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Things can be intimidating
within life as we grow
Treading through time
nullifying life’s hardships
prospering life’s greatness
alluring as my mindset
seeks meaningful reset
Everything is simple
yet so complex
We need to stop at times
just to take a breath
Sometimes things are sad
traumatic and painful
making you think it’s over
praying for one day more
Then life takes the ones we love
Leaving us speechless
disheartening within
hurting inept
Once in awhile life gracefully bestows wonder
Inquiring if questions are reflections on display to be blundered
Seemingly inquisitive thoughts inside with no end or regret
Things return back to the start
letting us know that we’re smaller than we think
Not having to take a look at ourselves without artificial instinct
Can’t wait for tomorrow morning day and night
Seeing your steaming allure
like a mysterious illustration
an illustrious delight
All being able to see your new vision of treasure or treason
Restitutions has always been served in discussions of pleasing
Rights and wrongs in violence against those who try to deceive you
People are puppets displayed upon life’s stage
Miniature ideals swirling amongst giants
Tranquility in awe swaying forever throughout trials and tribulations
Destruction of chaotic behavior
without temptations
Living amongst devious peers
carelessly unaware of violent relations
Lingering souls into the valley of good
wanting, needing, longing throughout
Timing is everything
undoubtedly profound
I’m staying with y’all for eternal devour
unsure of what is to come
returning from lost sanctions
while leaving you complacent
lingering around the worlds own stage set
Thanks for your time
I appreciate the kindness of your heart
depiction for your regards
and departing life's clout
Longing for the next opportunity again
shedding all happiness
leaving my own prints
Somehow Someway Someday morning or late
I’ll be here for you
inside my mindless debates
The dawning day is like an open door
for voyagers adrift in living stream
to waken from the dream asleep no more.
When out of slumber’s seas we’re cast ashore
and consciousness resumes its heady beam,
the dawning day is like an open door.
With dialectic feet upon the floor
the thinker frames a philosophic scheme
in lieu of wakening asleep no more.
Stargazers, poets, let their fancies soar
into the realms beyond what things may seem,
for dawning day is like an open door.
Though myriads divinities implore,
within our being lies the path supreme
to reach awakenment asleep no more.
Deep wisdom handed down from ages yore
can teach us of enlightenment’s true gleam.
The dawning day is like an open door
to waken from the dream asleep no more.
~ Harley White
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Inspiration was derived from the following writing by Nichiren Daishonin…
“The ordinary people, who inhabit the nine realms of dharmas, are wholeheartedly immersed in the sleep of the unenlightenment of not wanting to know. They are drowned in the dream of living and dying, as well as having forgotten what the wakefulness of the enlightenment of the original state is all about. They cling at all costs to what is going on in the dream. And they stray from one darkness to the next.”
~ Nichiren Daishonin (1279)
From ~ “A Collation of the Layers of the Various Teachings of all the Buddhas of the Past, Present and Future as to Which Specific Doctrines are to be Discarded or Established” (So Kan Mon Sho) ~ translated by Martin Bradley
[See site at dharmagateway.org]
This writing has also been translated as ~ “The Teachings Affirmed by All Buddhas Throughout Time” (Sokanmon Sho)
“Common mortals of the nine worlds are asleep in the mind’s innate delusion. Lost in a dream of the sufferings of birth and death, they forget the reality of original enlightenment. Attached to the rights and wrongs within their dream, they move from darkness into greater darkness.”
~ Nichiren Daishonin (1279)
There are rights and wrongs, or so it seems,
in the most outlandish fancy flights.
When we’re asleep even in our dreams
there’s an awareness of wrongs and rights.
Yet are they the same for all of us?
Perhaps in our deepest inward core
far off from frivolity and fuss
there’s a source profound that knows there’s more…
To thyself be true, ‘tis said, but what
is self– a semblance that dwells within
behind a door that is often shut
amidst the incessant daily din?
