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(Five Buddha Mandala, 2018, original encaustic)
Notes on Religion and Faith
The superstition of religious content applies to all religions and faiths.
They are the context of faith.
But the faith itself and how it is focused on (absorbed into) is the true religion free of concepts and conventional knowledge/mythology.
Obviously such a true religion is universal, part and parcel of Life itself.
In other words, the forms (of devotion and meditation) are important (or true) only in how they get us to engage.
And the degree of faith is what determines the degree of engagement/absorption.
Once absorbed there is no duality, so no room for distinctions (all the varieties of subjects and objects).
For liberation to occur (real freedom from confusion/delusion) absolute engagement/absorption must occur, at least for a moment.
Meditation is thus the excuse to become intimately familiar with our true nature.
And what is true has no place for what is false; superstition and contrivance.
Meditation for one might be very different for another.
And thus we can never really tell how accomplished and liberated anyone else is.
It’s hard enough just trying to track that for oneself!
Within Us and Without Us
The world is full of hierarchies,
It’s the definition of the world,
And yet, what it’s all based on
What really matters
Is without distinction
Without boundary
Without limit
Without separation
Without change
Without existence
(10/31/23)
The unknown to be known
Dare I know it to know?
Have I known a place I own?
To know my place... my role?
Yet... I feel out of place
Perhaps everywhere I’ve been
Too much of cultures to chase
I wonder, is there a single truth to mean?
Almost everyone has a different belief
Yet no one is to know the truth for sure
And in believing... no one I know is relief
For in life, there always is one making everyone fear
Did I feel out of place?
Did it mean... I no longer fear?
Yet my life I seen laid waste
For humanities who believe in life so dear
The unknown, have I known?
Did I know it, do u dare to know?
Have you a place you truly own?
Did you know a place to fit your role?
Have you ever been caught
Between a rock and hard place
Have you ever had to look
Adversity in the face
Or have you led an easy life
Where the roads is smooth and wide
have your doors been held open
Has there always been a guide
What will you ever do
If trouble knocks on your door
Gives you eviction notice
If there's less instead of more
Will you start to crumble
From the force of the blast
Are you made of better stuff
A substance that's made to last
One day we'll all be tested
Even those with silver spoons
Some are more resilient
Others pop like pricked balloons
It's better to have hardships
Much earlier in your days
So that you will have the strength
To turn your trouble away
We think that we want easy
I think that is a mistake
We become so much stronger
With each and every mistake
Between a rock and hard place
There is gold there to be found
Not often will you find it
Just out laying on the ground
Embrace each situation
We're purified by fire
If it doesn't burn us up
We will be lifted higher
There is something that you must understand, there is a crisis on the land and you need strong hands to make it stand. The days are moving swiftly with the wind and age is crawling under my skins, I can run a marathon in a hour and then I will take a cold shower and cool down your sorrows.
“What is in it for me” he asked, as he watched destiny gathered in the dark; midnight burst in the sky and birds appeared out of nowhere and converge in the trees, swinging back and forth in the breeze.
The birds’ assembly for a meeting in the pitch black night, everything was dead silent and the angels were hibernating in the heavens but hope open the door and a miracle appear on the floor. It has been going on for more than four decade and no one wants to honor their praise. If you want to be a part of the world you have to respect the girls.
You continue to throw them underneath the bus, causing the heavens to fuss. It is the meeting of the ages that counts and you must stand firm with strong praises. The girls, the oil and the nuclear weapon must be addressed, in the upcoming session; you can change a dress code overnight or you can say no to tradition in a second. You can give the woman life if you do what is right and let them occupy the judgment seat and enjoy the cool breeze.
There are somethings that you cannot change for they are baked into the game, so the pillars of faith will never be the same. Roll on when you reach the end of the road, roll on when there is doubt, roll on when there is nothing else to do, roll on and your faith will see you through.
Sometimes you have to give up your rights to win the fight; you have to give up your rights, for good things to happen. You must give up your right for some people to be free and maintain your dignity.
You don’t have to but you must; you don’t have to but you must learn to trust; roll on when the desert is hot, roll on when you only have one shot.
Keep your conscience clear, and pay attention to what the universe have to share, you will soon get there. Holding to fire will burn your finger, so roll on and shake your enemies hand, roll on and you will finally understand.
For fifteen minutes I got really angry
After fifteen minutes I was really sad
For fifteen minutes
The stupid traffic turned me into something really, really mad
Within fifteen minutes
All my life turned from something happy
All my life turned from all that was good to bad.
