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28/10/11(home)
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN)
Behold! unto me it will ever so cling,
Often wonder why it lingers on with me,
Untold, it is to make the church bell ring,
Akin to a dark shadow it owns the locked key.
Reflect I practiced every morn for sure,
Pondered much I for every need,
Pure Thought, me knew was the only cure,
For now all that is put forward is pure deed.
Content am I with my present self,
Away has travelled the devlish reign,
Calm is my mind content in itself,
Dark thoughts they say I must abstain.
Every morn ,now it awaits for me,
To a cool breeze and a warm smile,
And when I look out so green is the tree,
My life I feel has just begun to be worthwhile.
7/10/12
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I’ll be back for another glimpse of you
It’s crazy what you make me feel and do
As long as I know you are around,
I’ll be calm, safe and sound
I wish I can be your mirror,
To help you see what I do—
To block out all cruel fear
But the more I reflect off of your being,
The less and less of you I am seeing
You seem to leave me in the soil
I want to grow—but I fear I will spoil,
Before I ever get to see you in light
To watch you fly—to release the kite
They didn’t clap for you. . .
All was dead
But the sound of my fearful applauds plagues my head
I want to show you that I care
But I can’t find you anywhere
Lost in time but never forgotten,
Do you want this seed to turn rotten?
Do you want to see my downfall?
Do you not want to see me at all?
Maybe this is all a cursed illusion
I hate being stuck in the ground of confusion
Dig me out and tend to the rot—
Show me if you care or not
How long shall I wait around,
For something lost and never found?
I want to ease your wanting brain,
Before all emotions are left to drain
I guess if time will allow you back with me,
I’ll just have to lend you the mirror,
To find what YOU see
I shall reflect all I can for you
Because right now,
I don’t know what else I can do
in the evening light of an Ugandan town,
welcome breeze in a large thatched canopy,
in a gathering of strangers and friends,
a nepali chef’s exquisite indian cuisine,
aroma of food swarms the candle-lit lobby,
a lone singer in blue jeans strums his guitar,
“ wise men say, only fools rush in,
but I can’t help falling in love with you”!*
tinkle of wine glasses and bottles
beauteous ebony soft skin reflect the candle glow,
colourful scarfs drape elegant hair,
the warmth of the day is long gone,
but radiant are the primal senses,
a greying drummer taps his feet,
the gathering, swings slowly to the UB40 beat,
in African suburb, king Elvis is reborn,
“ shall I stay? would it be a sin?
but I can’t help falling in love with you!”
i feel a soft cheek leaning on my shoulder,
eyes looking in to my eyes,
her hand rubbing my forearm seeking love,
instinctively my hand reach around her long slim waist,
as we gently kiss, lips sensing the warmth of desire!
“take my hand, take my whole life too,
i can’t help falling in love with you”
two strangers in close embrace,
evening, late night, wine and incense,
no introductions, no names
just passion and desire.
In that Ugandan town,
two strangers sought love
under a canopy, voice of a lone singer,
Elvis’ popular song to UB40 beat!
“ like a river flows surely to the sea,
darling so it goes,
somethings are meant to be”
1st Placement
Written 28/07/2020
Sponsor Beth Evans
Same old song poetry contest
* “can’t help falling in love with you“ Elvis Song performed by UB40
Pigeons And Falcon
Thousands of pigeons flock to the Vatican
They are not there for Sunday Mass and prayer
But to perform aerial acrobatics
And to produce droppings from up there
Feathers follow them in the air on hot dry currents
Unpleasant summertime aromas fill St. Peter’s square
People speaking a multitude of languages stare in amazement
Follow the waves and movements of the birds in flight
And think of pigeons as nasty filthy creatures
(in their respective dialects of course)
They seek God in all His perfections and dwell on nature as they reflect
But that is not manna falling from the heavens on arms and hair
Bird droppings fall everywhere
Enter, the noble falcon on the scene
Hungry and hunting for something delicious to eat
Like an angel or saint swooping down on a golden band of light
Pigeons act purely on reflex as they take flight
Without lofty thoughts or motives
Their brains are oh so tiny and miniscule
Not wired like that
Falcon will educate them anyway
Enforce the rules of God and nature
2 Our Father’s, 3 Hail Mary’s and a good act of contrition
Are not required as penance for their sins
They are expelled from this paradise for dropping in
Pigeons simply don’t understand religion
There is a knowing without name
that rises with the wind
I have seen it in the eagle’s wings,
in the silence held within
the sky it does not question.
It rises through the open air,
on vast and patient wings,
held aloft by unseen currents
that only freedom brings.
It does not beg the sky for place
the sky already knows;
it parts the wind with quiet strength
where only courage goes.
It rests upon the highest limb,
unbowed, serene, aware,
its bearing neither loud nor forced,
but sovereign in the air.
Its head is held in ancient pride,
not born of boast or claim,
but of a lineage carried deep
a knowing without name.
Its eyes reflect the endless blue,
yet see beyond the seen;
they hold the memory of the earth,
of all that’s been between.
