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We often seek source..
Source of which..
We cannot see..
We search and we search..
We seek to find
What one cannot see
What one cannot hear..
Immersed and absorbed in our objective reality..
We allow ego to trick us..
Trick us into believing we are only..
The physical body..
Physical realitiy..
Of which..
Resides..
Outer beauty..
Only..
Our exterior signifies all that is..
Of importance..
A human eye sees ..
With the seeing eye, our intereptation from which we see..
Is all that we see..
Limitations upon limitations we cast upon ourselves..
We look outside to seek love and joy..
We belive what we think..
Upon our belief system..
We allow ego to rule..
As foolishness sometimes sets in..
We cast spells of vengeance..
We cast spells of resentment ..
For we have swallowed a bitter pill..
Tasted bitterness in every which way
We place judgments on others
Just as rapidly ..
As a beating heart..
You will cease to place judgements on others..
When one has accepted one's self..
Lack of acceptance..
Allows Judgements to manifest..
As we continue to seek an exterior Source of all that is..
Understand..
We need not see Source..
For we experience God every day..
In every minute of our own existence..
Within us..
Without us..
In everything..
Which is All that is..
When does a child become society’s child?
Some children are forced out of being children
Some are put back into children mode which is hard
The fact that this happens is because of parents not thinking
The parents either separated, divorce, or worst case died
When a child is faced with this it is hardship it can’t recognize
When a child either lost or got separated from parents, why?
That’s when society takes the child and moves them
But at that moment of time the child does not understand
Children are forced to rely on their own thoughts and Idea
Which is very young and not as factual, but they still know
The child has to grow up fast, its just nature its protection
The growth of emotion excels beyond a child that has parents
The point that I am making is that the child needs the adult
The symbolic of guardian, safe, reliable, kind, lovable, informational
The problem I am going to explain is that it is not always there
Children that grow fast, has fifty, fifty chance of growing normal
But adults are to blame after taking this chance of mentoring
Sometimes the adult belief is that they are too young to know
But it’s not that, the problem is growth of emotion and idea
Without limitation that they can see in front of them
Children out grow their physical body in mentality
Parents is the key to limiting the emotional growth of a child
There is no doubt that fostering and adoption has been great
But this does not solve all the pain and sorrow that the child has
It is bottled in there soul, I do not know how to heal that yet
But in theory loving them and showing them gentleness
Is what they need, but Society does not have room some times
Because of this children that has parents still have problem
It’s needs to be known that parents should even go to classes
To have a child is to have knowledge of the child expectations
Society gives lots to parents that need it, but they need education
If a person wants a child they should at least go to class
Once or twice a year to see what motivates them to have the child
It is not always money; it is friendship, love, care, and the need
Humanity is always looking to get closer to each other
This includes children who do not have parents, singled out
Society is made of people and people who do not have a child
Well, they should be able to foster one or adopt.
As I watch the smoke form itself upward, away from the fire, I clearly see myself
as a Native American, and this smoke as a signal.
This must be how we leave our bodies, I say to my spirit guide, Little Bear.
He laughs.
I cannot see him, but I often hear his laughter in the woods.
When we leave, do we go hard and fast? Do we get a chance to give a last wave or a backward glance?
The only answer is the popping of the fire.
I watch the smoke signals float high up, into the orange and brown leaves of a giant sycamore tree.
The signal disappears as if by magic, as if it was swallowed up by an invisible hawk.
It must be a relief to leave the confining physical body, I say.
I sit quietly, waiting, but my guides are in no mood to play.
I watch the fire a bit longer, thinking that it might be a relief especially to leave behind an aging or diseased physical body.
But what about those who are not aging and do not have a disease?
What about a healthy person who suddenly leaves their body?
Surely they have different feelings about leaving that kind of body.
Do they get to wave or even glance backwards?
The answers are all around me.
I sit quietly, staring into the fire, waiting.
Profoundly in retrospect signs of embracing a mindset and values in a piece self-awareness and spiritual connection over material possessions and external sources of happiness
my inner self needs no trappings
so no physical bliss
I am content in myself
before energy is only free
with it beyond
The vessel to spiritual energy
I am first
A sense of liberation as I'm transcending the need for physical comfort or external validation seems to be tapping into a deeper sense of purpose and fulfillment that come from God I recognition it's that the true essence extends beyond the physical body and that spiritual energy is unfettered by materialistical constraints it's a beautiful expression of spiritual awareness and inner freedom I am not my flesh
7/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Have pondered..
Moments of introspection..
Along..
Figments of imaginations..
Scenic views of beauty and grandeur..
Breathtaking landscapes ..
Luscious greenery and massive trees..
Up and away ..
High above the deep blue sky...
Time had simply vanished..
Everything is in the moment
Of the present..
Only the precise moment exits..
Calm winds and rays of sunshine..
High above the deep blue sky..
Feeling a natural high ..
Soaring so high..
A free bird with spectacular wings..
Feeling gigantic..
Standing tall..
Towering so high..
On a hot air balloon ride..
Fluorescent colored balloons surrounds..
Quiet and serene..
Paradise on earth
Fascination of this wondrous wonderland..
It began with a day dream..
A day dream of which
Had become surreal
Through..
An exit outside of body..
Had reached the highest heights..
High above the deep blue sky
On a hot air balloon ride
With fluorescent colored balloons..
A place where time no longer exits..
Timeless paradise on earth..
A temporary
Departure of physical body..
All experienced and captured with a light body..
Kama sutra
The Sanskrit ancient text on making love,
the seductive motions to reach bliss from all above.
Rhymes and verses revealing hundredfold suggestions,
the divinity of making love and no more questions.
