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Gentle Wise Woman put on her embroidered priestess robes.
It was the evening of the Ulc Cycle Moon.
She carefully laid out her table in the most mystical way she could remember.
Like her grandmother and her grandmother’s grandmother.
Being the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter
Insured even if she did it wrong, she would be right.
She carefully selected the items for her table.
A bowl of spring water, a sprig of violet leaf, amethyst and agate.
A beautiful green luna moth fluttered past, his eyes winking at her.
She felt loved by the forest, more than ever.
Thank you Mother Moon, she said.
The forest was dark, but there was no fear.
She felt joy.
The last item selected was her rune pouch.
She shook three runes out, and studied them.
Her young daughter who had been watching asked “What do they say?”
Her voice was a whisper. She was in awe of her amazingly mystical mother.
“That you will have the best life ever,” her mother assured her.
Laurel was young and innocent at six.
She was not about to give her this kind of prophecy.
She would find out soon enough.
Sadness could begin tomorrow.
This was a night for joy, a night to
Commune with spirit.
She felt her grandmother coming for her.
They would dance under the willows until morning.
In the existential dualist domain,
irreducibly implanted in intrinsic psychic arena,
we breathe as God’s generous gift
the divine breath of the enactment life,
as the source of congruent performing creativity.
The unwavering faith molds the mind
for its inward journey to enlightened eternity,
the ordained life turns into a turbulent river,
the currents of contemplation interlace,
and carry the elements of innate reflection.
The ultimate merger with the serene sea,
contouring the receptive calmness of the soul,
manifests in the final amalgamation
with the aspects of infinite euphoria,
sublimating the essence of mental motif.
The soul shines in the spiritual glow,
reflecting the patina of perception lotus,
as self-searching entranced odyssey ends
in the singular sanctum of the supreme,
the revelation revives the acuity appreciation.
The spiritual passage across perception stratum,
achieved by introspective dissolution
of the rigid notions through transcendence,
dissolves the division of outside-in and inside-out,
virtuous bliss suffuses as we bilocate our awareness.
before the first man made from clay, you caused the seas that toss today, also the
earth you made by hand, it bring forth fruit you did command! arrayed the heavens
sun and moon,.
With living stars the voids festoon.! or perhaps this fame is all undue? a
fallacy a lie untrue! and many people do such expound, that this is so! from
what they've found:)
For they can and will explain, that the elements state it all so plain, and that from
these alone all life came forth, yet in my ignorance I’ll say, in a vacuum case
these things could stay." and then times-plus they should be able to show
how life was formed the way they know.! and yet.! and yet.' I must confess.! And from
what I’ve seen I must digress.' for some women & men,we have been told, with, scientific
apparatus have so to say struck gold.! they planned and wrought, schemed and thought
And brought forth life I do believe." having thought about this quite a while.."
And though my instinct finds it vile; they’ve proved one point... To me past doubt.!
CREATION CREATION... Their deeds shout out..!
© Joe Maverick 23-10-2010
When we give life, to those things, that only bring death,
then we are truly, killing our life’s breath.
It turns our hearts, toward the darkness, you see,
when with our words, we bring forth misery,
We then destroy, our own hearts, as we live,
as we are judged by others, in what we give.
If we don’t change, the way we live you see,
then this life, will change you and me.
Deeper and deeper, in despair we go,
when, in this life style, we choose to flow.
Trying to live, and never understanding, how or why,
when we speak those things, that only bring death, we also begin to die.
Life or death, is set in front of us you see,
those things we speak, come forth to be.
Begin to speak only words, that brings forth life,
and in our hearts, the truth, will overcome the strife.
Chasing answers
By Michelle Morris
31/10/2022
Sometimes you ask the wrong questions
When you're chasing answers
But life is not that simple
It's not an equation to be solved
We think we know the reason
We believe we know those we love
But in reality it's all an illusion
Based on perceptions and experience
Who can tell the future?
Who can solve the past?
Who can work out what matters?
Do we know when the little things are lost?
Sometimes the smallest decision
Makes the biggest change
Sometimes those big moments
Really turn out to be quite lame
We can never truly know another
For everyone has their masks
Even the most honest person
Will be perceived by another's focus
Who can tell the future?
Who can solve the past?
Who can work out what matters?
Do we know when the little things are lost?
Who can help us see
What is best for us?
Who can help us heal
What's troubling our hearts?
Who can see the truth?
Who can solve the mystery?
Who can lead us home?
Who can make this destiny?
Who can tell the future?
Who can solve the past?
