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If left to our devices the world would be
a better place
Even with faceless interference we'll still
arrive in due time
Mindless actions of the thoughtless help us
meditate upon our grace
The graceful ones just move forward with
compassion in our minds
We all shine in different ways so find your place
in the sun
Some moonlight with the darkness as everything
has its purpose
Realize we all go through the weather as storms
are bound & will come
Look deeper for your meanings as more are laying
under surface
Focus beyond what you see in the clouds
for all they offer is the rain
Keep eyes peeled for the fruit of the branch is sure
to come at any time
The joy you feel when the storm runs its course
couldn't be felt without the pain
It's poetic if you ponder inner workings that life
offer in a rhyme
RUNNING INTERFERENCE
by: Acquah Vicki on Saturday, June 9, 2012 at 12:07am ·
RUNNING INTERFERENCE
I have a brand-new glow. I am feeling free of these gremlins.
Hoping to stay that way, it's called growth!
Please feel free to feast off my soul food, and enjoy with me this journey.
I will accept no invitation to your karmic party; and I cannot help you with the inevitable,
No longer running interference. Neither will I be a catcher’s mitt - while you have the bat and won't swing.
Interceding for your negative actions no more.
You have generated a storm of deplorable deeds, out of concern I’ve nurtured your corrupted seeds.
I have mended the wings of dirty birds to fly, there I wrongly stood in the way of your fate.
Getting hit with your contempt as I warded off the hate.
The universe held for you a lesson. To correct your mistakes.
You will blame and throw tantrums and say no one loves you, and become irate.
You will make everyone feel guilty, because no one feels to dance to that off-key tune.
Though you move selfishly and have no regards for the wellbeing of others, I still love you.
Only this time I have learned not to feed into your selfish needs; so, the only
karma and lesson I am dealing with now is mine.
To you I plead! When your storm is over and you've made your amends; come to me,
Come to me, if you need an encouraging word, a bit of love, or a friend.
I have learned my lesson never to interfere with someone else’s lesson;
No matter how much you love them;
No matter how you yearn to save them, your service becomes a
disservice: No one wins, and no lesson will they have learned.
So, I discern...
Speak softly to the stars. Upon the universe, whisper a wish.
My understanding is now clear, never interfere, with people and their karma;
No matter how you love them,
Be it relative or friend; in the end, you'll only hurt yourself and them!
The result will be ...
You'll only have produce another
" spineless jelly fish “!
November 18 Scripture Meditations Based on Philippians 3
Key Verse – Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME PRESS ON TO VICTORY
Thank You for letting me press on to victory by Your providence
As You guide my steps with Your presence
Always available midst doubts’ interference
Along Your authority and leadership-prominence.
Thank You for letting me press on to victory by Your powerfulness
As You reinforce my faith with Your mightiness
Always strong midst sinfulness’ perilousness
Along Your conversion and transformation-fruitfulness.
Thank You for letting me press on to victory by Your posture
As You calm my fears with Your gesture
Always serene midst guilt’s torture
Along Your pardon and forgiveness-nurture.
Thank You for letting me press on to victory by Your provision
As You meet my needs with Your satisfaction
Always ready midst wants’ reaction
Along Your nourishment and contentment-fruition.
Thank You for letting me press on to victory by Your process
As You teach my soul with Your success
Always wise midst humanism’s excuses
Along Your correction and admonition-praises.
Thank You for letting me press on to victory by Your performance
As You shape my spirituality with Your forbearance
Always gracious midst stubbornness’ arrogance
Along Your mercy and holiness-attendance.
Thank You for letting me press on to victory by Your prosperity
As You bless my ministry with Your bounty
Always plenteous midst scarcity’s futility
Along Your reward and success-warranty.
November 18, 2022
“Real leaders must be ready to sacrifice all for the freedom of their people.”
“A fundamental concern for others in our individual and community lives would go a long way in making the world the better place we so passionately dreamt of.”
“Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.”
“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”
“Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.”
“Everyone can rise above their circumstances and achieve success if they are dedicated to and passionate about what they do.”
“I like friends who have independent minds because they tend to make you see problems from all angles.”
“It always seems impossible until it's done.”
“Many people in this country have paid the price before me and many will pay the price after me.”
“Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.”
“Money won't create success, the freedom to make it will.”
“It is in the character of growth that we should learn from both pleasant and unpleasant experiences.”
“It is not our diversity which divides us; it is not our ethnicity, or religion or culture that divides us. Since we have achieved our freedom, there can only be one division amongst us: between those who cherish democracy and those who do not.”
“For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.”
“A critical, independent and investigative press is the lifeblood of any democracy. The press must be free from state interference. It must have the economic strength to stand up to the blandishments of government officials. It must have sufficient independence from vested interests to be bold and inquiring without fear or favour. It must enjoy the protection of the constitution, so that it can protect our rights as citizens.”
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Apeiron (Boundless)
Before the world dreamed, cosmic imagery had governed the forces of energy.
With its primordial art of perfection. Whose womb had formed the universe?
Where there was no death, nor birth, only a volatile reflection of sequences.
Cosmic network of immersed energies: flows endlessly and yet is invisible
To the naked eye, ?it is elastic yet erratic, with various rotations.
Scattered light in splendour, to avoid an interference pattern where the black hole,
Assimilate her gravitational waves.
In an attempt to evade the Griffith Observatory sighting. Through dark magic lanterns in time frequencies. Creation, formation distant without time, orbits drift while the stellar cycle, Genesis begins light years away, or a billion, yet we see, in
One day.
Then collapse into a low hum: crumbling, silence evaporating, hissing.
