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Inspired by a message from God, His Angels and the Universe: Everything is going to be fine.
Everything is going to be fine
By Michelle Morris
14/03/2025
Can you feel the Power?
Can you feel the Magic?
Everything is going to be fine
You can make a Life Fantastic
Don't let your current situation dictate
How you feel about yourself
You're a Spark of Pure Divinity
You're surrounded by Angel help
Nothing is Impossible
You can Create your Miracles
Because everything is Energy
You have a Soul and Free Will
So use your Starlight and Stardust
Keep your Hope and keep your Faith
Share your Gifts and do your Best
Feel Heaven's blessed Grace
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Pre-puberty years
Playful innocence
Warm ready embrace
Quarrels, aberrations
Rapidly erased
An uncluttered mind
Open, forgiving heart
Reborn each morn anew
Growing up, ego manifests
Taught to be street smart
Testosterone levels high
Feral instincts prevail
In the game of one-upmanship
Need to win our obsession
Heart shrouded in darkness
Conscience whispers in dreams
Upon expending our energy
Recognising earth life transience
We look at dark thought spirals
A Frankenstein we created
Remorseless devouring our soul
We are astonished and dismayed
Looking at these sunken vibrations
We have chosen to stagnate in
To erase negativity from its roots
We stop the flow of turbid thoughts
By shifting our attention inwards
Into the hidden recesses of our heart
In time stretched stillness and silence
Negating the oscillations that surface
Until we become a rippleless lake
Choosing to remain for eternity thus
In timeless time, the false falls away
Fulcrum of our consciousness, space
Our mind-body now an empty shell
Cleansed of erst ego borne dark stains
Reveals from deep within our heart
Our true self shining, bubbling with bliss
Magnetised by the healing light divine
Suffusing all nodes with ecstatic rapture
Boundaries blur between others and us
We feel underlying interconnectedness
Recognising in time that love alone real
All other vibrations but thought constructs
Entrapping our attention in myriad illusions
Plunging our consciousness in delusion
Thus we meld head with heart and love
Twice born here now in the flesh, erect
Earth dream life yet plays on in as ordained
We enact our role in resonation with love
Our vaporised self is immune from harm
Simply because there is no identity within
That that is, is a bliss mist, a living light
Empowered by the sublime breath of God
Thus we inhale vital life force with gratitude
With exhalation in simplistic childlike surrender
16-October-2021
Look ahead and move on
see God's hand as your guide
don't let your eyes drop at all
tell all to the Lord and confide
Each step on the highway
is one closer away from doom
evil would love to claim you
make sure you give it no room
The key to unlock this way
is turn it away from evil's door
thus then protection is in force
making sure threats are no more
Be determined to keep straight
no diverting from the true way
this preserves your very soul
on this highway everlastingly stay
("The highway of the upright
is to depart from evil:
he that keepeth his way
preserveth his soul.")
( ~ Proverbs 16:17)
“To be or not to be: that is the question” - William Shakespeare
I am ...
breath-to-breath the breasted thrums
a coursing quick to sear the veins
molten marrow, binding beast
to the neural tap-dance
bloated brains borne
a-back their own
self-indulgent
euphoric
ruin.
I am not ...
insignificance-to-oblivion the silent pulse
a chronic wound as weeps heavenly
barren, black, light-and-lifeless
the cold surface unrippled
yet trembles, wanting
a press, potential
shadows push
to escape
ruin.
Existence ...
babbles like the roiling rills of sudden spring
its actualization clear as mountain melt
relevance and tenor balancing yet
atop the point of sentience
let it run to meadows
ebbed and mindful
to blossom full
in spite of
ruin.
Life ...
miracle precise to bear from the womb - LOVE
solitary intent and pursuit of true worth
the lifeblood - sacred and timeless
should all and all slip the bonds
a warm breath will yet sigh
its wings, unseen, soar
it IS all and its echo
pulse immortal
blessed of
ruin.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Famous Poetic Lines That Inspire" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Choice 7, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
In the archaic anchorage of the wayward mind,
isolated from the righteous roots of inviolability
by the dislodging drive of the deriding desires,
untamed instincts shroud the senses in disdain abyss.
Under the sensual surface of corporeal discernment,
tapered thoughts transitorily profile intrinsic images
on the fleeting screen of the sprouting awareness
within the unique quintessence of universal reality.
The stimulant inner window on enlightenment vista
lets inside rousing sunshine of impetuous actuality,
radiates the impulsive impression of awakened psyche,
enhances the defining strength of the cathartic spirit.
As immanent emotions unfold in spontaneity space,
the soul contained latent in the cauldron of vacuity,
finds freedom, merges inspired with consciousness
of divine oneness in the realm of absolute supreme.
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 11 Contest //Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 8/29/2025 12:41:00 PM
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 27, 2025
No trumpet greets the weary stride,
only gravel grinding underfoot,
the breath that rasps against the bone.
