blacker than black
the deep unknown of knowingness
her eyes my own Void
trying to remember Yeats or Wordsworth
or Camus or even Ghandi
it was all in vain
I beckoned your I AM
to follow suit to Samadhi
your guitar strings, seas, voice
or smiling eyes you feared to leave
What was His Silent Point beyond the entrance
the endless depth of no Return ?
where was music or feasting or cool waves
where was a mustard lettuce sandwich
or escape ?
I beckoned the bolt, the appearance or disappearance
Doe watched as our Observer both
Transfiguration had you mesmerised
at a mossy fringe
a toe became a stepless step
sinking, sinking
bodies becoming dark water
nothing escapes the Gateless Gate
An event horizon was a fallacy
the Void and THE ALL
tightened all spirals
to silent scream in a Cave pool blacker than black
A pool melting into Doe’s eyes
a velvet not known to Mind
Samadhi was His alone in surrendered peace
Our spirals His ecstatic tools
a mustard lettuce sandwich waited at
another oak table
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Although I was retired and full of energy,
My heartbeat was irregular and slow.
They would beat slow, pause, and restart.
I never saw it coming, but I was slowly dying.
I passed out several times, but still was clueless.
I quickly awaken after each pass-out, but there
Was one occasion when I passed out in the kitchen.
I was all alone and asleep on the kitchen floor, and my
Son awakened me. Had I been home alone, I would have
Surely died. Sometime after that incident and after turning
65, I went in for a physical exam. My primary doctor, among
Other things, checked my heart and referred me to a cardiologist.
The heart specialist spoke plain language to me with great analogy.
The cardiologist informed me that our hearts come with a pacemaker,
But mine was like a 6-cylinder engine with 2 or 3 spark plugs malfunctioning.
Their solution was the insertion of a pacemaker that would greatly assist my
Heart. With an 8-year life span, the pacemaker would interact with the heart. It would set the pace for the rate and number of beats per minute normally
Required for me. I was reluctant to their remedy, but 6 months later, I was Provided a pacemaker. I tell you, she's the size of a wrist watch, and sitting
Just below my left shoulder is a warrior, a tropper, a pace-setter who has been Fighting for me and my heart for 7 years, keeping us alive. With one pill and
An aspirin a day, my pacemaker, expected to serve me for 8 years, is doing Just fine. God, the love of my life, is GOOD, and His Grace is sufficient.
051422PSCtest, How you live or have been healed from a difficult and challenging health condition, Angela Tune
He exposed me to the hurt and lies, the brokenness, pain and distrust
The selfishness, the cheating, the loneliness and the lust
The darkness, the sadness, the hurtful words, the madness
The bitterness, the struggles, the anger and rejection
Confusion, disappointment, lack of love and affection
The battle shoes worn, the hurt of a woman scorn
And then I met you -
Thank you for exposing me to what and how real love should be
The warmth of your heart, that I am a major part
The passion of intimacy, the times we shared I truly miss
Thank you for exposing me to the gentleness of your kiss
You exposed me to precious moments in time
Where in that moment you were all mine
To the colors, the sunshine, the brightness, the ray
The prism of light, the beauty of each day
You exposed me to the vision the world has yet to see
The smiles you bring and the love you have that's only just for me
Thank you for exposing me to the smell of your scent
To the softness of your neck, I so love to peck
To knowing what making love without insertion is like
And the value of self worth
Thank you for removing all the darkness, lies and hurt
I think about the times you exposed me to the fullness of caress
And allowed me to hear your heart beat
As I laid my head on your chest
I have always been exposed -
Thank You Heavenly Father for exposing me to Your goodness
For I have been exposed to Your mercy and grace
And Your protection covering me as I went from place to place
To the joy and laughter, great strength and health
The blessings, favor and overflow, the prosperity and the wealth
Thank You Father for exposing me to peace, wisdom, patience and love
Thank You for never leaving me and watching me from above
For strength, confidence and endurance
For the vision, abundance, the newness, calmness and simplicity
And yeah... all that good stuff - I thank You!
I thank all who have exposed me -
To the good times and bad, the ups and downs
The ins and outs, the laughs and frowns
For the long walks and late night talks
For the heartbreaks and heartaches
For the moments we conceived
For the love given and received... I am truly grateful!
Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes an embodiment of love for our salvation.
Braving the difficulties in coping with the details of missionary life,
such as culture, language, climate, food and many others in foreign lands;
our faith gets tested, our humility gets challenged, and our identity revealed
and these comprise the foundation of being a missionary to other people.
In places where we learned to love the people of different cultures,
the need to adopt, acculturate, and realign to the mysteries of being a migrant,
continues to witness the movements and other signs of the times;
a world replete with endless search drawn from different human experiences.
It’s pretty common as a pervading theme across the passages in the bible;
the word migration that has a powerful connotation and rich in literature,
oh, as the holy scriptures say: “you shall not oppress an alien; you well know
how it feels to be an alien, since you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.”