Projecting unimaginable colors, light emanates from white lava.
Orange pumpkin, passion, yellow joy sparks, red flames, cautious, unsettling
sun’s intolerable force; floating away in every direction, as it burns.
Like stars that never die, dark beyond the blue, swirling into many shapes.
Black gray, congeal, death meets life light across the galaxies.
Stars' orbital oasis, a celestial portal, sweeping through in perfect timing.
The brain is a gravitational web where neurons mirror a deep
Consciousness, the architectural wiring of the galaxy’s brain.
My messed-up mind has always been messy,
A hundred voices talking at once about anything and everything:
The Parsi, the Persian, perhaps the weather,
Or evergreen jakkalsbessies.
Clarity and clear thinking weren't happening;
Chaos and confusion were rife
In a mind so messy.
A hurricane of ideas, but no focus to execute them,
A whirlwind of thoughts, but unable to prioritise them,
Reams and reams of paper filled with to-do lists,
Yet no executive function to begin them.
Trying to navigate life this way was exhausting.
It affected everyone and everything around me;
Doing anything became daunting,
And all I could do was keep apologising
As I tried to navigate this labyrinth called life.
Without the necessary tools for the journey—
No map, no compass, no GPS to guide me.
This was my mind, my life, until I turned thirty-three.
Then a miracle was sent to me:
A doctor, and a diagnosis of ADHD.
In finding and understanding the truth,
I gained clarity through the static.
It was like finding a lighthouse in the fog,
A safe haven, symbolic of everything I had been seeking.
Things soon changed.
From that moment on, I became pragmatic.
I could see the path through the thicket.
With the right help, I started seeing clearly;
I started excelling,
Even when everything around me felt noisy,
Chaotic, and overwhelming.
And although my thoughts still sometimes feel scattered,
Or full of static,
Moments of exceptional focus,
Creativity, and insight still emerge,
Though often sporadic.
So although my mind is often full of static,
I can find clarity through it.
It feels like magic.
I've found a way to seek clarity
Without removing the static;
It emerges through it,
Like a signal through the noise,
Though occasionally there's still interference.
But a messy mind will never be completely mess-free.
There will always be some clutter to tidy up.
Yet I've learned to live with it,
And no longer mistake my differences
For something that needs fixing.
Im still yet to hyper focused on OCD. Where cleanliness is a main priority.
# My eight hundred Koalas, emblematic and
Innocent.'
Slaughterd..Reason being.? A bushfire.'
Because of.? Overgrowth.' How many times before has this occoured.? Never.!
Because.? Farmers used to graze the forest.' Thereby keeping undergrowth as just that.' And
manageble.' Why did they
Stop.? Sy-op.? Probably.? You see climactic disasters fuel the false climate
Doom management tale..To allow over control on all life aspects.' Here it enanbled
Enviro-mentalists.? To charter a chopper so the eight hundred victims could be slaughtered, because the bushfire had taken the leaf supply..therby presenting the
Possibility.? Of my Koalas
suffering starvation,.' All because of interference in generationly viable land management..By professional
Farmers.' No experts were involved ( or harmed) in the
Creation of this write.'
Christmas is great bonding time for family members
Enjoying love’s warmth of glowing relationship embers…
Yet with Mom’s absence… as each of us remembers
There were anticipated “sad Decembers.”
Such painful reality was my personal struggle
Compounded with work and challenges to handle
Busy fulfilling varied roles and multi-tasks’ rattle…
...Christmas get-togethers are somewhat difficult to tackle.
Beset with loneliness on Christmas times
Missing complete family-bonding midst carol-chimes
I long for joyous Christmas I had as a child… more than gifts of precious dimes
Celebrating with praises for the Saviour and Emmanuel* hymn-rhymes.
Having experienced forlorn… being away… during Christmas season
Wrapped with grief of being alone, gripped by self-pity’s reason
I strive to rejoice in the Lord Who blesses my life with pardon-bliss’ lesson
Trusting Him to help me combat torturous solitude’s poison.
My soul bids good bye to loathsome Christmas sadness-prevalence
While I keep myself near in spirit with my family, vanquishing negligence
As allowed by the Almighty along His gracious providence
To become a blessing despite own burdens’ interference.
*Matthew 1:23 Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
December 11, 2018
8th place, "'A Sad Christmas' - December 2018 Writing Challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 12/15/2018.
because i don’t want to be fettered
i roamed a borderless wilderness seeking a way
to avoid interference i flew over the sky
between dark clouds and thunderbolts
on a violent stormy day
to attain happiness
i stepped on the golden sands by the shore
where the raging waters roll in and out of the sea of abundance
i thought i found everything i wanted for
but what i found was discarded old masks
scattered on the burial ground
i thought i was acquainted with all knowledge
needed to be a decent human being: the knowledge
i acquired was empty letters written on a drifting cloud
i thought i grabbed everything i saw
but when i opened my hand i found nothing was there
in my palm
Youthquake seismic events rock history
Over caustic boundaries there drowned
Tsunami prone again
Confused by them and rain
Melt down society volcanic in their ashes
Fire delights the juvenile
Feelings fall in snowflake fashion
West coast cracks abound in civil rights
Facts be damned at landscapes end
Rules bend, go out the window rattled
When broken Earth shatters black
Youthquakes erupt into your home
Snowflake liberals on TV channeled thoughts
Shake up the ground with network static
Interference frantic over sizzled wires
In gray, not yet adjusted to the elements
Wet to the bone on Internets alarm
Social media is bored to death by child's play
War is always on parade but lacking style
Warm to the touch, days hysteria comes forth