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Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
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Cherish the moments, rising on fabric of fuchsia skies,
Painting motifs of amber dawn, dipped in golden sunrise,
In brushstrokes mauve, tinted pink, on opaline skyline;
Where themes heavenly with dreams of morn entwine.
Ride path of sun’s trajectory, soak-in aureate sunshine,
Be amid nature’s mystery, sky-scapes of mystical design;
Rejoice the day, in its prime, revel life’s moments sublime,
Before they wither away, falling prey to reign of time.
Sail the blue waves, synchronize with rhythms of sea,
Undulating with inspiration of tides, vying shores of glee,
Ruminating of paradise, afloat on resplendence, carefree;
Blissful, hearing robins sing, watching butterflies spree.
Be hypnotized, on cusp of twilight, inhale the wild air,
Pulsating from hearts of trees as winds westerly blare;
Be the moment chiming, strumming tenor of breeze,
Snuggling rosy delight, caressing eve’s blush of tease.
Extolling arc of crimson horizon, lost in sun’s goodbye,
As day-decaying beautifies aura, in shades of magenta dye,
Capture the moments blazing fire, ceding to moonlight,
Dipping in the ocean, dispersing glimmer of ruby delight.
Sleeping, sinking REM deep,
I discerned a hidden cloud break, an ethereal window
nestled among towering, billowing nebulae.
There, spread a vibrancy, a resonance, a resplendence.
Everything shimmered, emitting and reflecting
a golden layered bliss of light.
Was this Christian Heaven, Muslim Jannah, Greek Elysium,
or Buddhist luminous mind, I could not say.
Somehow, my life force, my Yin and Yang, connected,
floating freely, I entered winding, harmonic corridors,
echoing mantras, melding with Gregorian chants.
Soon, I drifted into an immense sanctuary,
a glowing temple, both synagogue and cathedral,
both mosque and mandir, both vihara and guan.
Here, I sensed a great conversation,
a deep exchange of converging consciousness.
Here is where Jesus met Buddha,
Where Moses met Muhhamad,
Where Krishna met Lao Tsu,
Where Carl Jung met Sri Aurobindo.
Here I watched Ramdas with Thoreau,
Tagore with Whitman,
Mother Teresa and Kahlil Gibran,
Mahatma Gandhi and Dorothy Day.
This was holy clarity and sacred, tranquil love.
A sumptuous showering, a gleaming joy,
the Quaker’s inward light of the Biblical,
the Sufis’ luminous vision of the Quranic,
the Hindu Moksha from the ancient Vedas.
But I was just a paltry apprentice,
A novice soul of experience - with unfinished karma.
Yet, in a rhapsody, I awakened
to a wondrous unity of being!
Wondrously divine in its transcendence
God’s love* affirms kindness of providence
Radiating tender mercy’s resplendence
Defying any counter evidence….
My heart does claim with grateful confidence.
Marked by compassionate condescendence
Christ’s love is offered with heaven’s credence
Midst His sacrifice against impudence
Asserting biblical jurisprudence…
My faith accepts along praise-filled prudence.
Wrought with sovereign superintendence
The Lord’s love marches through grace-incidence
Redeeming those in sin-guilt despondence
Pardoning them from confessed decadence…
My soul receives midst earnest dependence.
Blest to grant everlasting residence
Saviour’s love gives hope of trust’s precedence
From hell’s eternal evil dissidence
Imputing righteousness with peace cadence…
My life owns against selfish diffidence.
*1John 4:9 In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
January 21, 2022
2nd place "This or That, Vol 9; Title Chosen: Transcendence" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/25/2022.
Concealed molluscs, meek individuals
Perceptive to truth, empathy prepared
Fluoresce lucid, optimism pivotal
Giving as elastic, mosaic paired
Transferred concern, coral breath resplendence
Secrets swapped free of harm, their hearts hallowed
Precious shells combine in fresh resemblance
Fitting finality, fearless, exposed
Chrysalis moths makeshift shelter is shed
Protective floss fractures, folds out clover
Flutter dust fluff to fantastical wed
Glee gushes as freedom speeds them over
Stream nods softly toward sea expansion
Together tonic in strong salt sanctum
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For First of March
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“In-form polarities merge in the heart
One that became two becomes one again
Breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start
God’s grace in-pours as we dance in the rain”
Though we were separate entities once,
With opposing tastes and inclinations
We are now the yin and yang, a wholesome pair
Where polarities meet and merge
As light and dark in perfect harmony blend.
Once our senses were like fluff
They floated and wandered without will
The sky was not enough for us
And we saw the horizon constricted.
Alas! Our ego bloated and our cravings
Egged us on to indulge in self- love.