I have shouldered storm inside my chest,
their weight pressing like half-done prayers.
The world does not wait for heartbreaks
yet still I walk through its indifference.
The road is merciless with distance,
a ribbon extended beyond all sight
but its distance carves the truth of what I carry.
Every scar is a mile-marker wherein
every fall a lesson written in dust.
Hope is not the flag at the end-
it is the breath that urges: once more, once more.
I walk with shadows
and with the ghosts of those who stumble.
Yet I walk alight with the strength of survivors.
At last, I see it;
not a gate and not a crown
but a quiet clearing where the tired wind rests.
There, I set down my burden
not defeated
but strengthened!
The finish line was never drawn on the ground.
It has always remained inside the soul
waiting to be crossed.
(“Still Life”, 2021, original encaustic)
Hiding the Light
A lot has been happening in my life recently
And that’s a good thing considering
How staid and stodgy I’ve become
In old age.
But it’s still a challenge
And as one unexpected hurdle after another
Comes up, as always will,
I’m reminded, from some place deep in my past,
Perhaps best called my gut,
That now is the best time
To simply ‘go with the flow’.
My wife latches on to this axiom too
And so I know it has the universal resonance
Of truth,
My wife, being the embodiment,
Although long past 42, of the ultimate answer
To Life, The Universe, and Everything,
At least for me.
Then today I hear another truth
That strikes like an arrow to the heart,
A bull’s eye without room for doubt,
That the path for someone like me,
And maybe someone like you too,
Is to ‘hide the light’.
The light we are shines best
When we aren’t trying,
When we don’t even know it’s shining.
So this hiding of the light
Is for everyone involved
Since it doesn’t help anyone
To spin their wheels dwelling
Upon the obvious.
An honorable man needs no validation.
A beautiful woman needs no make-up.
And yet validation and a little make-up
Is all good too.
The light after all is something completely different
Maybe felt and not seen
Says it best,
But people are fooled
Much more by what they see than feel,
So hiding the light
Is as simple as going with the flow
Without concern for where it all goes.
(6/8/25)
A child at his uncle's funeral.
A man once vibrant, now cold and still.
Fear and dread, a fate for all.
"Don't want to die!" The plaintive shout.
A loving parent's reassurance,
"You're far too young to worry."
Life goes on, the child grows up.
College, romance, graduation.
A horrendous shock now occurs.
Again, the specter of death arises.
A friend violently killed in a car.
"To all of us, this could happen."
But spring returns and life goes on.
True love, marriage, and career.
The wondrous miracle of infant life.
Then vicious cancer strikes a child.
Anguish, pain and gloom.
"How could Father let this happen?"
All faith and hope seem gone.
But slowly darkness returns to light,
but no longer as bright and shining.
A semblance of life in fact returns.
Siblings grow up with lives of their own.
Parents grow older and start to slow down.
Friends and relatives begin to fall.
"Who's next in line to leave us behind?"
Reasoning begins to enter one's thoughts.
The gift of life is in fact complete.
Children, grand children, the cycle goes on.
How can death be all that bad?
For in this act, all must partake.
For those who believe, there are wonders awaiting.
And a life well lived, lives on in other hearts.
("Starless Nebula", 2020, original encaustic)
Nebula of Mind
Each step we take, each breath, each thought
A crossroad
A point of possible turning
Holding a potential
Balancing all the weight of the past
With the light of a future
Each moment another chance
To see the light
And release the weight
Everything that comes
The embodiment of all that has been
Till at the crossroad of death
We experience the habits of a life
The way each night we dream
Of a clear light
Through the veils of our day
Who are we, where are we going
If not this clear light
Conditioned by all we do
Each moment, each step, breath, thought
A crossroad to face
What it is we are doing
Where it leads
And if the veils thicken or thin
Right or left, up or down, in or out
Is not the question
Or the answer
As we wake
From beginningless sleep
As stars form
In the nebula of Mind
(12/17/23)
As we live daily, in this world you see,
somethings are not, as they appear to be.
Some people have masks, they wear very well,
the evil in their tongues, in their lives, you can tell.
The words they speak, from the company they keep,
kills the hearts of those, who’s counted as Gods sheep.
With their words as weapons, their tongues made of steel,
roaming about, but to steal, to destroy and kill.
To put out the light, that shines in the world you see,
all the goodness thats inside, of you and me.
To wear us down, in the webs that they weave,
in our heart, the stings it truly leaves.
The stings of death, while we yet live,
till from the heart, love is hard to give.
To intertwine the good, and evil’s, again you see,
how it truly kills the light, in you and me.
The light is the Truth, that guides our path,
it keeps us from being, a creature of wrath.
To be different, a creature of Gods beauty, we are to remain,
as from the ways of our own darkness, we refrain.
For the masks, are many, and true people are few,
and when the time of our darkness is over, the sun drinks up, it’s mourning dew.