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The formidable mountain of the undulating life,
needs to be climbed as the solemn summit calmly calls,
follow the undefined trail through the storm of strife.
Cross with devotion the designed gateways God installs,
and in His prescribed ordain repose your steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in the dark night of sordid squalls.
The turbulent ocean of the oscillating life in gruelling gust,
needs to be sailed serene, and the last anchorage found,
get guided by His omnipresent beacon with dedication just.
The dark alleys of suffering suffused with silence profound,
need to be lighted, and broken hearts recovered from abyss,
in the radiance of divine essence God’s grace will abound.
Floating on prayer hymn the journey isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.
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February 6, 2021
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone
Contest : Heart Universes-Updated
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Somewhere close, somewhere nearby with fingers in ears.
There’s a silent cry of a child, if we choose to hear.
Optioned to look away from a sign pleading.
“Hungry child at home.” We take as misleading.
But if it’s true? What do we do?
Shove coins deeper into pocket, hoping it accrues?
A stop along the way. A meal from an app.
First course before the banquet home.
Crumbs falling on a lap.
Still the sound. Omnipresent and loud.
Resonating from an empty belly we wrap in a shroud.
There are no monsters in this closet.
No demons under the bed.
The grumble that haunts the child is a belly underfed.
Lies in bed and dreams unlike most.
Not of trinkets or baubles, but for a piece of toast.
Yet no baskets of fish and bread from man.
Forgotten are the second part of His command.
“Love my Father and those around just the same”
“Let children come to me.” The kingdom is theirs to claim.
Still the sound. Omnipresent and true.
Not seen or heard unless in field of view.
Feed the children. Feed and watch them bloom.
If not for the children of God then for whom?
He answers all. A man just has to ask.
Strength is given to all who take on the task.
Then, a single reach for a pocket. Compassion is the key.
Prayer to go along with faith the size, of a mustard seed.
A man now looks in the mirror. Practice what he preach.
Selfishness, blindness and apathy must be impeached
Still the sound. Omnipresent but now, can be heard.
The man knows what he must do. Lines no longer blurred.
Walk the path. Do what He would do and has done
Bring all children to the table….bring them all, to the Son
Life is just simply complicated
And when I realized it, I literally hated
The terrible illusions that my mind created
Broke me and my confidence deteriorated
Can't I just live without knowing the truth
The truth is always bitter
Like a terrified owl's hoot
I was happy living with the lie
Knowing the truth made me cry
In that false world, I was flying high
Not knowing that it was a false sky
I have no more guts to try
Or live like before once again
I can't just bear any more pain
The clouds are shedding their tears
And I am vanishing in my fears
I am lost somewhere
The empty streets, I gloomily stare
Now no one knows I am still there
Watching them from a distance
I stay away from them with a lot of resistance
I am now omnipresent.
Form:
Author Dana Redricks
April 11, 2020
He's historically an amazing God.
The Great I AM. He's truly monumental.
There's nothing, or no one can stop Him.
His Son Jesus Christ laid His life, and
became the sacrificial Lamb for our
deliverance. The King of Kings, our
Mighty God. He's fondamental, and
everything he does is very necessary.
What He does is meant for our good.
Rather we live in a mansion, or live in
the hood God's love knows no boundaries.
He loves each one of us as individuals.
From sunup to sun down He's thinking
of us. There's no love greater than our
mighty God. He's the Great I AM. He's so
indescribable. He's omnipotent,
omnipresent, His love, and mercy
endureth forever.
Mythical gods lived on Mount Olympus,
but the one true God lives on Mount Zion.
They were erratic and capricious.
The true God is constant and unchanging.
Zeus was the chief among the other gods,
But the true God is the only God.
The gods were said to be immortal,
Yet only the true God is immortal.
Poseidon, Dionysus, Hephaestus,
Aphrodite, Apollo, Artemis
were all gods that had a beginning
But the true God has no beginning.
Among the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Perfect unity and harmony reigns,
But the mythical gods of Olympus,
were always fighting among themselves.
Mythical gods were figments of man’s mind,
The true God created man with a mind.
He is the God who created all things.
God Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Omniscient.
If within your soul, you feel a vacuum
which none of your possessions have filled
Seek out the true God who created you
and made the space that only he can fill.