We vied to become first,
To reach infinitesimal heights,
And our interests clashed, resenting each other’s thirst.
But now we feel the intense energy flow of love,
Gifted by God as a special boon to man.
We feel, we are eternally linked in a loop.
We are now connected by the strings of love
In a zone of perennial bliss,
Where time, space and existence get frozen
With mind, soul and self, synchronized.
Our life has the resplendence of a rainbow.
Now we know each other inside out
And trust fully without a shadow of doubt.
As darkness gives way to light,
Cleansed away from the debris of the night,
Our lives now shine as the rays of the sun dipped in gold.
Breath by breath, droplets of bliss pour in,
And we dance in the rain of God’s grace.
In the Whispering Night
by Michael R. Burch
for George King
In the whispering night, when the stars bend low
till the hills ignite to a shining flame,
when a shower of meteors streaks the sky,
and the lilies sigh in their beds, for shame,
we must steal our souls, as they once were stolen,
and gather our vigor, and all our intent.
We must heave our bodies to some violent ocean
and laugh as they shatter, and never repent.
We must dance in the darkness as stars dance before us,
soar, SOAR! through the night on a butterfly's breeze:
blown high, upward-yearning, twin spirits returning
to the world of resplendence from which we were seized.
Published in Songs of Innocence and Romantics Quarterly. This is a poem I wrote for my favorite college English teacher, George King.
When next my eyes are blessed to set on you,
May that be soon or further down the line,
Will tears refuse to paint with only blue,
And choose instead less colors viewed as mine;
I’ll see no beauty where it was before,
No lilac petals shall your garden grow,
And that it won’t, in dark, then to a store,
Where bottles sold are filled with fine merlot;
One sip is all these words will need to slur,
That tell left feet, a pair, attached my legs,
To stumble forth when hunger might occur,
But hear eternal hollow famished begs;
For years have passed since wine thin veins unwind,
Same your resplendence which turns vision blind.
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O woebegone thoust nemesis dawning
that spelt obfuscates thy spilt gloam spawning
boast nefarious numinous wicked.
Clueless, raise glory divine dote wicket.
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The universe resplendence of grandeur
the dominion dulcet befalling sheer
incandescent massiveness balters so
their beamish bodies tithers and hitherto.
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Some huge and some not until one's closeup
It's all about size, bigger better--naught
This world or that world, it's the worlds themselves
Heavenly bodies, that dreams make tales
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Universal, darker sides, lighter sides,
Stars; Solar, Terra, bump-in-the-night, size.
Whispers through her eyes
Often gazes the skimmers in twilight
More overly,
more mesmerized as her heart was in delight
She cupped the melodies, through the true sights
All what she whispered, all what the heart hides
the beautious bell, the nightingale dwells in ride
the classiness she carried through the presence
She softly bamboozled Wrath with inner elegance
the spring danced through her fragrance
and lives with her consistency and transparency
the mountains slipped after her magnificence
the oceans freezed after her resplendence
from where she came,
the heaven for sure, the rose of Eden's garden
the droplet blinks in sunlight, the swings of rainbow
the profound pearl, the morning whisper
how did I glorify her glory?
how did I propose her preposterous grip?
she rumored, the world rumored
She caved, the world caved
Her lips smudge, her cheek’s energies,
the entrance to moonlight muse, slightly fused
up to the seven stars, she never swirled a reduced
beyond bitterness of society, she grasp the loveliness
the melody of solence, the voice of innocence
forever and forever deep dancing delight
She is named as Ella, the goddess of light.
Imagine for one moment, one misty mystic moment,
how best to use those golden float seconds,
moments, hours, we as mortal creatures
abnormally fritter into some quaint spurious
void known as passage.
Time's colossal collateral bequeathed unbeknownst
to each and everyone of us earthlings
that slips through a porous filter into
endless futile vapour trails, absent-minded ventures,
and vapid finger gazing.
However, sweeping statements aren’t and
never will be that sermonising torch I
brandish in broad daylight.
Such a pointless pose, a consummate dismissal
leads to skewed off-course compass points.
An aimless drift on anybody’s part beyond
the versicolour dawn, nascent noonday nugget,
rich resplendence of a sapphire twilight
should not be met with brusque distain.
A subtle pointer deftly spun seems
more than ample whenever hidebound aspect lurks.
Day and night should be immersive in their
ambience, without interlude or vacuous intrusion.
A galaxy of Three D screen epics await tellurians
divorced from deep fulfilment.
They, as spellbound junket, are poised around
each bend for instant capture, to seize and duly savour.
Why not revel in each in the moment wonderland,
that dazzling enchantment, ushered by each stroke of the resonant clock?