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We go through waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
imbibing impressions in accordance with our awareness,
strangely making peace with our self-evident ignorance,
living by instinct, investigating not the truth of our being,
content in nurturing aspirations of decaying body-mind.
Even though we intuitively recognise heart as our centre,
for that is where glimmers of love and light as yet sparkles,
we negate soul’s truth impulse and wallow in the shallows,
in bondage to the incessant cravings of wayward ego,
which offers neither joy in permanence nor wisdom we seek.
Are we an ephemeral entity hanging like a puppet on a string,
an organism seemingly sentient to relay impressions garnered,
a plaything of a loftier consciousness controlling our destiny,
including the way we think, feel, respond and enact our role,
as we flounder about oscillating between fears and desires?
We feel like an object within a dream conjured by a dreamer,
in that we are hemmed in by limitations and have no free will,
for as long as our mind is unconscious and heart unawakened,
we are simply drifting through life like a dead man walking,
full of deluded self-importance whilst knowing not who we are.
Now, if the character in the dream chooses to become detached,
nonchalant to outcomes and becomes a witness to its existence,
this silent rebellion by thought cessation ends the dream sequence,
whereupon the dreamer, the subject and the dreamed object merge,
that both as one awake together within the drama being so enacted.
Extrapolating from this line of intuitive introspective contemplation,
we opt to meld our head with the heart in resonation with love,
animating our attention in agendaless vibrance innate to our being,
bilocating between this here duality manifest and singularity unmanifest,
thus transcending by becoming both immanent and transcendent.
Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh
Wing your arc for purer stratum high,
Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake
For dainty victuals sage angels take.
As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep
Away avarices that now huddled weep,
Your best plume beyond trite ethers ply
Into loftier climes where finer eagles fly.
Viral cloud your heaven-sent comrade is
If you’ll hit hardest with no goofing miss,
And task your swiftest flappers out of Old
Woods into pristine joys of the New World.
Eternal Kindness her illuminator holds
To undim cumuli's ill-bivouacked folds,
And Divine Treasury total expense pays
Till the last of your wise-wayfaring days.
Soar whilst sagest angels' soirée lasts,
As fierce Retribution's viral cloud casts
Nebulous guiles to outsmart hardy foes,
And Kindness her aiding flickers throws.
I rise from deep within the earth
out of pressured lavas
I rise above the level into
breathable realms
I rise following the risen
He who set my path and
monitors my lift lovingly
tenderly, yet such pinions
given of steeliness unpluckable
I rise for the grace of the Father,
for the loving sacrifice of the Son,
for the Spirit, all Powerful, Ever-present,
All Knowing – I rise from man's mental
coma...from delirium of his lesser ego,
from estrangement of his physical-obstinance;
climbing higher, into loftier, far brighter reality
of being...
cleanly exalted, my consciousness purified –
I rise on frequencies of heavenly choirs...
throngs of worshiping angels welcoming, wings
fanning my once fuming soul – all the while
singing Praise to Christ, man's Conqueror Lord:
The slayer of Death; the Subduer of devils
and their throngs of whispering, shouting,
deafening demons;
I rise from out under the Master Liar...jealous possessor,
once Arc of God's Most beloved till Fallen...
I rise on a divine swell of compassion and forgiveness –
carried yet higher, on upward, surging tide of greater purification,
resurrected with Divine momentum...a soaring sea of expanding
spiritual freedom...
It is Easter,
as The Risen One anointed, so shall we follow
and rise!
“Glory to God
in His Highest!”
Do you know what it’s like
To have your freedom back at last,
To be able to choose new colours
Once pinned out of reach to the mast,
To find tho’ you’ve lost your employment,
You can still retain all of your pride,
To discover the grass is greener
On the unexplored other-side,
To patch up your battered ego,
Once thought irretrievably torn,
To feel a strong urge to celebrate,
When others expect you to mourn,
To take a fresh look at careers,
When you thought it was all in the past,
To discover your destiny’s liquid,
And never in concrete cast,
To realise your aspirations,
Which no more are held on ice,
To alter your life’s ingredients,
And add a small pinch of spice,
To discover you’re no longer frightened
By things that are different or new,
To embrace all those sensible changes,
And take a much loftier view,
To keep everything in context,
And never let monsters appear,
To look to your dreams and take aim,
Keeping your sights crystal clear,
To be intimidated no longer
By applicants younger than you,
To know a wise captain will always
Choose an experienced crew,
To retain your sense of adventure,
Your instinctive love of fun,
To put down the now closed chapter,
And enjoy the one just begun,
To be welcomed back to life’s table,
And invited to sit down and dine,
To feast till you’re utterly bloated,
And swill it all down with sweet wine.
Comparisons are unerring things at worst;
Every common ore yielded for shinier gold,
And tepid junkets given up in apt forfeiture
For tolerably pricier carats unsullied stored.
Far less treasured lots perpetually stand
In shrouded paths to more pleasing deal,
And more often than not emit lures bland
To fade jollities owners of finer gems feel.
Prudent choosers are harder to hoodwink;
They're grateful to know how to swiftly tell
Vast variance between wee penny's worth
And huger wads quiet past old minas' kink.
