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" I am on a spiritual journey that I must travel alone . . "
_ by Constance
I am on a long quest,
a spiritual journey to understanding;
my path forward will soon be expanding,
for I am ready to find my purpose repressed.
Time for ego to rest,
and my spirit to be sweetly caressed.
I must learn to let go,
to find the courage to make my own unique way;
for that is where my higher self will lay,
and there will be no magical wind that will blow.
No roadmap to borrow,
as I seek my own special tomorrow.
I will make peace with me,
will embrace the unknown with purpose and courage;
reading books of all kinds will encourage,
I must, will find my third eye and use it to see.
Thoughts floating filigree,
and can do this while sipping herbal tea !
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January 8, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/My Spiritual Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1319-536-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, My Spiritual Journey
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 01/10/21
Submitted to the Standard contest, Completely Your Choice (41)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/16/2021
Second Place
I am but a voice, written down in ink,
the words I write, are about things to think.
In life we bear all sorts of things, each day,
some we need, in others we fade away.
The best source of truth, is forged by the battles fires,
beware the foolish man, entangled with the liars.
Inside ourselves, is history to be revealed,
the knowledge, of ourselves that’s been concealed.
The truths that’s in the darkness, the heart of man, you see,
the very part of self, will we ever be.
A mirror is but a reflection, eyes, the windows to the soul,
those who look inward, they will set a goal.
Discernment of good and evil, like day from the night,
inside themselves, they take a stand, put up a fight.
To put good in their heart, evil at their feet,
as they cast off the weights, that’s been so bitterly sweet.
To be born again, in their heart and mind,
now they stand in victory, Salvation they did find.
Fueled by alcoholic self-will run riot,
Thoughts full of blame and defiance,
Resentment, self-pity, lies and shame,
Relief demands psychic change.
Twelve steps suggested be taken,
Acute withdrawal and body shaking.
Admitting powerlessness is no disgrace
For transformation by God’s grace.
Change is painful and not easy,
Many meetings and even therapy.
Process of cleansing and renewal,
Thinking change appears doable
Mind slowly less chaotic and loud.
Worry and excuses not allowed.
Memories hold less pain and torture.
Rarely overwhelm or cause disorder.
Things yet to come, what might have been,
Faith stops them from wandering back in.
Restless, discontented, irritable feelings,
Less annoying with prayer and healing.
Moral inventories of character defects
Lead to actions that bring self-respect.
Good intentions never meant to be,
All are replaced with honesty.
Seeing certain people cause feelings intense,
past relationships that never stood a chance.
Everywhere possible - still making amends,
cleaning up the past to the best one can
Praying each day for willingness and strength
to do what needs to be and go to any lengths.
Living life guided by these basic principles,
changes thinking and that is a miracle.
Written 12-17-2015
Well, so they tell us-
the political gladiators and
heavy weights. That in permanent
servitude we must remain.
They create a void in our stomachs,
which they momentarily fill with
what they carted away from us.
Just for their self will and whims
for another leap year's tenure to
be entrenched.
They widen the capacity for evil
of the canines they have intentionally
starved.
For a bone's morsel, the canines
viciously their draconian orders
execute.
Just for their masters' sit-tight
bid to be guaranteed.
Restrained with the servile chains
of their desperate overlords, they bark
ravenously at the oppressed,
who have come to liberate themselves
at polling units.
Each time the unworthy is by the
ballot box overthrown, the ravenous
canines at the hands of feeble
patriots gnaw.
A pound of flesh they take
from the down-trodden kingmakers,
to usurp the power they have
in good governance vested.
The umpire with filthy lucre gratified,
raises the hand of the fraudulently
triumphant political Brahmin,
who for another leap year's tenure
subjugates his dalits with utter
deprivation; ASUU strikes, poor infrastructure,
incessant power cuts, poor health delivery,
persistent insecurity, unemployment
and the cancerous bad governance.
With fat cheeks and stiff neck
that is well sunken into a robust torso,
he regularly raises the sides of an
African attire of elitist renown,
set once more to amass more spoils
of political office for a privileged
family dynasty.
