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Martial arts come in many forms
They’d studied the animals until dawn
With style and grace they master their art
From dusk till dawn they train from the heart
Fluid and free they move like water
Practicing moves that could slaughter
A highly skilled philosophy
Moving with elegance, such as tai chi
The wind you don’t see, it’s just the effect
Using their chi, with the greatest respect
Ready for action at lightning speeds
They deliver a blow with complete accuracy
Their knowledge of every meridian point
They flexibly, challenge every joint
Toning their body’s to live their dream
Kung Fu masters these ones supreme
With speed and timing precise as can be
Their talents are raw, quick and deadly
Balanced, controlled and complete in mind
These the grand masters of ancient time
One full of wisdom, courage and hope
The fist of the dragon, one might boast
As these martial arts make one to reform
It’s an art in its self, a philosophy born
© Copyright 24 January 2014
K.C. Leake
All Rights Reserved
She offered him a single rose to stay the night inside,
But he a prince, and she a hag, the Prince her rose denied.
He thus began to close the door, retreating to his space,
But the old hag’s repulsiveness then melted from her face.
The Prince tried to apologize, for with his eyes he saw
A beauty unsurpassed that left him standing there in awe.
A true enchantress was the hag; she’d issued him a test,
But he had failed, for he would not admit her as a guest.
A curse she placed upon him then, that changed would be his form,
And as a beast he’d live until his heart he could reform.
If his own selfishness he beat and he to love could learn,
His freedom from his beastly state the Prince could one day earn.
His curse brought him despair, and harsh it was to say the least;
He lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?
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The Direct Path
Born into bondage,
save God, who’ll assuage
fears ego does spew,
which thought forms renew?
Mind-body’s a boon,
if we so attune
in-form consciousness,
with the That Oneness.
Beliefs we follow,
very few let go.
How’ll we rise upwards,
merely chanting words?
Religion a crutch,
distanced from love’s touch.
If we’re to reform,
let us first perform.
Make mindful our eye,
sensing each heart’s sigh,
in flow of time thus,
aboard God’s bliss bus.
Each thought, word and deed,
be free from lust’s weed,
for we all are one;
each soul is God’s son.
There is but one truth ~
get to it forsooth!
May God grant clear sight,
that we’re living light!
Map’s not the terrain.
By touch, feel the rain.
Be to become bliss
effervescence fizz.
So pray by all means
that heart in time gleans
flame of Christ within!
Go in now, go in!
09-June-2022
Notes:
https://www.yogapedia.com/definition/5806/christ-consciousness
https://youtu.be/E6nUnmSgmqI
President Joseph Biden signing Juneteenth Bill
*
I
want to
wish you a
Happy Birthday
In less than two years
you ended the war in Afghanistan.
Substantial military aid for Ukraine,
Stimulus Package American Rescue Act,
Funding the Police—The Investment to Protect
and Reform Act-budget plan increases cementing
his party’s turn away from the anti-police rhetoric and policies
lawmakers and activists embraced after the murder of George Floyd
two years ago. Biden’s first two years, among the most productive
of any president in the past half
century.
Thank
you!
We oft ask ourself, the purpose of life
For desire pursuit, makes us not bliss rife
Pause awhile to ask who in truth we are
Driven by instincts, we’ve drifted afar
Deadened to conscience, how will we reform
Blind lead the blind; in stupor we conform
We’re worldly wise but heart has contracted
From path of love and light, soul’s detracted
Who’s the stranger we see in the mirror
Cold heart allows not love to draw nearer
Why inner conflict, like Jekyll and Hyde
In our palm too, head and heart lines divide
Religion too offers us no relief
We’re asked not to question imposed belief
Why do we fear the unknown and occult
Time’s now to exit each and every cult
Reflect, are we not reborn, with each breath
There’s no liberation at point of death
Save fears and desires, what thoughts do we think
Trauma bonding thus, no wonder we sink
The path then seems clear, as to how to start
First things first, let us meld head with our heart
No sooner head and heart act hand in glove
Boundless grace in-pours; we’re suffused with love
Dropping thought, we become a child again
So easy it is, to break ego’s chain
Analysing not fulcrum of a sneeze
Delight in effervescence of release
Choosing stillness as our default fulcrum
We hark within heart, the soundless bliss drum
Oh weary hermit, embrace the vast void
Once heart’s love drenched, we’re never by fears toyed
Seeing life in motion, what’s there to clasp
In blissful wonder, just let out a gasp
How may we garner truth, if we resist
Know we are living light and a love mist
Questions cease as we become the answer
Transmuted as the divine bliss dancer
14-August-2022
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
No longer a skewed malicious mirage
Stronger imbued with pernicious camouflage
Wronger spewed such vicious sabotage
Doom Monger crude officious collage
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
Rabble rousing by ghoulishly espousing
Nige will oblige and foolishly perform
Leader and feeder of each reader
Preach on every seedier media platform
Separate the wheat from the chaff
Oi Oi hoi polloi hate ploy to annoy
Deform is now somehow the new norm
Just naff spaff for Reform riff raff
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
Public school fool cruel rule at large
Faustian now Trumpian drool tool in charge
Attacking…spits dismal dimwits ransacking
Society in bits because of these gits
The entirety cracking by fracking Farage
Abysmal Brits twits’ backing hacking
Downed & drowned in sewer spewer discharge
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
The agenda to go on a racist rant rampage
Malignant belligerent immigrant bender centre stage
Scary animals lairy trapped in a rage cage
Bashing gender and any woke offender
Views shunt the news take the front page
Bespoke cloak to stoke the healthy wealthy
Choke broke folk...stealthy..slashing
Tax to scratch that rich b***h itch
Poleaxe..abuse the yoke but will still bewitch
Vicarious defender of the nefarious splendour
Of this salacious mendacious joke bloke Pretender
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage!