We gaze at the stars but lack insight
into inner realms that shape our fate
through mindless passions that we ignite,
then realize too little too late.
What wisdom can save us from ourselves?
Could guidelines showing which path to take
lie in ancient books on dusty shelves?
Our future destiny is at stake.
Drowning in darkness, blind to the way
of where our true devotion belongs,
we drift unseeing through night and day
clinging to relative rights and wrongs.
Lost in the dream of our mortal plight,
we’re fast asleep in delusion’s spell,
innate, along with enlightened light.
Will humans awaken? – time will tell…
~ Harley White
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The inspiration for the poem is from the writings of Nichiren Daishonin, in particular, the writing called, “A Collation of the Layers of the Various Teachings of all the Buddhas of the Past, Present and Future as to Which Specific Doctrines are to be Discarded or Established”…
http://www.dharmagateway.org/chapter4.htm
http://www.dharmagateway.org/
http://www.dharmagateway.org/why_we_recite.htm
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo means to devote our lives to and found them on (Nam[u]) the Utterness of the Dharma (Myoho) [entirety of existence, enlightenment and unenlightenment] permeated by the underlying white lotus flower-like mechanism of the interdependence of cause, concomitancy and effect (Renge) in its whereabouts of the ten [psychological] realms of dharmas (Kyo).
The book describes a battle that included African American soldiers in the Union army who, in spite of the controversy, were very instrumental in the success of building a tunnel and igniting a massive explosion that proved strategic in a major victory against the Confederate army.
Our lives are often presented with adversities and challenges that will shake the foundations on which we were built. However, if we remain focused, enriching winds of courage will blow our way in many forms. I experienced such enrichment when I read the novel, The Battle of The Crater, by Newt Gingrich and William R. Forstchen. I was able to draw from this novel three important lessons that strengthened and reinforced my entire belief system about the civil war in America.
Lesson #1. Facts and truths can be delayed, denied and revised, contrived, or even covered up and ignored. However, truth can blaze its own trail through a stormy wilderness of lies, more lies, and distortions. Truth, in essence, is Divine and even if tosed to the bottom of the sea, it will not die but resurface.
Lesson#2. The powers that be may often abuse their authority, allowing personal vendettas to ruin their command. But such powers cannot stand on their own crumbling feet and therefore will implode. Without regard for recognition, nor for what others do, I am to always put my best foot forward when the opportunity arises.
Lesson#3. In the final analysis, it is God and not men who get to decide what to put in and what to leave out. God, not men, has the final word on 'rights and wrongs', and He determines who is on the right side of history. After all, God Himself defines and records not just the facts but determines the true meaning of history. After all, History is really HIS STORY.
02102018FBMTPS Contest, Life Lesson From A Favorite Novel, Line Gauthier; 3P; Novel, The Battle of The Crater, by Newt Gingrich and William R.Forstchen
In the beginning as it was on Earth,
there's a gentle mood played
in Iron Maiden's music...
before the shock of reality hits
us in the face and it's time to admit:
Everyone has demons to face,
dark places in both mind and soul
that we would love to erase.
Bury them with the kings of old
whose stories and legends have been told.
Haunting tales of past empires
and the fires they walked through
in life and death as their kingdoms
were raised in glory and then fell
from a time of being a euphoric paradise
before being tragically torn asunder
and thrown into the flaming bowels of hell.
Presented as a Book, though not Biblical
in nature, a history lesson done in lyrical form,
the concept deeply ensconced
in the importance of highlighting the soul's
memories of what was, is and will be.
There's relevance to the journey
in the Iron Maiden's song.
Rights and wrongs of mankind
since its inception centuries ago.
Life, death and the changing hands of power,
the tower built like Babel that unleashed
God's ire on man's desire to have worth.
On Earth, wars have always existed
because of the twisted need for greed.
The Book of Souls warns to take heed
that cities of stone will topple...
a prophecy currently coming true
for none are willing to sacrifice anything,
always wanting more for himself.
