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In the depths of pleasure, it is said that only in that moment of supreme ecstasy does the mind become completely empty,
thoughts evaporate like morning mist before the sun, and the soul floats in an abyss of silence,
a moment where you are suspended between worlds, a brief pause on the path of unfathomable eternity,
a second where you feel you have died and been reborn, a small taste of death without shadows and fears.
It is as if you step onto a blank canvas, without footprints, just you and the light that surrounds you,
in that moment, your mind is a vast, boundless field where only white light reigns,
and for a moment, you are free of all burdens, of the constant noise of the world, of past and future,
a refuge where time dissolves and nothing else matters, just that pure and silent light.
For in that self-forgetting, you feel the touch of the infinite, you feel yourself melting into the universe,
and perhaps it is this very forgetfulness that draws us, to taste again and again from that nectar,
because in that small death, we find a corner of peace, a place where there are no thoughts,
just you and the vastness of an inner sky, where the white light of your being pulses eternally.
And in that moment of perfect silence, you understand that life is a search for that divine pause,
that in our daily rush, we yearn for that release, for that spark of non-existence,
a moment of communion with all that was and will be, an ephemeral dance between life and death,
where all that remains is the white light, carrying all the answers we seek in silence.
People lie because they have to sometimes to get by.
People lie because they are told they have no choice, that they will suffer a loss that will hurt.
People lie to move ahead, to get more money and live a life of comfort and elegance.
People lie, like in the Garden of Eden, the woman ate the apple and served it to her husband, later she realized that she had been lured by a lie.
People lie for many reasons, some known and some unknown, some get away with the lies.
Let's pray for all to be brave and to choose truth over lies, to walk the path of light and love, and to choose life and love above all.
God tells us that in the end all is seen and brought to light, and that justice will prevail.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
The seas cover most of the world
within it, all is the divine way
in the Red Sea God separated it in two
for His own to walk through at day
The Lord knows the route to take
for in waters so great in His path
He who created it all at first
knows the way as sure as God hath
The great God and Lord of eternity
moves along through history so complete
no one can fathom His steps
for His will never to know defeat
The sovereign king is truly in charge
ruling over all from sea and sky
this great creator is a masterclass
bow at His feet to know Christ on high
('Your way was through the sea,
your path through the great waters;
yet your footprints were unseen.')
Psalm 77: 19 (ESV)
The deepest cuts and mortal wounds
come from the ones we love the most
for we've pulled open ribs like doors
and let in darkness dressed as light
to ravage our innermost self.
No surgeon could triage the mangled
mess that our soul has become
so we curl up in a dark corner
inside ourselves, resigned to die.
...But death eludes us.
So we lurch through life
like some Shyamalan ghost
who doesn't know that it's dead
stumbling through the darkness within.
Until that blessed day that we find...
Hopefully.
Cautiously.
Light.
A light that loves us.
Accepts our hurts.
Walks with us
back through the darkness.
Gently retracing
the lines of our scars.
Those scars that are the path to the soul.
9/23/18
Contest: Verses of Metaphors II
Weep no more for me my lady
For I have never left you all this time
It is true you can not see me
But I am always by your side
You gave me more than I can ever say
You saved me from my own demons
And the strength to face the coming days
You carry in your heart the spirit of the ancient ones
You search for the path to follow
But my sweet lady your path had already begun
The compassion and love you give to all who have been touched by you
Are the beauty that is the essence of a heart so true
So weep no more my sweet lady, and look into your heart
There together we are one and from there I will never part.
Form:
from "Awaking", by Stephen Spender:
"After night the waking knowledge --
The gravel path searching the Way;
The cobweb crystal on the hedge,
The empty station of the day."
I have begun the process of forgetting
(and of selective remembrance),
apathetic to once-important retention
of what I thought defined me as myself.
The flow of words is slowed and stumbling --
to be sought out, puzzled over.
Eventually, they reveal themselves.
This would have dismayed me once;
but now, not so much.
I sip coffee, read the news, pet the cat
and raise the blind to morning sun,
to mundane life, to rife green,
green grass and over-arching sky.
There is a spirit who calls out my name.
Only this mystery still remains.
The meaning of life he cannot see.
He only brings me pain and misery.
Into the night it follows me.
Through the shadows of eternity.
Until the end this fight goes on.
In this world he does not belong.
The Devil's Nightmare has no end.
In this life he has no friend.
As I seek out to find.
A way of life and peace of mind.
The Devil's source drives those away
The right path to choose or to go astray.
Like a man who has no name.
Only his enemies remain.
This enemy he tells no lie.
When it is your time to die.
While I live he is no friend of mine.
Forever until the end of time.
Form:
Thanks be to God, Autumn is on the way back,
Last warm sunshine falls upon the grassy path ways,
Leaves on branches racing to change their dresses,
Ablaze with new color in the brilliant golden rays.
In the blue open sky birds wandering,
Far away distance wind visiting golden leaves,
Oh my heart is like a tiny kite floating,
On the wing of Autumn wind I, also, greeting.
Picking up the withered leaves to feel the warmth,
For, God's love wrapped inside each leave,
God's love is filled in the air,
For the life, love of God I breathe.
Thanks be to God for the brilliant gift,
The colors of God's grace and healing,
Suddenly, I realize why the Autumn is so withered
Because this world still has so much sufferings.
Thanks be to God for the colorful Fall,
Autumn in exile full of immense nostalgic days,
God's love is greater than the universe
I am a lowly servant, my mercy Lord, how can I repay?
Thanks be to God for a vibrant color present to this world,
Like the love of God for humanity,
God died for mankind to live,
For this life, forever and ever, in God's love and mercy
Joe Nguyen
(Sept, 2016)
You will never understand
All colours are never fair brother
So learn to not to trust too much
Their are things that can never change
So when you walking your path
Understand that life is not shinny on the other side
There are troubles you must face not because you cursed it but
What ever is meant to be will be brother
So be the best version of yourself
And send negative energy so far away
You will never understand
I have been through a lot
Recently am getting better with my pains
I refuse to settle for less
So I have to move on to the next level
There are always challenges I don’t wish for
This are always the circumstances intruding my happiness
Yet I smiled all the way through
I refuse to be down and defeated
Is difficult to keep up
But i know I will make it in life
And when people question my energy
All I have to say in reply is
You will never understand
At dawn a bird outside begins to peep,
it is quietly at first- but grows loud;
twitter, twitter, chirp, chirp . . . oh, goodbye sleep,
and it is not one birdie but a crowd !
Oh, though I do love all these singing birds,
I like to listen to them and their tones;
these sweet little winged creatures need no words,
I adore their calls, trills . . . their groans and moans !
Delight to watch a water fountain bath,
gems in my garden ~~ flying here and there;
they like to eat seeds on my stone worn path,
sometimes just resting . . . on my garden chair !
Imagine this life without a bird song ?
It would be too quiet, silent and wrong !