All the pieces of Life’s puzzle
when emptied from their box
we will have to put together
for these are Life’s building blocks….
I like to make the pieces fit
but sometimes alter them a bit,
I break some off and some reform
to make them suit what I call norm.
Alas it isn't always so
and sometimes pieces will not go
just where we would all like them to,
so what is it we have to do?
When things don't fit the way we choose
it's then we stand to gain not lose,
for then we have to seek new skill
and sometimes take a bitter pill.
It's us that sometimes have to change,
and find a way to rearrange
the bits of us that are too tight
to let the picture turn out right….
So when we finally get our box
and life's picture is whole
some pieces of the puzzle
we will carry in our soul.
Ivor G Davies
“I don’t have to ponder my precious moments that always give me heart to carry on.
So firmly implanted in my heart, I will never let them go, never will they be gone.” The Poet
Memories of : As a child my Dad’s beautiful voice filled our home with song, and Mum so often beckoned me to get up and dance and we would waltz around the house.
It was time to paint the house and I was given the choice of colour for my room. I chose a deep dark rose pink.
When Dad finished it and it dried, is was quite a light pastel pink. Although I smiled, he saw the look in my eyes. He told me he was going to give it a much darker coat. He painted the whole room again in just the colour I hoped for. I was ten and Dad was sixty, and I will never forget the trouble he went to that day just to please me.
My dear Lord heard our prayers one night as our adult son lay on an operating table with 19 fractures in his skull with pressure and splinters pushing into his brain. God gave two surgeons miraculous hands, taking nearly five hours to free his brain and reform his skull with metal plates and screws as best they could to save him. Our son came through all this with no permanent brain damage and eventually recovered.
My wonderful Granddaughter gave me a card 14 years ago, that when it is opened, has The Platters singing ONLY YOU, and quite incredibly the battery in it hasn’t worn out yet. She told me that she chose that card because the words reminded her exactly of me. To read this certainly created another precious moment.
When I am feeling blue, I just think of my wonderful family, that I am so very lucky to have, and I open that card, which always brings tears of joy to me. I think of the young boy who I pray for every day. He saw me drop a fifty dollar note in the street and ran after me (a complete stranger) to give it back.
To cheer me up I go to his pages and read some of Rico’s Limericks.
It wont mean much to the readers of this, but to me, I have just filled this page with more love and wonderful memories than I need to make me feel like the most lucky and loved person in the world.
Maybe it won't be drugs that have the final say,
Or the gangs,
Terrorism will struggle to do it,
It may not even be the battle of the sexes,
Or the loss of the cop on the beat,
The generation gap,
Or Corporate greed,
I doubt if even being time poor,
Or homelessness will do it,
Gambling will not do it,
Or any of the usual vices,
Corrupt politicians may give it a go,
But it is none of these that will finish off our once proud communities,
As money in the right hands can lessen the effect of all of these.
Something more sinister is happening daily in every community across the land,
The fate of our communities is now in the hand of individuals,
Who fight for no cause,
Have no axe to wield,
No desperate need,
Do not target any specific group,
Owe no allegiance to anyone else.
They keep pushing up insurance costs,
Can bring down banking institutions,
Don't seem to have a conscience,
As they knowingly drive some to suicide.
Making them difficult to reform.
These oh so innocent looking fraudsters,
Who are sucking the life blood out of our communities,
These parasites who siphon off money,
That is desperately needed to save lives,
And rebuild shattered communities.
Scattering that money to the four corners of the world.
And if caught paying it back on the never-never plan,
All the while sitting at home in their trusted house,
And laughing at us.
How can we fight this threat?
I can only see one ray of hope,
If one can, just occasionally stay in touch with family,
Visit the sick and lonely,
And limit the need for them to accept aid and false hope,
From those who seek to exploit,
Preventing them from developing, a taste for easy money,
And the thrill of the game,
The stench of which will hang over,
Our communities for many lifetimes.