The advent of a wide range of issues about the struggles in today’s migration,
with varying reactions characterized by principles, ethnic and religious devotion;
a certain perspective is formed according to Christian beliefs and aspirations
that migrants no matter who they are, deserve respect and societal insertion.
Lured by the promise of work and better opportunities that await somewhere,
people across the globe try their luck and take the risk to cross the land,
it’s viewed with deeper reflections like those of mostly Catholic Irish who came by,
their large influx in this country of America during the height of potato blight.
True to form, this parallels the new waves of Hispanic immigration
along with Asians, Africans, and other migrant groups with their history and cultures
truly, it’s a cycle that brings out the commonality of human quest and ambition;
with assimilation and determination to maintain and improve their life situations.
Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes an embodiment of love for our salvation.
Braving the difficulties in coping with the details of missionary life,
such as culture, language, climate, food and many others in foreign lands;
our faith gets tested, our humility gets challenged, and our identity revealed
and these comprise the foundation of being a missionary to other people.
In places where we learned to love the people of different cultures,
the need to adopt, acculturate, and realign to the mysteries of being a migrant,
continues to witness the movements and other signs of the times;
a world replete with endless search drawn from different human experiences.
It’s pretty common as a pervading theme across the passages in the bible;
the word migration that has a powerful connotation and rich in literature,
oh, as the holy scriptures say: “you shall not oppress an alien; you well know
how it feels to be an alien, since you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.”
The advent of a wide range of issues about the struggles in today’s migration,
with varying reactions characterized by principles, ethnic and religious devotion;
a certain perspective is formed according to Christian beliefs and aspirations
that migrants no matter who they are, deserve respect and societal insertion.
Lured by the promise of work and better opportunities that await somewhere,
people across the globe try their luck and take the risk to cross the land,
it’s viewed with deeper reflections like those of mostly Catholic Irish who came by,
their large influx in this country of America during the height of potato blight.
True to form, this parallels the new waves of Hispanic immigration
along with Asians, Africans, and other migrant groups with their history and cultures
truly, it’s a cycle that brings out the commonality of human quest and ambition;
with assimilation and determination to maintain and improve their life situations.
For 65 years, I had no need to be under the care of a doctor, nor was I ever on prescription medication except for dental issues. At 65, I went to see my assigned primary doctor, and after saying hello, my next words were, "Doctor, just give me no pain". I admit, for 6 decades, I had been blessed with a pain-free life and was spoiled.
Twice in my life, I have been a patient in the hospital. My best memory tells me that it was some 40 years ago when I sought minor surgery for the removal of a growth on my wrist. They did a swell job, and the scare is barely visible after all these years. However, I do remember that I was given too much Valium, and passed out in the hall way returning to my room from the shower. Not good. Imagine if you please. The first administering of drugs to me resulted in being overdosed. My first personal impression and experience with drugs and hospitals was a bad one.
Second time around was five years ago for a pace maker insertion. Excellent work by the cardiologist and his aids. However, during my two-day stay, I was given medications and pain killers that my body was not used to. After being sent home, the pain killers shut my regulation system down, resulting in serious constipation. The spasmatic pains were far greater that any from the heart procedure; and I was forced to return to the emergency where I waited for hours in pain.
I finally saw a doctor who remedied my issue. I do not know if my case was typical, but if it is, one can count on hospital visits as places where remedies are pretty common, but pain-free or overdose-free experiences, not so much. Nevertheless, I cannot imagine a world free of hospitals.
072520PS
English prides itself on being a well-spring of today’s language
like a magpie that freely picks up foreign words elsewhere
with an attempt to incorporate them into its richness of vocabulary;
a great endeavor that makes sense to be a global lexicon these days.
It’s a continuing effort that knows no barrier with other nations,
to the world of cultures with an attitude of openness and expansion;
widens one’s horizon and enables one to get a habit of insertion,
recognized as an inspiration that becomes a treasure trove of information.
Interesting it may be to find one’s word from a particular culture
that insertion in the dictionary which is a constant guide to everyone;
a close study, a reference to certain thoughts, backgrounds, and origins,
these words provide their meanings and usages in sentence constructions.
Yet their phonetic spellings are great indications to pronounce them well
according to history or origin that supply right definitions and implications,
their etymological meanings, derivations or other shades of meanings;
in their contextual variations or figurative implications thus far.
As they possess the power of meanings or as an identity of every word,
their roles make substance and clarity to what is necessary to understand;
they make a difference; they serve like guardian angels in every way,
whose central tenet and mission explore guidance and comprehension.
Webster’s, Oxford, McQuarie or Thesaurus as dictionaries used these days,
with idiomatic expressions provided in different contexts and origins;
however, profound or different as applied in many human situations,
they convey wisdom; so rich that many times they’re used in today’s parlance.