Who can work out what matters?
Do we know when the little things are lost?
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Physical reality feels heavy, permanent and real,
but is actually a temporary form, like a dream;
the dreams feels real because our mind made it,
from the physical world- it is a trick in believing.
But if we chose to not conform we wake up,
the moment we stop clinging and striving;
and let go of attachments and ego desires,
the illusion fades- wake up from the dream.
Wake up to a deeper, more spiritual reality,
a reality where wants and needs are quiet;
we realize this temporary existence is a phase,
desires and attachments are powerful anchors.
Only in awakening and letting go of ego,
can we let go of the material junk in life;
life is an illusion, a misleading image,
it deceives like a magician's sleight of hand.
My Shadow….
Lost in the path of this dreadful life,
thinking of years that I spent in strife;
walking and thinking, what is ahead?
Living with pain or dying instead.
Watching my shadow crawling below;
scared and dazed, with nothing to show.
My shadow was darkened by the gloomy night;
Walking behind me, frightened by light.
He didn't know his nature was light;
he taught that he was planted by night.
Awaiting until dawn with the breeze
to make the shadow taller than trees.
Little by little, the light of time
made it so shadow reaching his prime.
The shadow started to sing and dance
in the garden of the life romance.
He was the young one, handsome and bold.
Never thought there would be days of old.
Dancing with the drum of joy and youth,
only the time will teach us the truth.
The morning turned into the mid-day sun,
I was standing, but the shadow in run.
He was running, and I was the chase;
I couldn't keep up, and he lost the race.
He was blaming me, I got too old,
So much as my life, losing its gold.
The sun was setting; the shadow got dim.
Little by little got, pale and slim.
His height and his youth vanished so soon.
The sun left him and kept the moon.
What will happen if the shadow is gone?
Should I ever wish to see the dawn?
6/23/2016 Haloo
We all sin
I sin
You sin
Everyone is a sinner
A sin is a sin is a sin
There’s no way to win
Your actually guilty before you begin
So how do you actually get a reprieve?
To acquire the salvation
You wish to receive
The game is rigged
And not in your favor
What depravity may I offer you?
What’s your flavor?
Many choices to be had
Mix and match your wickedness
Custom made immorality for the mad
Smoke, drink, inject and snort
Can I have some more? Is the retort
Mind numbing at it’s best
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme,
No time to rest
Gotta get high
I must confess
My blanket
My shield
My sanctuary
Sobriety is quite contrary
To my goal
Of being numb, dumb, and resistant to succumb
So, don’t bother trying to save me you fool
The drugs are my tool
And reality is my school
Follow the line of the diseased mind
You may find it to be kind
If not, a monotonous grind
Welcome to the cognitive bind
Eric (and sometimes not)
At end of days, it is too late
To set our heart with bliss ablaze
Death looms, we feel life force abate
What’s the use now, to sing God’s praise
Dead man walking, as though in daze
The life we led, crooked, not straight
Weary now, in life’s final phase
At end of days, it is too late
With each breath, we’re at heaven’s gate
If we but turn inward our gaze
Whence divine aligned, nodes pulsate
To set our heart with bliss ablaze
Love never ceases to amaze
Shift now to the heart, why for wait
Embrace divine brooks no delays
Death looms, we feel life force abate
Our thoughts, words and deeds, shape our fate
So resonate with love always
But if the fruit of lust we ate
What’s the use now, to sing God’s praise
The time is now to mend our ways
Spread joy, heart contractions negate
Erst fears and desires, to dust raze
That one with God, we celebrate
At end of days
07-March-2023
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Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 16 Contest //Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 9/18/2025 6:26:00 PM
( 7th Place )
Written: September 12, 2025
She walked through nights no one noticed
feet heavy, heart heavier.
The silence of the world felt overwhelming.
as if kindness had disappeared.
Then, without warning
someone reached for her...
steady, warm, unexpected.
The road behind her remained,
but she could finally move forward.
For nights she had slipped alone
masking grief with pale smiles
hiding pieces of herself -
that no stranger would ever see.
Her legs ached,
her body protested
and still she whispered:
"this journey is mine alone."
She found a quiet strength,
somewhere along the way.
As she moved forward,
she held one quiet truth:
even when the night is long,
even in the darkest times...
kindness finds its path.
A simple act of care can break through
the darkness,
and the light of a new day comes,
no matter how long the night.
When she finally stops,
she lifts her face to the sun
and carries one truth:
between falling and standing,
she found him...
and the light he gave her
will walk with her forever.