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By my enabled senses five, attention externalised, I beheld the magical world of myriad objects, reflecting their luminous auras. As I exhaled, the world disappeared and through my open fontanel correspondent to the crown chakra, I entwined with universal consciousness, melding with God’s blissful domain of boundless love and soft white light. My subtle body felt God in-dwelling all forms, breathing His life force by His sublime pranic breath, magnetically energising each being by Holy Spirit. Then sadly, as my body aged, to my dismay, the fontanel closed, thus severing the divine connection. I now feel incomplete.
dreams hold forth promise
cajoling us to let go~
for God is within
05-June-2022
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Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
When gigantic planets by slow procession in orbit meet,
special energies and its significant will find it’s deed.
Every 20 years or so Jupiter and Saturn conjunct,
and 400 years to be in the same constellation in fact.
The shinning entity by interpretation called, the Philosopher Stone,
recognized great souls and their deeds will be born to great prone.
Jupiter reflecting great souls with eternal liberating blessings,
the dharma planet with its ritual skills and grateful progressions.
Saturn and its disciplined deity reflects humanitarian concern,
speaking of spiritual discipline and contentment to learn,
Together known as well as the Christmas star of Bethlehem,
wise pilgrims followed that slow bright light as spiritual weatherman.
Patience is the conquering ability towards greatness,
speaking wisdom much easier than living by intimateness.
Famous and talented geniuses come with this planetary influence,
providing societal values by pure hearted sentence.
That conjunction happens at a point, named, ‘the latter victory’,
great souls at the sphere where it exclaims, I am the truth literally.
When my fatigued pen,
succumbed to a sleepy state of silence
in the market place of silent poets,
I searched for a tea room to stimulate my mind
my quest led me to you.
I do not recall the colours
of the cup, nor the saucer.
Only the shimmer of light,
reflecting your delicate,
slightly tanned hands.
I wondered, was it the chai
or those hazel bronze eyes -
something left me mesmerised.
One sip,
a sudden sense of serenity
overcame me -
like the sun had risen through my heart,
warm rays beamed through my eyes.
To not lose the moment,
I sipped slowly, savouring subtle sensations.
Silky smooth liquid caressed my tantalised tongue,
as taste buds yearned for just one sip from your lips.
Suddenly, a profusion of poetic thoughts
began to burst through my mind.
This was no simple musing.
Rekindled pen began to flow like rivers of chai.
Say you will
protect me from
the tidal waves of destruction
Say you will
adore me,
even if I open up the door of corruption
I’m drifting away
into another black hole
in my mind
I’m fading away;
into the eerie night,
I sway…
now,
I’m growing blind…
Left behind,
only to find
your shadows,
reflecting my own
Well, I have faith
that God will be with me
in the long run,
for he’s my backbone
I am on my own,
but not alone…
I answered His call
when I heard my phone…
Blasting off in the middle of nightfall…
He encouraged me to stand tall…
Taking flight at last
Tragedy drags me down – alas!
Little yellow flowers
on dark green stems – hesitant
blessings, flowing down from Him
the Maker of all creation
the Maker of light and grace
the Maker, my precious Savior
the Reason I believe in His gift,
a cross, a love that forgives – every sin,
all the worst I’ve been…
dandelion wishes, just weeds
yet they’re precious blessings
to all who truly believe – in His garden
there are flowers, whisperings
melting the shadows and remembering
despite the worst that has been
He is the Savior of all who have sinned
and, with Him, in His garden, I’m grateful
for the hope, the faith, the love
that is poured out from God above,
signing this day in a promise of light
who restores all the wrong
makes the heart right….
Little yellow flowers, dandelions
blown across the meadows,
falling messily, so the world can see
there is no reason to grieve –
even the dandelions can see,
He is the wonder in every tree
He is the music in every song
He is the light that lasts all life long
breath in His love and fly like a dove
quiet as a prayer, and just as rare –
in His garden, where love lingers,
always clinging, like dew, to the heavenly hue –
not just a weed, but a part of the truth
Love is everlasting, in the light – reflecting
the One who heals each soul,
the One who makes hearts whole…
never forget the glory that assures us
even the weeds are nurtured by God’s grace.
Even the weeds see the wonder of His way
a way past the doubt, a way through the clouds
a way for life to be – everything He meant it to be,
a life with a purpose, a life of unending peace.
Praise God for all He is to me
Praise God for who He is – the greatest hope
the stirring of light, the wonder in wonderful,
the reason I survive –
all the shadows, all the doubts
all the moments when I’m unsure what life is about
the times when weeds take over my heart
and I feel like I’m being blown to and fro,
without a prayer, but He is still there
offering me the assurance that He my reason
offering me the joy that comes from knowing
He is my life and He is my future
He is my God and that is the purest beauty.
He brings light to the earth.
He shines His light across the soul.
With a gentle light, in colors we love,
Reflecting mercy, inspiration, faith…
Silent dreams, quiet hopes
Prayers and praise,
Sustaining grace.
Wherever He goes, there is a gentle flow,
The softest shadow always seems to know,
He brings with Him - authenticity who believes,
Wherever He is,… I want to be there too,
Always with the One who taught my heart to love.
Always with the love who taught my soul to hope.
Always with the hope who taught my faith to rejoice.
Always, I’ll rejoice… because I truly know HIM!