Words, words, words, as Hamlet famously moaned when Polonius asked him;
what he reads and wrestles with words and meanings generate an answer,
it’s the same thing with one’s attitude to consult or refer to a lexicon,
a dictionary, a thesaurus, or any similar print that provides meanings –
words that draw the link between history and experiences of humanity.
English prides itself on being a well-spring of today’s language
like a magpie that freely picks up foreign words elsewhere
with an attempt to incorporate them into its richness of vocabulary;
a great endeavor that makes sense to be a global lexicon these days.
It’s a continuing effort that knows no barrier with other nations,
to the world of cultures with an attitude of openness and expansion;
widens one’s horizon and enables one to get a habit of insertion,
recognized as an inspiration that becomes a treasure trove of information.
Interesting it may be to find one’s word from a particular culture
that insertion in the dictionary which is a constant guide to everyone;
a close study, a reference to certain thoughts, backgrounds, and origins,
these words provide their meanings and usages in sentence constructions.
Yet their phonetic spellings are great indications to pronounce them well
according to history or origin that supply right definitions and implications,
their etymological meanings, derivations or other shades of meanings;
in their contextual variations or figurative implications thus far.
As they possess the power of meanings or as an identity of every word,
their roles make substance and clarity to what is necessary to understand;
they make a difference; they serve like guardian angels in every way,
whose central tenet and mission explore guidance and comprehension.
Webster’s, Oxford, McQuarie or Thesaurus as dictionaries used these days,
with idiomatic expressions provided in different contexts and origins;
however, profound or different as applied in many human situations,
they convey wisdom; so rich that many times they’re used in today’s parlance.
Words, words, words, as Hamlet famously moaned when Polonius asked him;
what he reads and wrestles with words and meanings generate an answer,
it’s the same thing with one’s attitude to consult or refer to a lexicon,
a dictionary, a thesaurus, or any similar print that provides meanings –
words that draw the link between history and experiences of humanity.
SAFELINK TracFone unanimously synonymous...
not only as my lifeline,
and connectivity insurance
with family, friends and strangers,
whereby yours truly
experiences virtual safety net
as would be true
for many purple people eaters,
when havoc unexpectedly strikes
triggering an emergency situation,
where life and death
as very uncomfortable truth
teeters in the balance
necessitate immediate intervention,
hence survival
of one mediocre bipedal hominid
within twenty first century,
not only requires
allocated government funding
for unlimited talk and text,
to brook intervention
allowing, enabling, and providing help
while I channel urgent plea
via telephonic wireless portal
or surfing the cyber sea
if in need of an
up to date telephone number
until that one day in the near future,
when logical integrated circuits,
albeit miniscule or near invisible bots
to the naked eye,
said telecommunication trappings
ideally, easily, and admirably
embedded within body electric
batteries not necessary
when capacity to energize lovely bones
emulates, jump/kickstarts,
and powers an uninterrupted
self sustaining feedback loop
courtesy subcutaneous
nearly microscopic solar cells
(similar in principle
to intrauterine devices)
generates ample electricity
with resistance from subjects
to communicate wirelessly,
which means every waking
and sleeping movement
grudgingly monitored,
thus surreptitious antics
possibly flagged for:
accusation of plagiarization,
barbarization of mine mien,
cannibalization of pet peeves,
demonization of politicization,
elation of short lived beneficence,
fictionalization of embedded chip insertion,
glorification qua state of art communication,
humanization of artificial intelligence,
idolization of electronic engineering,
jollification of electrons
kation of covalent bond.
adieu from,
matthew scott harris
A dignitary, a friend, a father, a king
The only king that was born in a manger
And ended up as a manager
And now sits in the heavens
Making the earth his footstool
As the overall manager
That after now, anyone who still sees him as a stranger
Is already in danger
As a manager, he doesn’t have a P.A
Yet can never make mistakes
He is the only manager who does not need a coach
Before he can feature his mercy in your life’s tournament
In the league of champions or champions league
He is always at the top of the table
He is the only manager whose love for his fans is more concentrated than acid
Do you want to feel high?
Take him like your drink
Smoke him like your grass
Because he is the most high
In fact, that makes me call him my royal highness
I call him the faithful pastor
The first and last prophet
The origin and insertion of creation
The magistrate of our efficiency
Our burden bearer
Some call him the beginning and the end
But I call him
God at the beginning,
God at the end
And God in between
Cause he is the one who began the beginning
Yet did not begin in the beginning
Because the beginning couldn’t have begun
If the beginner just began in the beginning
With him, you can be sure that life is good
Because he is more reliable than LG
With him, you don’t need either Glo or MTN networks
To rule your world everywhere you go
You don’t need a face book page to like him
You don’t need a twitter account to follow him
You don’t need a Google map to search for him
You don’t need a blackberry pin to ping him
All you need to do is to subscribe to heavenly free BIS now
And enjoy free life’s unlimited data
His name is JESUS
Jesus is the key
And if Jesus is the key,
Then any life without him is titled “off key”.