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Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
My eyes are dazzled, by her unbelievable beauty.
Honored, I revere her magnificence, as I peek into the telescope.
Seeing this nebula move not at all, though I know she is.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
An interstellar beginning or a super nova end?
No way to tell. Like humans, stars begin and end the same way.
Delighting the high-powered telescope in the planetarium.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
I take another peek, holding my breath, amazed at her beauty.
Fantastic colors of this nebula delight and entice imagination
I hope she is at the beginning of her life cycle.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
Dust, hydrogen and helium, swirling interstellar galactically.
Twisting and turning in a fog with other ionized gases
No matter her journey, I marvel at her optimism, and her grace.
SUMMER SEASON OF LIFE
Your own life cycle has its seasons and one is summer.
The summertime of your life is the time of becoming
professional in your career, getting married and starting
your family, setting or arranging goals while enjoying your life.
Summertime of your life is building careers or businesses,
developing relationships and creating your own legacy.
Summer is time of abundance, prosperity to take time to
celebrate and enjoy who you become and share your achievements.
6/22/21 Workshop: Adjectives Deleted Poetry
Jack Webster
Used: PS Grammar Checker
Organic form goes through birth and death
Thus man too did believe in death’s inevitability
Until Jesus practically demonstrated resurrection
Signalling that we too may so transcend, as did He
Upon lighting the three fold flame of Christ in our heart
Scriptures abound with similar miraculous illustrations
Let’s take the epic book, ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’
It affirms the resurrection of Sri Yukteshwar Giri
Likewise bilocation power of Anandamayi Ma
Validating truth that there’s no limitation
The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus goes deeper
Being a channelled text of the Akashic records
Elucidating that at the beginning of each life cycle
Our Father in heaven sends His son to walk among us
Demonstrating the zenith heights of mankind’s potential
Recognising we are soul eternal, for a sojourn upon earth
With love alone as real, all else but a thought construct
We choose to exit the narrow cravings of lower mind
Living joyfully with all beings, in a borderless world
Respecting the soul journey of each life form
Easter then for humanity, a gentle wake up call
To glorify God with each breath inhaled by His will
Returned back to void, infused with pure loving intent
Each cell of mind-body slowly transfigured as living light
That we ascend, merging with God’s blissful luminescence
24-March-2022
Notes:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resurrection_of_Jesus
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autobiography_of_a_Yogi
http://yogananda.com.au/aoy/beyond_death_1.html
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anandamayi_Ma
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aquarian_Gospel_of_Jesus_the_Christ
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_records
Solely solar: Truly toddler Sun crawling
on canvas of Cosmos five billion years ago
as Proto Star formed from stellar plasma of Cosmic charisma.
Spinning Sun with Solar System
revolving around center of Milky Way Galaxy.
Fantastic but not fantasy.
Sun Flare in glare, Sunspots to spot in variance.
Sun Corona outermost arena to mesmerize.
Sunrise to Sunset showering spectacular surprise.
Sun scattering rays cascading in opulence,
supplying energy, initiating Life on Earth,
to grow flora and fauna in diversity,
carrying evolution on Earth in beast and beauty,
displaying hues and tunes in Nature on smart reality.
On human conception,
Sun, a massive fiery whirling ball of burning hydrogen
Another five billion years left to exhaust its fuel.
It will follow the life cycle of an ordinary star
tending to be a Red Giant ending in White Dwarf,
obeying Chandrasekhar limit: Its limited credibility.
YET!
Startling fact to assimilate:
Sun with its solar system,
a nano item
holding a trivial position in Universe,
comparable to a tiny sand particle in Sahara Desert.
THEN!
Where to find human blessed by energy of Sun?
Seems a fun.
Love story
This isn't a fairly tail !
Love story are no joke
This is not a sleeping beauty kind of story
Nor beauty and the beast
Love tales are not as sweet as they seem
But ours ended like a savage tweet,
As funny as a trending meme, on facebook
Love isnt as beautiful as it seems,
Love stories are not child's play .
Our thoughts stained with distrust and jealousy,
False professions birthing obscurity. Look deep down in our heart and you will realise that
every promise we made to each other were truthful lies,given birth at the orta
Every vow turned into Questions 8out to be compromised.
Like a love song that has lost meaning
The quarters of our hearts painted in black stains ,
Giving room for fear and panic,
Our love sinking slowly like the Titanic,
Time flew but our love couldn't stand the cold direction of life's life cycle ??
Eyes were bathed in salty water
Our hope is buried in weak tower
We hide ourselves in the serpents cave
Running away from mamba clothed in worm's garment.
We
Writen by owen thepoet
Kvg
I really get into it
Untitled thoughts
This isn't a fairly tail !
Love story are no joke
This is not a sleeping beauty kind of story
Nor beauty and the beast
Love tales are not as sweet as they seem
But ours ended like a savage tweet,
As funny as a trending meme, on facebook
Love isnt as beautiful as it seems,
Love stories are not child's play .
