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Premium Member Made In Image of God

man applauds
being the chosen one
who is made in God’s image

why not first pause to reflect 
who in truth we really are
to know who God is

God is omnipresent 
both wise and omnipotent 
whilst we decay in organic form

thus we are not this mind-body
but the spirit that enlivens it
let’s find out what it is 

all we see around us
is that that comes and goes 
thus we must be in a lucid dream

notice void of polarity interchange 
the moment before we exhale
or gap between thoughts 

in this cessation
where pure awareness is
perception is non-differentiated 

within this identity rested silence
simply present doing nothing
our soul speaks to us

extending the gap
vibrant silence nameless
we meld with the vital life force

divine magnetism navigates form
we become the energy itself
there then is no one here

ego shorn we are reborn
identity that never existed dies
awareness sees living light of Self

thus from singularity to feel contrast 
to grow in wisdom and in love
we descend in this realm

Self as light is the truth 
what is made in image of God
our single eye sees without mirrors

now to embody singularity in duality
that too in the waking state
is the spiritual quest

as for knowing God
we are breathed by His breath
that embryo of Self within may awake


Premium Member After the Rain

After the rain
Will it wash away the pain?
What will remain?
After the rain

After the storm
No shadow or form
Left to keep me warm
After the storm

After the rain
Will I still be sane?
What affects my brain?
After the rain

After the storm
Nothing left to warn
From my life I'm torn
After the storm

After the rain
What's left to refrain
Me from becoming insane?
After the rain

After the storm
All my world is shorn
Will I be reborn?
After the storm

After the rain
I strolled down the old lane
'Neath the full moon soon to wane
After the rain

After the storm
Will my ship land on distant shore?
Will I cry no more?
After the storm

After the rain
I can dance again
Cast off the old bane
After the rain
Form: Rhyme

For You

For you, I’d stand against the world,
But for you, I’d embrace my world.

For you, I’d be the most selfless person,
But for you, I’ll be as selfish as no one has ever seen.

For you, I’d endure thorns and flames with no hesitation,
But for you, I’ll protect and save myself to every extent.

For you, I’d write in every book with the last drop of my blood,
But for you, I’d leave and go away to the end.

For you, I’d let myself get destroyed,
But for you, I’ll rise, reborn, be fierce as a phoenix.

For you, I’d do every wrong,
But for you, I wouldn’t dare make one.

For you, I’d cross every limit,
But for you, I’ll be wherever I’m.

For you, I’d surrender all, as long as it’s truly “for you.”

Premium Member In the secret whispers of the night, I watch how the world shatters into a galaxy of stars

In the secret whispers of the night, I watch how the world shatters into a galaxy of stars,
Each spark is an untold story, a broken dream, a silent sigh of the cosmos.
Traveling through the darkness, we dance under suns reborn from hesitant light,
Each ray is a fresh beginning, a winged promise, a whisper of hope.
I let go of gravity's grasp, freeing myself from the earth's captivating hold,
In the embrace of eternity, I surrender to endless life, unafraid of the end.
Every breeze caresses my weary soul, whispering timeless stories in a gentle murmur,
I soar without wings, drifting through a universe of thoughts under a veil of stars.
I breathe each moment as if it were the last, feeling its profound intensity,
Every heartbeat is an eternal echo, a requiem of infinite love.
My eyes close, not for sleep, but for untamed dreams,
In the silent embrace of the universe, I dissolve into a sea of forgotten worlds.
Mystic melancholy envelops me, like a veil of clouds on a lazy summer day,
Every raindrop is a fleeting memory, a thought of a bygone childhood.
In the timeless scene, I find myself in the flow of consciousness,
Shadows of the past entwine with the light of the future, weaving wings of time.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member ENERGIZED EMBODY SOUL-My SpokenWord

"You giving me renewness, I was in hell of a mess. Now I am turned around to Glory. I'm in heaven and I'm blessed configurated constipated soul my heart,  was hard now I'm pure gold.  I am chasen I'm chosen I'm rebirth,  I'm Reborn consecrated Soul related Blessed Assurance. So inference I am silver I am Glory photo picture perfect elegant I am. Reverence I am a child of the king portion energy I so matter I am not of dust I am of energy matter pungent. Glory role I am the embodiment of my soul I live on forever forever more... Embodiment Energy Embody Soul "

1/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024


Premium Member Horizonal Clouds

The sun casts shades of pink upon cobalt blue horizonal clouds this early 
spring morn. The chores of day press down upon me but in the still calm of early
morn let my spirit be recharged, reborn, renewed soaking up the beauty of God's
creation.  