They're merrier types closer to Midas lips;
Smarter-thinking pickers noted with strips
Of fair Fortune's higher turns beyond taste,
Loftier than Fancy's dreams and her haste.
With comparative logic one never can err,
Since brighter minds cheap choices abhor.
we drink ambrosia from goblets within our Hearts
browline meets browline you drink your own
which dripped into mine hush hush the surfer
and soldier homed, drinking ambrosia honed
yin-yang becomes yang-yin as frequencies ripple
from nerves slashing nerves when point pulse
point, nails dig nails, light entering wet wounds knuckles balloon, merged muscles sting sing,
bring strands blowing in west wind, leap peep
so deep to sleep, we drink ambrosia link link
cells bell into sounds spear sharp piercing thorn
horn, blood dripping under eyelids hot spot dawn
wolves howling across white space owl hooting
race, we drink ambrosia, drink as know bow
fades into breath within breath, nothing’s a mess let’s confess, house frames go up no shame ~
vertebrae calculating fame, down twig huts jut
rutting fall, drink ambrosia drink ~ magician
holds pentacle, cup, sword and wand, veined
eyeballs sprawl haul, drink ambrosia on brink
exchanging sonnets her mind mine, yours
divine, red butterfly sings on Mozart’s wings
we drink ambrosia as moths gain eyes to see
sight a blight bright seeking missing light
obscured to find from behind hills for the mill drinking ambrosia… lamb bleats at soul feats heralding unions near, silent lips turn dear
irises glance ears to hear tongue tasting
tongue, skin rum in sum hum ~ love tangles
a tango feeding volcano hot smear, rock
point brings pain rain, we drink ambrosia kink
surrender rains ambrosia, drink surrender
between toes in rows piano keys jump a
rump oh ! how blessed not to respond with
frightening haste the race and miles exposed
like star splinter acid into skin, no more lies no
more mask no more escape or rules crossing T’s
as I see your freedom futile fake on faded pleas
rake forsake, we drink ambrosia drink, then blink
do not ask it is His to give as He pleases, we
drink ambrosia, ample ramble drink the record
from loftier heights, drink ambrosia or S I N K
Soar higher and higher, you child of heavenly bliss!
Forsake one level for the loftier with a yodeled hiss,
Slice the crisp obliging air like a laser-driven drone
For your speckled wings have no mediocrity known.
Do not let your wee little weight hinder your rise
To the silvery heavens where your destiny lies;
Closer heights may tempt with their easy lure
But it’s the untrodden skies that entail your tour.
Lesser fowls will envy your ambitious voyages
But you should remember that Nature’s triages
Bestowed upon you many and gave them few,
And therefore more shall be demanded of you.
The day’s wearing labors reluctantly close
And the stars of the night slowly emerge,
It’s my plan to dine and then anon recline
But then starts this unending mental scourge.
This anonymous dame overseas has stolen my heart.
How I find myself punching her line after line I wonder,
Could she be merely exciting me for her fun and then claim
That the past joinings of God no man should put asunder?
I ignore the dissolute image of her adorable face
And elevate my sleepy thoughts to loftier ideals:
How I might one day write like Bernard Shaw
Or how being the commander-in-chief exactly feels.
But then I do not go far with my fanciful thoughts
Before my drowsy wandering mind is swept bare,
And the face of that unceasing dame obliterates
All the far-fetched castles I had built in the air.
My attempts to disregard her appearance are all in vain
And the more I dodge that face the more it stirs my pain,
Her eyes lock into mine and our arms involuntarily embrace
As I consider what to do about this ever-appearing face.
May your days be merry bright
And full of blessings. May all...
Your wishes come true this...
Yuletide season. May your cup of life
Overflow with optimism. May all your
Unfulfilled dreams come to fruition.
Reach for even loftier dreams as...
Days dwindle down to a brand new
Auspicious year. I hope all...
Your tomorrows continue to...
Shine brighter than your yesterdays
Be grateful for all you have
Enjoy all that life has to offer
May God bless you, always
Entertain high hopes, and may they...
Rise exponentially high and...
Reach the height of heaven. God willing...
You continue to prosper. I pray that the...
Bud of goodwill opens up fully for you
Reach out to God through prayer; walk
In his shadow, rain or shine. Continue to...
Glorify his name and seek refuge in him
Honor him this holiday season, and do...
Take care of yourselves. Amen.
Date written: 12/23/2019
Frozen In Time - Grave Etchings On Their Faces - Nearly Fossilized Engravings
When words are hard to find
When gravity gets in the way
Never call them wrinkles in mixed company
Lines form deep canyons over time in secret
History becomes the past as you grow older
Some words are hard to swallow
Some things are better left unsaid
Old men come from the past
Flow down the river with it into yesterday
Some things are better left unsaid
In ancient circles it is tradition
But circles under the eyes
Heads hung lower than the human race
Speak volumes
Say everything worth mentioning
Feet never touch the ground when telling stories
Loftier heights must be reached if only in futility
Worn out by time with sunken eyes cried out
Nearly fossilized, grave etchings on their faces
Dark and sinuous in their hidden messaging
Their feet never reach the ground as men remembered
At least not until tomorrow should they wake again
How can that be with all that weight of history
Heads hung lower than the human race
Time is never on your side when speaking of the past
With grave thoughts and gravity etched on their faces