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I'm going through a lover's quarrel.
The universe is fighting with me.
I'm trying to get the knowledge,
Thinking about my destiny.
Already figured it out, not trying to disrespect my family.
Caught between the life cycle of who I'm really trying to be.
Knowledge is the only way to live; that's all that matters to me.
But the force is so strong that I'm losing mentally.
I'm arguing with the universe that's stuck inside of me.
It's trying to elevate me to a place to live out eternity.
The elevation is stuck between one and seven.
The lower numbers are hell, and the higher numbers are heaven.
All I'm trying to do is get back my lost history.
Autumn is one of the best seasons
Simply for a few very different reasons,
The weather permits for all outdoors social events
Relief from the temperature of the suns torments,
Enjoy lunch or dinner out on a restaurants patio
Cool nights to enjoy walks for last round of cardio,
Walk your furry companion without heat stroke worry
You can enjoy outings without scorching heat advisory,
Autumn weather seem to have a good temperament affect
Some enjoy the life cycle of the tree leaves changing effect,
The notion to keep a hoodie or jacket handy for cool nights
Don't forget the eating contests, carnivals too; Oh that's right,
These were some of a few different reasons
That Autumn is one of the best seasons.
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
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Sponsored by John Hamilton
In a dream I saw myself in a bright room, sitting and writing down a poem
The experience was temporary; I soon returned to a normal frame of mind
I felt another presence besides myself, suddenly I was awoken by a loud hum
As I search in my head what was it I said, and wondering what I might find
I was sure about this vision I had, the humming noise? An oscillating dry fan
Feeling outside normal perception of space and time for a cold spell
I was the transient, the other conscious in a dream that seemed had no plan
In a waking state of consciousness still my soul is clouded, and here I dwell
No recollection or recognizing my true nature or of my ignorance
Unaccepting this illusion of life instead of its reality, certain that I must
not condemn me to suffering and deadly defiance,
I attempt to escape the life cycle of the universe, in this I trust
A life of austerity, devote myself to seeking knowledge
Unattach myself to any possession which result in greed
Achieving liberation by spirituality this I pledge
and eventually achieve a liberated state, indeed
I will not incriminate myself but become a good friend, a giver
And not search for another roadway another dead end
Time lapses, searching ends where the narrow road runs into a river
Flowing as one with a body of water, an experience to transcend
And if the microorganisms might be killed in every breath I’ve taken
by the immune system, discipline will be my task
When they call me lunatic when no finds of a scientific explanation
I’ll show that it is wise to keep and wear the surgical mask
The fundamental aim to perfect our soul essential, it took eons to rise above
Speak the truth if it is pleasant or remain silent if the truth is painfully lumen
All has a living soul in them, and all should be treated with respect and love
This can seem like a dream, and in my dreams, I am only human
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.
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
Man is evicting us from our home the cry of the wilderness
endangering the very life cycle of nature itself
Look us in the eyes and clearly see the heart's you starve
money before profit is all you care about in this plantation
Human development has become this self serving mass suicide
where green house gasses is ripping down these forests
and certain boundaries are crossed on more ways than one
We need to rescue God's animals from doom
legal protections need to be put in place
as this is worse than the flood destroying what Noah saved
Those self serving in charge are destructive in every shape and form to be explained
we will need to urgently raise awareness about their plight.
hope has become a challenged word so to speak shepherded on this subject
The smart thing to do is save our planet
Free will is a thing of beauty
On the best of days
We rank ourselves a notch
Above the animal kingdom
Because there’s more to life
More than simple procreation
And being part of a life cycle
So we believe we are more
Than the sum of our parts
The meaning of life
Ours ultimately to define
With potential for challenge
And surpassing ourselves
In a multitude of ways
Finding each our path
Contributing to evolution
The advancement of mankind
Humanitarian achievements
In facets of arts and science
And whatever other tangent
We can possibly dream up
Scrutinizing colonies of ants
Humans are a breed distinct
With their inflated egos
Focused on wrestling for supremacy
Free will is a thing of beauty
Bent on destroying more than creating
In a world of chaos there’s no denying
The meaning of life is a conundrum
Ours to decipher as we cling to hope
AP: 1st place 2020
Little Warmth
I visualized my immersion into the depth of your eyes. Fortunately, my passion was reciprocated. We longed for each other. We came close, then closer and ultimately closest. Lovers knotted tie to form couple. Our desired delighted days danced on unison.
Initiation, evolution and extinction are natural processes. Love is not an exception. Love oozes, spreads and can die out completing its life cycle. Love starts but may expect an expiry date. Emotion can flow like stream unending.
Couple stepped to higher rank. Proud parents began new life. Passion restricted by responsibility turned into compassion. With ageing emotion gets promotion to calmness. Possessiveness surrendered. Compromise and adjustment enter into stage. Peace gets importance than love.
I just need a little warmth from a compassionate companion on cold steps in dark.
05/06/16
Listen to The Warm Prose Contest Second place
Sponsor Laura Loo
Dead of Fall
In gathering storm clouds, Fall whispers its dread,
Cold tendrils coil, as life's colors shed.
Once vibrant hues, now wilt and fade,
As darkness creeps in, a cold, silent grave.
The trees shudder from a galloping wail,
As the shadows of death ride upon the gale.
Leaves descending, mourner’s tears in the night,
Darkening skies, blocking out the celestial light
Each gust a lament, from the realm of the dead,
A chilling embrace, where all life is bled.
Once verdant forests, now barren and sere,
As Fall's fatal touch, draws ever so near.
A piercing ravens caw, echoes a haunting dirge,
As Fall’s icy fingers begin to surge.
Nature's canvas, once painted with vivid grace,
Now marred by blight, in this dark, desolate place.
In the stillness of dusk, befalls a silent pall,
Softly, death claims its toll, in the dead of fall.
Where once was life, now only rot and decay,
As Fall descends, in its cold, cruel way.
But even in the bleakest of hours, a promise we find,
A seed of hope, a whisper, a sign.
Like a phoenix from the ashes, rising up, a seedling tall,
A symbol of Spring's renewal, in the dead of Fall.
-Edward