It is the eagle
keeper of the heights,
a silent witness to the land,
to days and restless nights.
It gathers all beneath its wings
not out of need, but grace;
a guardian not by conquest,
but by presence and by place.
It shows the pride of those who stand
with roots both strong and true,
who walk the ground with steady steps
yet hold a higher view.
The eagle does not speak of pride
it lives it, breath by breath;
in every rise, in every fall,
in life, in change, in death.
It sees what many turn from still,
what few will dare to face
the quiet truth of who we are
when stripped of time and place…
a knowing without name.
IN ORDER TO GO, YOU HAVE TO STOP
Listen, understand, and be aware:
In order to go, you have to stop
Procrastinating and wallowing
In abject apathy:-
You've got to stop saying to yourself,
“I can’t deal with this BS anymore”:
The shackling of you, not going:-
Yes, in order for you to go, you have to stop;
You have to stop putting off today, what is
Necessary for tomorrow to become
A wishful, blessed today:-
Listen, understand, and be aware:
Yellow-thoughts, prepare you
To get ready to stop and
Prepare to reflect on
The green light
Where God
Is sending you:-
Remember, heat comes
With the light of wisdom’s fire:-
Thus, it’s time to stop just sitting there,
And get going where God has fired you up to be!
While there may often be blinking yellow lights,
Signaling a time to slow down and assess the route’s
Ongoing to where you are being navigated to be,
Just slow down, assess yourself, and proceed onward:-
If knowledge is power,
Or so it is said,
Our strength could be measured
By what we have read.
Suppose that our readings
Were slanted and sick;
A warped sense of wisdom
Would make our minds tick.
Of course, we gain insights
By other means, too.
Observing and listening
Add spice to the brew.
We stir it all up,
Let it simmer a while;
Then we gingerly sip,
As we update the file.
But it’s never complete,
This philosophy stew;
For the more that we learn,
There’s much more to review.
And the hope is that evidence
That we collect
Gives us reason to question,
To pause and reflect.
For the power of knowledge
Is not absolute;
If it’s choked or corrupted,
That power is moot.
You, my love, reign as the queen of my heart,
As radiant and pure as the angels above,
Your tender embrace keeps me from falling apart,
And your love is a treasure I forever covet.
In the vast expanse of the desert's sand,
You are the only flower, rare and divine,
A sight that makes my heart expand,
With the grace and beauty that are uniquely thine.
Your eyes, like pools of crystalline water,
Reflect the deep hues of the azure sky,
And when you smile, the world grows brighter,
And my heart takes wing, soaring high.
With you by my side, I am complete,
For your love is the anchor that steadies my soul,
And in your embrace, I find sweet retreat,
A haven where my heart feels whole.
The Face Of The Father
Quote: We will always discover who the Fatherw1 is and what He is like whenever we gaze into His face.
A face-to-face relationship with the Father is the only way in which we can be set free from Satan’s lies and their influence in our life. A face-to-face relationship with the Father is the only way that genuine healing will ever occur within one's soul. 2 Corinthians 3:18 describes the power that is contained within a face-to-face relationship with our heavenly Father.
This verse starts off by saying: But we all with an unveiled face. An unveiled face means that we are not hiding from the Father. It means that we are continually abiding in His presence. It means that we are always pressing in to get a glimpse of who the Father is and what He is like. An unveiled face in our relationship with the Father means that we are so near in our relationship with Him that we can hear His voice whenever He speaks to us.
2 Corinthians 3:18 then goes on to say: beholding as in a mirror the glory of God. Beholding means that we are gazing into the object that we are looking at. A mirror is designed to reflect an image. There are many mirrors in our life that reflect the Father's face towards us. There is the person of Jesus. There is the written word of God. There is the teaching and preaching of the word of God. The Body of Christ is also one of these mirrors.
It is from these mirrors that the Father’s face and the light of His glory will shine into our hearts through our spiritual eye (Ephesians 1:17-18). Every time that the light of the Father's glory shines into our heart through our spiritual eye we will always discover something new about Him and how He relates to us in and through all of life's scenarios. In the measure that we press into the Father by drawing near to the mirrors that reflect who He is towards us, will ultimately determine the quantity and quality of inner healing and freedom that we will experience in our relationship with Him.
In the twilight of time,
In the serenity of my mind,
I am inspired to write,
I write about my journey through the day,
From what I have seen through its lens,
About all that I have learned and understood.
When my soul returns from its journey,
I reflect on my encounters with the strange,
I consider my experiences with the abyss of the unknown,
Words flow from my heart,
I write from the depths of the mysteries I have faced.
I look at my mother and feel inspired,
Her deep love for nature speaks volumes,
Her appreciation for the arts is a guiding light,
I wonder how she summons the elements,
I ponder how she connects with them in dark moments,
She rides on the wings of the morning light,
And this inspires me to write.
I write as inspiration strikes,
I write as my muse walks through my door,
As it arrives to converse,
There’s a deluge from its embrace,
I walk through a blooming meadow,
There’s light in my chamber.
January 31, 2025.