Our thoughts stained with distrust and jealousy,
False professions birthing obscurity. Look deep down in our heart and you will realise that
every promise we made to each other were truthful lies,given birth at the orta
Every vow turned into Questions 8out to be compromised.
Like a love song that has lost meaning
The quarters of our hearts painted in black stains ,
Giving room for fear and panic,
Our love sinking slowly like the Titanic,
Time flew but our love couldn't stand the cold direction of life's life cycle ??
Eyes were bathed in salty water
Our hope is buried in weak tower
We hide ourselves in the serpents cave
Running away from mamba clothed in worm's garment.
We
Writen by
Kvg
I really get into it
What If Destiny...
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...
Communicate (temporarily,
strictly and hypothetically)
merely allowing me to burble
essentially rendering, limiting,
and fixing me tubby nonverbal,
where frustration ensued -
inducing passivity, asper myself
shrugging shoulders in resignation
coon sitter ring thy fate
nsync with that of a gerbil?
Thus codifying, con
fining, and consigning
stricture to a sorry lot
perhaps finding me
envying fun
Gus of ergot,
which organism at least participates
in a pro active life cycle,
though one may say,
said organism doth rot.
Now...all Joe King aside,
an attempt will be made tried
though daunted to cogitate beside
Ritch ching deep inside
and remain on - ride
ding the straight and true
so please dont chide
restricting me to bide
with guise of seriousness,
when aye decide
did to complete on
par tragedy thalidomide
wrought, yet this poem, though belied
and bedeviled pondering
how Yukon not induce tongue re:
totally tubularly restrained,
sans tubby unable to talk
plus afflicted with autism,
hence guide
did through extreme effort
pretending, thus
to feign being denied
critical skill to chat
with a snap allied
(NOT with van knit tee),
but dead seriousness try
ying with futility hypothetically
impossible to imagine tubby
accursed without means to speak
compounded by autism,
an immeasurable frustration
must mount inside,
viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor,
nonetheless I cried
inside when the limp deceased body of
six year old
Maddox Ritch – already died,
drowned mainly supposedly,
when dashing ahead,
he didst play hide
with his father (Ian Ritch),
while the special needs child
(unknowingly) both spent
final hours together
bonding at Rankin
Lake Park in Gastonia
within North Carolina.
On earth I began my life
In the form of a seed unaware
of the potential of what I can
Be.
Am I a flower, plant, weed, or a tree?
I do not know until I am watered and
The light of the sun touches me.
Even the process of my life cycle can
Be thought of as living poetry.
It's Ok that I am however many feet
Buried in the ground I won’t starve because
Nature design me to make my own
Food.
“After all I am self-sufficient that way”
As long as I have a place and space
I will grow but into what? That is for
Life to decide what will become of me
The seed that was planted no longer remaining
In its protective shell
NO!
My purpose is to grow and show my brilliance
For all to see.
“The future may see the exhaust of mines dug deep into Earth’s core. But, the soil has to keep producing food for the ever growing Earth’s population.”
- quote by A.A.Jarilov, Soil-Scientist
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Supporting life on Earth
Nourishing life of all kinds
She breathes green
She has life cycle
She is a living being
With a definite genesis
She evolves differently
Adapting to changing climate
Redesigns herself for organisms
She balances life cycle
Just as in Land & Atmosphere
She has minerals, matter,
Salts and water, gases and
Moisture like in air, but
It varies in concentration
She needs rain
She needs wells, rivers, seas & oceans
She needs air
She breathes
She needs clean air to breathe
She needs energy,
Energy from the Sun & Moon rays
Filtered through plants feet
Unfiltered by cement,
Tiles, or beautiful tar carpets
She is not Sand, Silt and Clay,
Her health is seen through
Munsell’s Chroma, Value & Hue
None but only the Human footprints
Has smudged her precious Shade
Earth is not an industry
Soil is not a factory
Soil provides to live,
Soil is Life
Without soil - Earth is death happy
You say your theology is descriptive and cohesive,
But I just need to give you my concise take;
What theology reminds me of, alludes to and objectifies,
And what cases and arguments it does make.
Consecration is for your uncertain realisations,
That you made from your parents beliefs,
And baptism as an indictment to wash each day,
Is outdated because it has no causative reliefs.
The incarnation was not metaphysical and divine,
All things occur within the life-cycle of mankind;
Transformation comes though other people’ interactions,
That love you and fortify you to be kind.
We will destroy evil with love, care and concern,
‘Cos people emanate human kindness given some resolve,
And Jesus descent into hell just describes his pain and gloom,
And is a linguistic flurry to depict the social scene to absolve.
But the doctrine of predestination is a sin in itself,
Balloons the ego, sharpens the knife lain into the many;
To be a member of the elect only fattens the stomach,
‘Cos peace is in just being one person in commonality.
The power of the spirit only causes mental illness,
And healing is from others, doctors and nurses;
Submitting to men as Christian women is wrong,
And submission to god forces you to treason belong.
The resurrection is inside you, if you want it to be,
Understanding Jesus is completely within your discretion;
Conversion should not be listed as an experience as such,
As our roots are personal, ones which nobody should touch.