This is a parable how so many on the highway to death
Following and fighting over material things
Caught up in this world following the crowd
We have Jesus on the other end with the self check out
Have you found your bargain
So many will camp out
To get a present on a deal
The lines will wrap around
The outside doors
When the door opens be careful
For they stampede in trying to enter
Many get injured if not fast or big enough
Everyone will get there gifts
They have been longing on
Then it's time to check out
And the lines are just as long
For we have called all the
Cashiers to the front and hired
All that would work for seasonal help
But the lines are just constantzc
My friend over to far right side
They have this new register
With not many seeing it
There is no waiting or lines over here
The problem is you will have
To check yourself out
But this register is much different
There will be one to turn on your light
To let others know you have
Now entered into a working progress
Place your hatred through here
And love will come through
Scan your envy and giving you receive
Keep working we ain't done yet
For this has to be done through
Each person that comes through this line
Have any questions about any barcodes
The answers for all are
Placed under the light
Only problem is if you
choose this line
Before you are able to go
Through the door to receive your gift
Your old self will have to remain in the store
And the new creation and living being
Shall have a chapparone
That will open the door to everlasting life
Love you all ,
If you are reading I will not give up on you. Love ya
This is a parable my friends I do not fight the crowds
Broad is the highway to death, few on the path to life
FINALITY, THEN RELIEF!
A final decision comes about with certain risk,
And should be made mostly, at a pace that is brisk,
An idea comes knocking, all’s not in vain,
And Invariably an amount of calm will reign.
Belief in one’s self will determine how to proceed,
With this insurmountable ordeal, this difficult deed,
And one’s state of mind at this point will also tell,
If you’re reaching the end of this indecisive hell.
A ray of sun will pierce through your heart,
And the misery, torment and hurt will depart,
For now, one’s decision is made and is fast,
All is forgotten, the past is the past.
Like many comrades and councilors of Moon Knight,
Daredevil, Matt Murdock, was in fight and might, bright;
Reservoir of Herculean power and strength,
He could lift thousands of pounds and punch any length...!
Gymnast! Acrobat! Olympic muscle tissues!
He could suffuse or transfuse perilous issues.
Power, born of self-will experimentation,
Fused in him mercurial mobilization...!
Rat or cat or elephant like sharp hearing sense,
Owls and eagles like radar vision effulgence;
Enabled him antidate his environs clear,
And respond and combat with vehemence severe...!
Lion-like he could fight Captain America
Superman, another puissance replica;
Moon Knight and Daredevil, though, fought a tough battle,
Merged to collaborate with warm tittle-tattle...!!!
31 October 2022
Moon Knight Friend or Foe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
fly away self-will
fly to the hindermost
fly out of return reach
beyond being in control.
beyond wanting to be heard
beyond demanding to teach
come Spirit of God
come show me your way
come work through non-speech
in fervent passion
in humble attitude
in honesty heard
thou my one wisdom
thou my one restraint
thou my one Lord
one in timely thought
one in doing deeds
one with or without words
The Jewish brothers in Defiance were definitely tough.
One wanted to kill many Germans, the other to save many Jews.
The German soldiers were expendable, unmarried, unremarkable.
Each little death was very little, a little spittle in a big wind.
Fast forward to my friend's son's bar mitzvah or daughter's
coming of age ceremony. Food is abundant, the music frenetic,
the rabbi paid. Gifts generous but not obvious.
Wealth does not obviate death and we know it.
Here too we have natural leaders. Youth basketball coaches,
school principals and, again, interpreters of prayers. When
violence comes to the neighborhood they are who we'll first look to
for governance and guns. Unless have you read The Admirable
Crichton?
Boredom, boredom conflated with loneliness, may be a sign
of good luck. To live a good length or light year away from man's
bad breath, allergenic perfumes, sickening flatulence and shed hair.
But you are drawn back into the debate about perfection by your own
********.
While teaching at the old city jail I have learned this: only meditation
upon the periodic table can save your soul. From itself.
Imagining the world without the self will make you whole.
What else is there to say. Do less until one thing's done well.
After the war the brothers started a small trucking company
in the Bronx. Grateful for such peace, the accounting
was relaxing. They thought back to how they met their wives, naked
before the bombs and bullets. How they lost and found themselves in
what happened.
Say it once again! Just for the sake of feeling,
remembering a feeling's name- swiftly now,swiftly now,
let me,like a dolphin stroked by swimming speed,
escape the weight of all I am,
learn the lightness, loving brings.
Let dawn's conquering colour spread its embrace-
a New World Hope around all the human that I am.
For all I am is spiritual being
learning truth and wisdom, peace and loving.
If I see God's light in passing, my self will sense it.
Godly nature, spirit's depth of seeing
impresses His carefull thoughts and meanings
in wisdom searching hearts,alive and revealing.
See it once again! Say it once again!
This is the stuff some hearts are made of,
remembering just for the sake of hearing
a feeling's new name.
23/08/20