“twice born, we live on”
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we are lost, as long as ...
we wish to keep the cake
and eat it too
left foot in one boat
right in the other
sitting on the fence ...
we are lost, as long as ...
we thus vacillate
our attention oscillates
between the ego
grasping and seizing
and our spirit
prayerfully connecting ...
we are lost, as long as ...
we are deaf
to voice of conscience
preferring to rely
on fragmented thought
impelled by ego
amidst fleeting illusions
in the external
with regrets of past
fear of future
rooted in attachments
causation of stagnation
in feral desires ...
we are free when ...
we recognise the truth
that we are not mind body
but spirit unbound
here for a sojourn
for a breath of fresh air
to experience earth life
as a separate entity
although interconnected
with all of existence
vibrationally by love
being Gods energy
omnipresent ...
we are free when ...
we accept the limitations
of mind body
knowing we have so chosen
to experience duality
that love yearning for love
to feel complete
magnetically aligns
head and heart
igniting the Sushumna
with bliss electricity
a climax of ecstasy
in renewal continual
in permanence
within ...
we are free when ...
as the object here manifest
by us the subject pure spirit
one with God consciousness
when we as object quieten
resting ego borne thought
entering void of silence
initially in meditation
which by prioritisation
becomes our orientation
thereby hollowing out form
getting to emptiness
a spacial voidness
of no-thingness
wherein suffused with love
in its beauteous hues
self and Self align
as mind body vaporises ...
“who are you looking for, oh hermit
there is no one here!”
15-December-2020
*Image of Cave, Stars, Sky, Tunnel by Pixabay.
Of Infinity
Source and aim is ... vast consequence,
Wherefore controls ... take prominence,
Greek's Alpha meant ... primal ascends,
Omega states ... constants transcends,
Cause steadfast edge ... oppositeness,
Expansiveness ... span conscienceless,
Space an abstract ... not concreteness,
Wander spirits ... lodged comprehends,
Source and aim is,
Between the two ... points wantonness,
License demands ... subconsciousness,
Omnipresent ... joined broad bookends,
Christ's the answer ... prize providence,
Infinity ... stretched mixed strengthens,
Source and aim is,
2021 November 07
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 8
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2021 December 05
*HMS & RZ
Let’s explore things and no-thing
Where no-thing is not an object
How then may it be recognised
Unless the manifest we reject
Let us look at boundaryless space
It is both immanent yet transcendent
Having no attribute yet holds all that is
Entire existence upon space is dependent
From subatomic particles to vast galaxies
All pervading space is an invisible womb
It’s the first thing we see but yet ignore
What it is we cannot even assume
God’s omnipresent, so is He space
To discern the truth just drop lower mind
For thought too is an object in consciousness
Save in deep meditation the truth we cannot find
Renowned theosophists time and again have affirmed
That enigmatic space both immediate and intimate
Is the unchanging screen of God’s awareness
Within which myriad life forms gyrate
When single pointed be pristine attention
Without any object including thoughts at play
Metaphorically speaking, we disappear in the void
Then not attaining but becoming a luminous sun ray
Melding with space we become That that has no name
The Self without attribute, no-thing that has no labels
Renewing itself within itself in time stretched peace
We recognise deepest truths spoken of in fables
22-March-2023
The destined call in the inevitable word ‘come’
implanted in the inner ear precisely at a time
when the eyes open to the lighthouse light,
journey begins with waves behind the sight.
The noise mounts on a pitch very high
as the sun travels slowly the gloomy sky,
the call is made but made to lie buried
under the sound of silence of the mind.
The call now mute but much real and true
goes out clear to all living under the blue,
waits at the back of the ear not yet heard
sinks sorely deep in the mind so blurred.
The omnipresent uninvited sound articulates
the word ‘come’ that implies the waiting fate
when the ordained hour of destiny fearsome
the clock is coded to stop would finally come.
The call in the inevitable word ‘come’
the voice rising from its inner home
starts ringing clear and loud in the ear
when the time to listen comes near.
When in tempest all sounds die at the sunset
the caller from the timeless void doesn’t wait
turns into the lighthouse beaconing bright,
the tired eyes close to the distant last light.
Another uncertain journey begins forlorn
to the world undefined and yet unknown,
the soul yearns to merge with the ultimate
to go into the enlightened eternal state.
July 20, 2017.
At times when the night glows so dark
And dawning too rises clouding the arc
Be the street lamp ceaselessly bright
Be the candle with halo of angelic light
When travails of life flood teary eyes
And forlorn hearts pulse in sullen cries
Be the echo of solace from hills divine
Be the hymn of grace tolling in shrine
Where guns of war embroil, stilling time
And lives struggle on impassable climb
Be not the one among callously supine
Be not voice of unsung to meekly resign
Hear homeless-bawl on troubled streets
Feel the discordant wail of hunger beats
Be the day that glistens hope of sunshine
Burn brightly the flame of love genuine
Be a mighty pillar to plight of the weak
Be a luminant purveyor on blight bleak
Be the omnipresent twinkle of stellar sign
Be the eternal glory of ubiquitous shine
April 14, 2021
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