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The cemetery was filled with muteness
where no voices were heard from the dead.
It’s beautiful, sad, deep, and tragic.
Thoughts flew with the wind as spirits
invisibly walked around the memorial garden;
remembering how animated life it was to be with mortals.
As leaves slowly fell on the tomb’s angel sculpture,
The sun sprinkled its light-giving hope for those who live
with memories from dead bodies underneath.
As morning birds opened their eyes
gallivanting their wings in each corner of the graveyard,
Longingness was seen and heard making hysteria
raged and reached far distant places like home.
Sunset came and everything went back to misery
Reminiscing lamenting songs of yesterday’s death
It turned to darkness where eyes can’t see human physique
But there are those unseen souls watching moonlight,
wiping tears and hoping that there is life after death.
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My fate resides within my destination
Am I to make my own decisions or am I just God’s creation?
Karma drags me beneath my delicate fortune
Am I just a simple being or someone important?
Eventually my future will come and pass on. Whenever that happens I will realize my purpose will shine through the universe so bright Venus will capture my essence. Choosing to be extraordinary will allow my providence to survive. I prefer options inside my circumstances. I believe my decree lays next to my choices and my choices lay next to my reality. Science and destiny co-exist. I have proof of that. I live in the present and will die eventually. My choices are contingent upon my beliefs and my beliefs are contingent upon the understanding of chances taken. I feel freedom to live how I wish, yet I anticipate the hereafter. Reasoning can seem smooth yet selections can seem complicated. This I know. I hold my fate in my heart and I carry my decisions in my intellect. These two things keep me alive and staying alive will bring me to a superb life after death.
Am I to make my own decisions or am I just God’s creation?
I think sincere reasoning causes future liberation
Am I just a simple being or someone important?
I do wish to be prosperous at peace and concordant.
My fate resides within my destination
I choose to be righteous with dedication
More blessed life lessons free of contortion
Karma drags me beneath my delicate fortune
Date Written: April 18, 2016
Nirvana
Lost in the world, searching for answers.
Why do we only live once? Why are there no second chances?
What is the meaning of life? What is our purpose for being?
Why do we not yet know? Do you know the reason?
A search for enlightenment, using many different teachings;
I must find the answer, by using any means,
To reach a state of enlightenment and find my nirvana.
So I'll ask someone who knows; can you hear me Buddha?
To find your nirvana, follow the teachings of Buddha;
Buddha gained enlightenment, so you must become a Buddhist.
Buddha was an atheist, searching for his Heaven;
A way to be free and stop repeated reincarnation.
To reach a new state of consciousness,
You must become free from life and your attire.
Your possession’s you must leave behind and you must forget your desire.
To find freedom from life, you must want for nothing;
Then you shall become free, from eternal suffering.
From the pain of the circle of life being repeated;
Because Heaven can't be reached, if you’re always reincarnated.
To find enlightenment, forget human treasures;
To raise up into the sky, you must not crave possessions.
Trinkets or money or power keep you trapped and without insight.
They stop you leaving this life; the stop you reaching the light.
Buddha’s Buddhist’s, practice his teachings
And they lead their life in the way in which he believed,
Was the right thing to do and he did do it right;
Buddha left this world enlightened…he walked into the light.
To find your nirvana; to raise to a new state of consciousness,
Is to die as a man and then pray to go to Heaven and be blessed.
Maybe there is life after death
And maybe I will fly up and face God.
Maybe anything is possible...
But when I learn the truth, I will be gone.
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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When my life was spent
I lay on my death bed,
All bent and in torment
Wondering about where shall I be led?
I was scared,
The truth was now ready to be bared
Is there life after death,
Is hell there where I shall now give my worth?
It came, like a flash of lightning
I never felt any painful burning
I just closed my eyes
And opened them to new skies
He was there, a fair knight
He looked at me with expectation
My own spirit was shining so bright
I feel my heart melting, faced with this divine revelation
It was a world so still
Yet, I could not refrain myself from feeling a thrill
I was with God
I was, at last, with the leader of the herd!
A world it is, ruled by eternity,
It is there, a sanctity
Peace prevails
The Lord, for such, entails!
It matters not, he said
If you believe your life was not lived
Life on Earth is a temporary phase
Meant to shower you with false praise
Those who get attached to its false vision
Keep returning to its endless illusion
Be calm, be happy, here, you shall be free
Free to be as you do deem yourself to be!
Creation is somehow beautiful
See the beauty of Mother Earth
See the grace of shadows
Feel the warmth of the sun
See, see even the rainbow after the deluge
Of all the mysteries of creation
I prefer life's temporal nature
Life does start somewhere
Said to be in the womb, is it?
Life does end, somehow, exactly how, noone knows!
Books do philosophize about it
Religions have been set up
Even anti religions do try do explain
Science does keep poking its nose in
The ending result is still a total mystery
If God could make poetry
He would such on the abstractiveness of life
Why does life itself be?
Why does life start, if only to end?