Kings flaunting riches, a bane to their souls
Commoners crying out in envious moans
for what they will never be able to hold.
History repeating itself from days of old.
Based on false tongues of wanna-be gods.
The book of lies is being read
and accepted by far too many blind eyes.
Is it the beginning of what the Book of Souls
sees as the repetitious pattern of doom?
Is it the time foreseen when civilization
closes its eyes to the reality of truth
and forsooth... annihilates itself and dies?
Drifting memories of dreams of contributing good works to the benefit's of humanity & the world. In transition from youth to adult hood the closet of forgotten good deeds opens it's doors to more inventory to be stored. As the closet of skeletons greets bad deeds and advertise there is always room for one more. The reality of survival learning by trial and error as temptation lurks at every turn cast a number of human souls to the existence of broking spirits. Anything of good the broken spirit don't wanna hear it. As pups a litter of puppies happily play yet how many become vicious as the innocence fades away. Not all; still some do. As humanity evolves to the good or bad of life's equation the seesaw of rights and wrongs, shapes personality, character, and image. The pursuit of financial gains with no other option to exist in comfort blur the lines of right & wrong along with good or evil for many. The bigger picture take on an image of the circumstances any facing and the environment in which any living.Food, shelter, clothes is a hunger most all humans & creatures of earth know. Out of the three neccesaties who's deprived more;Humanity or the creators? Self proclaimed is mankind's intelligence more than the other inhabitants of earth about existence. But from the view of comfort & social harmony who is living worst. We can agree, cope, and compromise to survive the environment we exist. If good, peace, and happiness not the outcome then has humanity waisted the opportunity to taste of it.....
Unselfish as time & refined as wine is the most knowledgeable and competent's patience, mercy, and forgiveness of humanity's faults in the test of conduct and deeds....Life!!
Enjoy!!!!
The Same Reflection
Think of yourself
Pick up the mirror of your soul
Look into yourself
All the things you know
All the rights and wrongs
And the choices you have made
And the choices you have shunned
The truth and the deceit
With the love and hate
Your freedom and your slavery
Cowardice and your bravery
Can you see in your eyes
That same reflection
Can you see in your eyes
Looking back at you
Can you see in your eyes
Looking back at me
See them there
Humanity
Consider yourself
Ponder on the reflections of your soul
Look into your self
All the things you have learned
And all the dreams for which you have yearned
Such a sainted bestial, intellectual animal
Always fearful and forever hopeful
Held between emotion and the logical
Your spiritual devotion and the material
An individual
Both hidden and revealed
As you confront the world
See your reflection
In that same reflection
Your eyes
Looking back at them
Can you see in your eyes
Looking back at me
All of us there
Humanity
To your sex and desire
The need and wanting things
Possessor and possessed
Possessive constantly
In all of this your compassion and your liberty
But not how you want to be
For the innocence in you
And the guilty
Awareness to be true
And choices made so ignorantly
Between the balance in the light between the darkness
Between Heaven on Earth
And an Earthly Hades
A somebody
Both shrouded and unveiled
As you avoid the world
In that same reflection
You are looking back at them
See in your eyes
They are looking back at you
Can you see them
Can you see in these eyes
Looking back at me
All of us there
Humanity
Joy
Is enthusiasm
Personified,
And enthusiasm is from enthuse,
Which is from God,
Which is important
To most, not all, and this is okay.
Because we do not have to get our
Joy
In the same way, with the same ideas,
From the same books, or thoughts,
We also cannot experience joy
In the same way.
It would be nigh onto impossible,
As we do not have the same
Backgrounds, or the same
Experiences, and certainly
Not the same families.
But wait, butterflies and
Dragonflies and flowers are
Joyful to all of us, right?
Not if you stepped on an
Angry bumble bee barefoot
While you were looking at them.
Not if you were molested in a bedroom
With them on the wall.
The same rights and wrongs have
Not happened to us.