He brings light to this world.
He reflects the light of God’s grace.
With a sincerity that rings with peace,
He drives out all the darkest degradation….
Gentle hearts, soft moments,
Glistening in the spirit,
Glorifying the King of Kings.
Wherever He goes, my heart surely knows…
I’ll walk with Him, aspiring to be like Him,
The One who guides my soul,
The One my heart so hopes…
Will forever sing love through my spirit,
Cleansing me of all the filth, the fear and greed,
All the darkness that tries to destroy me…
Because He lives – Because He gives me His peace,
I echo the light that He shines through my soul,
The light that clings to my heart,
The light that is love expressing His grace,
The light that believes He will surely erase…
All the darkness and the fear, the sin that brought me near
To the death that assured me – HE IS REAL
And faith in Him is all I will need to silence the grief,
The grace He gives is all that I can believe will bring relief…
Because of Him
I know that my sin,
Is left in the past,
Where I’ll never be again,
Because today I know,
A love that will last!
Forever and always, I’ll praise Him
He’s amazing and I’ll never stop believing
He is the love that heals me, the love that fills me,
The love that gives me the grace that saved me!
Because of Him
Who is risen,
My heart has been given…
The joy of truly living!
On the 1st Day of Christmas I trekked in the Sikkim high mountains
along the tortuous but exhilarating track
of the heavenly Himalaya.
On the 2nd Day of Christmas I reached an idyllic hospitable hamlet,
cradled picturesquely in the deeply cut green emerald valley
of the heavenly Himalaya.
On the 3rd Day of Christmas I ambled through the pine and spruce thicket,
that reminded me of the Christmas time I spent at home.
They gracefully stood tall and erect on the sloping ground
of the heavenly Himalaya.
On the 4th Day of Christmas I got up early in the morning,
saw the scarlet sun splash gold on the Kanchenjungha peak
of the heavenly Himalaya.
On the 5th Day of Christmas I saw the turquoise night descend
on the snow-clad peaks with silver sequins to shine,
and my joy reached the great heights
of the heavenly Himalaya.
On the 6th Day of Christmas I reached a creviced indigo glacier.
The cascade of ice crept imperceptively in the U-shaped valley
of the heavenly Himalaya.
On the 7th Day of Christmas I stood on the shore of a transparent blue lake,
reflecting the shade of the spotless azure sky
of the heavenly Himalaya.
On the 8th Day of Christmas I walked up the hill up to
the towering Shivling, the static symbol of God.
Saw enthralled its magnificent divine image on the calm lake
of the heavenly Himalaya.
On the 9th Day of Christmas I saw a flock of yak slowly climb the steep slope.
They dislodged the loose boulders that made
rolling rocky music that echoed in the valley
of the heavenly Himalaya,
On the 10th Day of Christmas I saw a red-breasted rapturous robin
fly out of the ticket, the wings fluttered
in the flow of the fresh mountain breeze
of the heavenly Himalaya,
On the 11th day of Christmas I crossed a slim stream surging on sculpted rock.
The splashing water made leaping pearls in the dulcet domain
of the heavenly Himalaya.
On the 12th Day of Christmas I sat still by the lonesome lake,
got immersed deep in the sublime state of meditation,
felt the divine touch in the silence
of the heavenly Himalaya.
Calm and serene during the day,
I hear no sound from within its walls,
Silence pervades its space,
But the night bears not the same,
I see light reflecting from its windows,
I see a walking shadow,
But still hear no sound from within its walls,
My curiosity draws me closer to watch and see,
One night I heard the voice of a man singing,
It’s the song I hear in my dream,
The song that stirs the pool of my inspiration,
I walk closer to see the mystery man,
As I stand at the door,
The song stops,
The door opens,
I see only a rocking chair,
The one that looks like my grandfather’s.
Flowers of many kinds
Many colors
Many scents
Fill an untouched field
Bees and birds fly between their petals
Living a blissful life
Dew settles on each petal
Shimmering like nature’s diamonds
Reflecting dawn’s light into tiny rainbows
It is the beauty that only nature can create
Man doesn’t see the beauty
If he does he just doesn’t care
He comes in
Plows everything down
Covering over every plant
Blackness is the new color
The bees and birds leave for new homes
The sweet smell of the flowers
Replaced with the bitter scent of petrol
Cars replace the beauty
And the flowers are gone forever
The embodiment of the unique existence,
life is the construct of transient elements,
that align in the plethora of perishable patterns
within the mundane entity of the fragile body.
Beneath the surface of frail discernment,
the mortal being transitorily builds fleeting images
on the indestructible screen of awareness,
that persists unchanged to portray new perception.
When my errant mind wanders in the realm of free will,
unbound from the roots of the designed soul,
the dislodging thrust of the vicious sensitivity
unleashes the base instincts of destruction.
Deflected from the course of the divine compass,
I am struck by the surge of the spiteful storm,
that breaks me into the debris of destiny,
dispersed on the layer of consciousness.
I then understand the true purpose of existence,
as on the lighted pathway of devout life I take
the inward journey to the sacred spiritual sanctum,
trying to reach the ultimate destination of nirvana.
Across the multi-layered receptive mind,
I perceive the soul at the inner meditative depth,
where the lighted screen of awareness is the eternal truth,
enduringly reflecting the splendor of the divine glow.
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May 18, 2023
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