This poetical sentiment of romance is the immortal ‘halo’, shinning bright,
natures law versus societies moral dilemma, how to get it right.
Fragile emotions and receptive speculations in consideration,
the intimacy of values creating trust and emotional liberation.
Those erotic description should never be followed blindly,
the tantra book of ecstasy need be taken kindly.
Mental foreplay as creative imagination,
playful possibilities in reservation.
Those perceptual faculties have its reasons for sure,
energizing the elements of fire to alter the physical body, much to endure.
Consider the energy of fire as troublesome and dangerous,
causing conflict and even injuries as cause.
The causal body holds the underlying will and motivation,
the inherited vital potential by heart contemplation.
A change of thought and intention creates a different attribute,
a free flow of intellectual attitude.
The vital energy of fire is the preserver of health,
establishing resistance to disease as wealth.
Those who can control the sexual fire energy,
have the ability to manipulate the kundalini.
The popular Yoga evolution show all possibilities,
colorful blending to natures peaceful gentleness.
The wise person by the power of will,
refines healing properties to a skill.
By giving the spark of fire,
the right intentions to admire.
That the gentle act of intimacy is a sacred sphere,
in which the mental fireworks should be given the credit they deserve.
Happy endings are the in-ul-timate, of the story,
and moral dilemmas have lost all its worry.
The Home Land for "The Soul" is really real!Youare going to"Die"and I am going to die! That is real!...........................................................After we die we want to go to "The Homeland " in "Heaven"and in eternity to be happy and have joy and be there and never die! The Holy Spirit of "The lord God Almighty can give us light! There will be a day when we will die,and our "Spirt will still be alive and no longer in "Flesh and blood"! The Spirit of The lord God Almighty created "Flesh and Blood"! That is real!"The Homeland for your "Soul" is a reality that you will face! The "Holy Spirit" is the way to "Heaven"! The "Holy Spirit" takes anyone to "Heaven or Hell" for real"!We need to realize that when "The Lord God Almighty Gets through with us we will come fourth as "Pure Gold"! The Lord God Almighty already said ; :All Silver and Gold is mine "Thus Saith "The Lord God Almighty"!I gave "The lord god almighty "SILVER AND GOLD" AND NOW I AM GOING TO TAKE ALL OF THE MONEY FROM DONALD JOHN TRUMP! I WONDER IF HE WIIL DIE? AFTER WE DIE WE GO TO THE "HOME LAND"! THIS IS REAL,AND THIS IS THE REAL DEAL! WE WILL GO TO "HEAVEN OR WE WILL GO TO HELL FOR CERTAIN! WE ARE WALKING UP "THE KINGS HIGHWAY! TRUMP IS WALKING UP "THE KINGS HIGHWAY! IT IS AN UPHILL JOURNEY! HERE IS THE TRUTH: GIVE A MAN A GIRL THAT HE CAN "LOVE",L"AS I' ,OH MY LOVE,LOVE THEE, AND THEN HIS HEART IS GREAT WITH THE PULSE OF FATE AND DESTINITY, HE IS AT HOME, ON LAND AND ON SEA! BY STEPHEN CRENSHAW HALL OF FAME POET FROM LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY !
Your physical body still excites me
Your whispers so loved in my ears
Your strong arms protect me
Your hand fits in mine
We have traveled so far through the years.
Why you chose me I still do not know
My faults are too many to list
You saw the truth of my inner self
There was nothing hidden you missed.
To know me so well
To love me so real
How do you justify that?
In sickness and health
You take care of me
In all of the good times and bad.
I love you so deep
From now until death
Our paths are linked to the end
I will spend the entire rest of my life
Choosing you over and over again.
COUGHING COFFEE BEANS NEXT TO BOOKS
DID you see that girl in the corner? Next to the books and coffee beans? Coughing i only smelled the aroma of brilliant coffee like old pages of a book of poetry sleeping. I felt warm and could never look away
so-bent warning (traveling this far) better to say i'm sentimental___(going through my head amour than this feeling flutter-flying butter pie. Dropping me to the wooden floor like a devil to it's knees.
Parapluie above my head (oh my) a heart of paupiette yea oh yea. All these doors checked ; locked kitchen quiet and dark / dishes washed: pets fed and plants watered.
Oh romanichel heart. For the world.
Swollen lips - un bisou! She (the one who loves me and does not have a physical body) gave: sa suce!
:: 11.11.2021 ::
I bury my thoughts in my head
because someone wish that
I would drop down and dead
I keep moving in the line
to conceal my identity from the divine
A strange figure keeps creeping up behind me
just to keep my company, it had no physical body
but always appears in the shape of a human
Its presence is strong, and it can penetrate you from a distance
It is something that no one can understand
But it set me in motion for the next destination
I bury my thoughts in my head for the people
Believe every word that I have said
The people standing in line behind me
have surrendered to my philosophy
I held the jigsaw puzzle upside down and
exchange a diamond for a crown
The crowd around me began to swell
And all of a sudden, the thoughts start
popping out of my head, everything began
to flow and my spirit began to grow
and the crowd went wild, the bodyless
presence was still standing behind me
Telling me to enjoy their company
I could not quiet the storm, but a gentle
wind blow and at last I could begin the show
What have I to do with the ship at sea
and what have I to do with the Villigers in the valley
A thousand years have passed
since the treasure was found
But that village is no longer around
But its myth lives on
and the deep blue sea keeps rolling on
I stood at the front of the line
To anchor the ship and take what is rightfully mine
I bury my thoughts in my head
For I was standing close to the edge
Everyone was calling out to me
And in the middle of the excitement
I regain my energy and the space around me enlarge
And courage elevates me to the top just in time.