The same writes are not going to happen
To us either, although, to be truly honest,
I am quite enthusiastic when I read a
Poem and six neonate ideas spring out of
This poet’s ideas into my waiting,
Anticipating brain!
Sometimes I can
Barely wait to
Get to my
Computer
Which is why
I try to read
Everything I
Can.
Because right now,
Even if it is only for
A year, or only
For nine months,
Which we are coming
Up to in a few days,
Writing poetry is
Currently my
Latest obsession
And it still brings
Me joy.
As soon as the joy is gone,
I will disappear and no one
Will know where, but here is the
Why.
Because I do not do things
If they do not bring me
Joy.
Because there
Would
Be no
Point,
When I lose
Enthusiasm
It is over.
Writing
At one time
Was a big deal
For me, but I
Lost the joy,
And it was
Gone for
Nigh onto
40 years.
Obsessive compulsive?
You bet.
Joyfully so.
Melancholic notes of a lone flute brush past my ears,
the night yet to settle but the sun long gone,
only a rosy pink glow shimmering behind depthless clouds.
A drizzle of rain falls gently,
ricocheting off of the wooden roofs,
running off its slanted edge,
thrumming harmonically on the stone slabs below.
How many springs has it been since you left,
I wonder as I think about us.
The rights and wrongs of our past have already begone,
yet how can I leave it all behind?
Your golden eyes, your radiant smile,
the starry love I once wished to be.
I gaze deep into my cup
watching it fill with rain,
drop by drop; inch by inch
mirroring the tears gathering in my eyes
and the growing pain.
Bittersweet memories circle me like a fire,
unable to escape.
Full of people is the world,
yet none like you will ever return.
I always tell myself that it is better to let you go,
maybe I pretend it was all a dream,
but I keep coming back,
Back to the place where we belong together.
I picture how you used to sit here,
the rays of sunlight diving through the pine trees,
picture them illuminating you as you played the flute so elegantly.
The laughs we shared, the tears we shed,
that's all gone now; memories are my everything.
So many evenings I have sat here,
losing myself in history,
reminiscing in the tunes you used to play
and in those melodies I find solace,
somewhere where the pain is not so great,
somewhere where the grief won't rip canyons in my heart.
So as I pick up your flute and begin to blow,
the first shaky notes of Dance of the Blessed Souls
rings across the countryside.
Our time has come
to turn from dance
with Owl's night-wise Medicine
Deep sultry listening
for wide empathic languages
whispering iconic myths
of syntax flowing paradigms
Reaching across Full Moon shadow
to inside passion die for outside pleasure
in contented ego/eco-flying Presence
within soaring without
Free of struggling
with letting go of anger
for AnthroCapitalized ignorance.
Frustration with our own slow to learn sense
that our best colonizing years are behind us,
if only because we prefer
to die in wealth of Full Moon's bodhisattva rebirth.
To struggle through this narrow breach
of polypathic pilgrimage
this dark MidWay Eve,
to relinquish all fear of fear
of folding
and refolding Earth's timeless synergy,
eternally felt Being Present
reconnecting regenerative tisssue
of progenitor's FullMoon Medicine issues
HumaneSelf reconceiving DivineOther
co-empathic eve of solsticing
wise dicing esteem,
Prime Ego/Eco-Elational CoIdentity.
Silent nights of peacefully resonant laughter
are not most Holy Nights,
purgation's Advent darkly waiting
opens sublime ego/eco- bipartisan therapy
of Earth Rights and Wrongs
are also Me,
WE Wide Web of Earth Tribes,
emerging from FullMoon wondrous Heaven
and NewMoon Earth
awesomely co-present
AnthroHours
and co-enlightening days
and EarthAnimated seasons
regenerating bicameral laughter
with deep co-respect
and widely Peaking Presence
Silent smiling
coherently inclusive rememory
of warm waving
co-gravitating humor
in love as life
spreading wild as moonlight
on this wise CoElational Eve.