Is life after death for real, if so, life before life should be so as well!
If God could make poetry
He would make us all melt
So lovely would be His words
So lovely that we would understand the whole world
This one and those lying further beyond
If God could make poetry
I would buy His book
Say, do you believe not his poetry is called the Holy Books
Be it the Bible or the Gita
Whatever be the belief, yet only a most Holy Book?
One does explain about the beginning of life
Another one does explain about the essence of the Lord
Another one yet does explain about the essence of life
While yet another one shows life's philosophy
Such books I believe are God's real poetry, such books are my philosophy!
God is Good
Destined for Greatness
I Love You
Financially Debt Free
Yes I Can
What Student Loan?
Blessed, Grateful, Thankful
Inspired by You
Chrysler, Home, Tesla
Five Star Mom
I am Forgiven
Black is Beautiful
No Weapon Formed
Write the Vision
One Prayer Away
Walk by Faith
Never Give Up
Eat the Oatmeal
Sleep in Peace
Journey for Jesus
Change your Mindset
Women Stop Complaining
Colette – Dright
Love One Another
Blessed Beyond Measure
Who am I?
Grace and Mercy
Thank You God
Weather the Storm
Don’t Drive Drunk
Children of God
Just say No
Life after Death
Strength, Structure, Stability
Don’t Look Back
You are Amazing
St. Bernard Project
Run your Race
Capricorn the Goat
The Chosen One
In Jesus Name
Guard your Mind
I Been Approved
Don’t make Assumptions
Mind your Business
We are Conquerors
Jesus is Love
Believe in You
Pray for Me
Learn to Forgive
NOLA for Life
New Orleans, Louisiana
7 Ward Hardhead
Been ‘bout It
Praise the Lord
I am Me
Visualization, Manifestation, Determination
Life after Death
Because I pondered—Life beyond—
The Curtain’s timid seam—
I kept my faith—like folded light—
Within a quiet Room—
Death was not King—but Courtesy—
Who paused—before my Door—
And asked me—if I wished to cross—
Or stay—Forevermore—
I answered—Hope—had tutored me—
In Lessons—not yet Learned —
That Breath may close—yet Meaning—keeps
Its Congress—with the Dead—
Was I content—to be denied—
The Charter—Unpossessed—
I have no Vote—yet wear a Mind—
And that—is richly Dressed—
The World—allows me little Space—
To Sign—my name in Law—
But gave me Skies—no Fence could Keep —
My Thoughts —a Voice inside —
I lived—where Silence—was not Shame—
But Shelter—firm and kind—
A simple man—circled by Restraint—
Yet Sovereign—of the Mind—
If Happiness—must wear a Crown—
Then mine—is made of Air—
Invisible—to those who rule—
But real—as any Prayer—
So Life—after Death—I trusted—thus—
Not Golden—nor Severe—
But Freedom—finally Spoken aloud—
Where our Rights—are rendered—Clear—
At my rainbow's end, there is no pot of gold,
but something more magnificent to behold.
There won't be, as some think, beyond that last breath,
just a burial plot for my home after death.
We've more than a body; each one has a soul
that can't be interred in a six-foot-deep hole.
My conscious and undying soul will then be
with Jesus, who saved me and set my soul free.
I'll have a new, glorified body up there,
sweet peace in a lovely place beyond compare,
prepared just for me as my promised reward
for trusting God's only Son, Jesus, as Lord.
Right now we can’t grasp the full reality
of life after death, souls, and eternity;
but all-knowing God gives us what we need now--
His Spirit and His Holy Word that tells how
to follow His plan and how Heaven can be
the home of our souls after death sets them free.
God walks with His children in life and in death
and warmly directs them until that last breath.
Beyond my last rainbow, a home waits for me
in Heaven. God’s glory at last I will see.
How did life begin?
Is there life after death?
Are we conscious within?
After we draw that last breath
Is there life after death?
When from this world we depart
After we draw that last breath
After the last beat of the heart
When from this world we depart
Where do all the dead go?
After the last beat of the heart
Perhaps we may never know
Where do all the dead go?
When they disappear out of sight
Perhaps we may never know
To lands distant and bright
When they disappear out of sight
Perhaps dwelling in eternal light
To lands distant and bright
The soul’s journey, in eternal flight
Perhaps dwelling in eternal light
Are we conscious within?
The soul’s journey , in eternal flight
How did life begin?
She counted the candles
with the arithmetic of an ancient angel,
the impertinent years of her life fuelled the flames slowly
patiently, and prettily,
a flicker for the fast joys, a standstill for the sorrows,
she knew very well how age brought trials, tears, and triumphs,
and she believed in life after death
as a dove believes in the upcoming morning,
to the field of birthday fire
she blew a blissfully blue breath
the lights waved and vanished like startled wraiths,
yet there was one stubborn candle
that seemed to glow upon her quiet heart
revealing with a direct warmness...
You either live inspired, or you die -
J.A.B.