A quick decision in anger made
Saw red mist fall into snarling rage
Those fifteen minutes will forever stay with me
Much more now than their worth of a 30th of my daily pay
To keep those fifteen minutes I acted so unlike me
I saw my nature unfold, oneself was truly betrayed
It took fifteen minutes from my foot pushing harder
For someone who was living to stop growing old
Fifteen minutes/900 seconds is all it took
To erase more than a life; truth be told
Brutally, sometime the concession, the consensution is brutally disallowed, it pains the senses, the nerve endings, sometimes truth hurts. But when truth is void , lie lingers , and it covers discord binds sometimes truth makes you cry. Sometimes truth makes you sigh make you sad. You think you're bad, sometimes you're even mad the truth lurks. Sometimes it hurts, but truth is the foundation of grace and forgiveness.Truth for longevity of life truth embraces my mind and heart as liberation sparks.I am grateful for truth
--- 4 I c no problem in truth
2/5/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Anticipate that final ultimate breath
when life in earth will be no more
then those saved by Christ’s redeemed blood
will be swept through heaven’s eternal door
At that moment Jesus will be there
in all His splendour so wonderfully holy
all of scripture will prove itself true
it was clearly not just another story
Then the presence of Jesus will be seen
in all His majesty utterly divine
never again will Jesus not be there
all His brightness forever to shine
There He will reveal all of scripture
the things we didn’t understand before
point to His nail prints to be sure
then we’ll bow before Him and adore
Oh heaven will be Jesus only
the blessed son of God indeed
our cries will be glory glory glory
in Immanuel’s land forever freed
Almighty always assures equal attention to all from above,
bestowing benign benevolence brimming with boundless bliss,
His bountiful benediction blossoms in my beguiled soul.
When tormenting times take the toll on my toiling life,
I hasten to harbor His blessings to heal my heart harshly hurt,
so, suffused with His splendor I sail on sea of sanguine solace.
Dwelling in dry desert of desolateness after deceptive mirage I dart,
shrouded sketch of sanctimonious self sometimes shuns my sight,
I thank God for guiding me then to tread the trail of total truth.
September 11, 2020
Contest Alliteration 004 (I Prefer Old Poems)
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This is what it's like
An expectation, a storm
Grey and black, blue and white
A disaster, chaos
Death and Pain
Innocent, before it turns
Goes over and transforms
Oh, the pain of existing
A never-ending circle
Meaningless
Empty
Words that hide
This very fact,
To distract the mind
From the real question
Like a ghost, it haunts me
Keeping me up at night
What is the point?
Of everything?
It leads up to nowhere
All for nothing
On and on and on
Forever?
Who knows?
Not you
By far
Listening to your thoughts
Thinking there is a point
That it's worth it
No judgement here
Just the fact that
Your eyes are closed
You have chosen to be
Blind, deaf even
Stick your head in the sand, as they say
Thoughts that don't go far
Except those that know
That understand
I can't be the only one
I refuse to believe it
Just as they do
Form:
Nowhere on land to be me- Being the prototype of mankind is hard. Maybe I'll return to the sea. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, is her job, some eggs she lay are brown, some she lays are white. Yet, the same on the inside
Because like me she's the prototype, I did my job, created you all Red n Yellow Black and White, Same on the inside are you all...
I was created in the image of him who has made all the world, Yet, man is the only ones - Whom over color wants to fight!... News flash, you all came from one seed. if I cut you open its red blood that you'll bleed - Your liver, heart, and Kidneys all look the same, just as a Chicks a chicken, a baby will become a man.
Some earthlings are not as good, and some are not as smart... but each inside of all of them is a beating heart. Some men are small - Some humans tall, some are plump while others; Have not much meat at all.
If God had wanted carbon copies he would have made you all the same- He did not make you different to cuss, kill, and maim, he only made you different so that each could represent his fame: Each a different piece of his artwork to glorify his name.
The ultimate Painter, the fishers of men, the big creator... the maker of man, the infinite mind, the all-seeing eye. The great I Am, the creator of all men. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, I am the prototype, some she lay is brown some are white. Yet, the same on the inside.
Unless you've been rejected a conscious spirit or soul, and you hurt my children. My creations are you still, but there are consequences for your actions. What do you think I made assortments for? So, with turned up noses the only claim to your fame is "you are white"...
So, if you decide you only want girls, or you only want boys, you only want red, because you don't like yellow, remember you don't get to have a choice in what's been decided. So, stop killing out of ignorance, or because of skin... ridiculous when you know damn well ... we are all the same within.
Again, like the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs is her job, some eggs she lay are brown, some eggs she lay are white. Yet, all the eggs she lay are all the same on the inside. So simple, nothing to figure out, stop killing for color, that's not what life's about.