bees buzz
then silence...
nectar found  

The fog has settled in the valley upon the creek exaggerated by the apricot
rising sun.  Dark green banked against silvery gauze fog like ocean waves banked
against the sandy shore.  The sun now tops the trees its brightness reaching out
in extended rays of brightness duty calls come and I must go.
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Cherish the Belief In God In Jesus-

You may not like my words 
you say they don't rhyme
 you say I'm  wasting time
Some say I've crossed the line
But in this dew season in this new season
I am one of the multitude of reasons
You are not reading this rhyme
        My name is James and I'm on a mission administer.
And I made it a personal decision  to repent and be reborn referred rebirth .I'm right sometimes I seen But the mighty Almighty King. I am a minister of the Living God I am a minister of God I am a minister of a living God and all I need is just one soul. And all I need it's for you to read my verse Just one word to encourage, to envelop to give you hope .you'll cherish the belief in one Jesus one God Grace and mercy provide. Do this you shall be alive.
Forevermore eternity you'll glide. You're standing at Heaven rejoice with your beautiful voices rejoicing as you cherish and devote and you worship our one true Living God...
Selah



7/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021

Premium Member Majestic Mysteries

Magic evaporates with comprehension
yet mystery and majesty and myth
deepen and widen with understanding
how where we came from
is also why we return.

Pathology and suffering diffuse with ego's eco-consciousness
and miracles erupt through standing under
where Earth's now time comes forth
imagining our healthiest echoing habitat returns.

Magic transubstantiates patriarchal fake articulations.
Historic
yet mythic 
mysteries 
mesmerize
matriarchal comprehensions.

Regenerating sacred loves
decompose well-wombed happiest lives
rewoven.

New ecopolitical regenerations
reborn through transuterine eliminations.

Born into light
to bright
for sight
then night
invites Spring Lights
for Summer's nutritional diastatic Bright
of Harvest Healthy Sight,
retiring Winter's long cold Nights
of dream-wombed comprehension,
mourning for morning springs of breezy 
warm 
moist 
Light reborn again.

Magic absorbs patriarchal fascinations
yet sacred Earth's misty myths eliminate
lack of ego's eco-comprehensions,
absence of magically 
pricked 
pretensions.

Premium Member The Here and Now Principle

Born we are flesh, a self being with ego
On a place where what was done once ago
Shall reap its effect always and forever more
The way of investigation, wisdom will implore

Born on an earthly platform, gravity is what we’re held by
Everything changes, even God can’t stop the wheel in the sky
We can’t cling on, not even to a husband or wife
A principle in how one can live his or her life

Let us not sit by the riverbank, on an even flow let's be
Inexpressible, no self but every being is a philosophy
The middle way we must follow—nothing more nothing less
Continue or stay on a course of impermanent happiness

Here, now, enlightened with values, morals, reborn
With a principle of letting go—ego shorn
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member In the shadow of eternity, time meanders like a mysterious and eternal river

In the shadow of eternity, time meanders like a mysterious and eternal river,
Aging is not an accident, but a divine calling, a spell,
The journey of the soul in a world of hidden shadows and lights,
As the years pass, we transform, reborn into authentic essences.
The years flow like enchanted sand in the cosmic hourglass,
Completing the story of a life sculpted by the hands of destiny,
In the labyrinth of time, the soul dances on the edge of eternity,
Leaving behind an echo of hidden, unspoken desires and dreams.
In every wrinkle, a magical verse is hidden, a chapter of a silent epic,
Through the flow of consciousness, we delve into the abysses of the mystic past,
With every moment, we reveal the light of our immortal soul,
As we age, our true nature comes to light.
We are sculptures in the invisible hands of time, sublime art,
An eternal canvas, destined to fulfill sacred missions,
Each year adds divine hues to the tapestry of our existence,
In the magic of these transformations, we rediscover the sweet melancholy of life.
In the mysterious night, old age envelops us like a mysterious veil,
It is not just a burden, but a revelation of who we truly are,
Fragmented by the fading light, the hidden parts of our being shine,
In a mysterious and solemn confirmation of our profound essence.
Thus, the final years become a dance of our purified humanity,
A spectacle of memories, a song of frozen time,
With each step, we learn to embrace the shadows and lights of our self,
In the mystery of the night, old age becomes an odyssey of hidden completeness.
And when the final curtain falls on the stage of our life,
We leave behind an invaluable treasure, a testament to our authentic self,
Through the slow process of aging, our truth is revealed,
In the souls of those who will come, our eternal story endures.
A life lived in worlds of light and shadow, in the hustle of day and the silence of night,
We open our souls like a parchment of time itself,
Through the flow of collective consciousness, aging is the divine melody,
Which shapes our true being, a sublime, eternal masterpiece.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

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