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That momentous longing that purposed many lowly nights dissipated
Just as I found myself in your presence once again
You tease me, flirt with me, confuse the hell out of me,
You touch me in strange ways as I strenuously gaze
Once you massaged my hands playfully,
But I saw through your frivolous actions a lust unacquainted with jest
I slowly began to realize, that when I confessed my attraction to you through that letter,
That I was serving you my heart on a rusty platter
Hoping for an arrow to shoot us down to seriousness
But we are close friends, not on the brink of romance
We are silly and wacked out of all reason
Too much alike, too little acquainted in what I dream of
You are full of games and I am full of fire
Sometimes we are just on the brink of drifting our separate ways
You treat me like I am in high demand,
That you only have the time right now to be with me,
And must get all of me that you can
To hold me close and take what you need before the next comes to engorge
I am your friend, your close friend,
This tension makes me furious and sore
Why can’t we just be us without the demand for more?
---Shoutout to my best friend Becca Larkin for helping me with a title. I always struggle with that!!!! RAWR---
(“Rainbow Body” detail, 2018, original encaustic)
A Journey Without A Goal
The path to enlightenment is a wondrous
And delightfully paradoxical thing!
It is complex and yet simple,
Endless and yet immediate.
The problem is it is never us who becomes enlightened,
Since enlightenment is a reunification
With what has never been divided,
And so the journey then becomes nothing but a dream.
What is found in enlightenment is what has always been,
The dharmakaya, “body of truth”,
That which is changeless
And actual.
But since this isn’t a person or identity
It means we who find it
Have never actually been separate from it
And so have never actually existed…
The questions remain;
Who/what is dreaming?
How can they/it actually ever wake up?
What then is the true nature of the dream?
(8/11/25)
Okay Girls, let's go shopping
But just to look and see
We don't have to buy a thing
Oh, what fun it will be.
Okay Girls, let's do lunch
Separate Checks so we won't argue over a dime
What an exaggerated procedure
What a waste of time.
Okay Girls, let's redecorate
The curtains haven't been changed in weeks
So we'll just order some new ones
And give the house a tweak.
Okay Girl's, let's have a party
Of course we have nothing to wear
But we can buy a new outfit or two
So the other girls can stare.
Okay Girls, let's show our men
Just how right we ALWAYS are
Make them be gentlemen today
Have them hold the door of the car.
Okay Girls, the Guys agree
You are GREAT AT EVERYTHING
To prove it we throw up our hands and shout
"YOU WIN ! YOU WIN ! YOU WIN !
September 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 13-15
Key Verse – Ezekiel 13:23 Therefore ye shall see no more vanity, nor divine divinations: for I will deliver my people out of your hand: and ye shall know that I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS DELIVERANCE
Praise be to God for delivering us from:
Fake peace
False precepts
Foolish prophets
Faithless promises
Futile performances
Ezekiel 14:23 Praise be to the Lord
for His ways with a cause to:
Straighten us along secured salvation
Safeguard us toward sure settlement
Strengthen us upon steadfast service
Separate us for sanctified stewardship
Satisfy us with His Scriptural sufficiency
Ezekiel 15:1 Praise be to the Saviour
for His Word that comes to us:
Providing us fresh restoration
Presenting to us fervent revival
Pricking us from false repentance
Proving our faithfulness-readiness
Preserving us by His fulfilled redemption. Amen!
September 1, 2024
You can't beat feet,
They're really kind of neat!
Toes and heels,
Small bones in between.
Travels the world,
Wherever you've been.
Can't leave them behind,
When you pack.
They are attached,
You can't give them back!
There are also extras you see,
Nails, boils, and callouses for free.
No extra cost for each separate toe,
Fitted quite well.
In descending order almost like a bell.
You could play them very well,
With a toe stick,
Maybe buy one or make one for free!
Toes on your feet,
Can be a treat!
All can be tickled,
And that causes a shriek!
Understanding court me,
be intimate with me,
Tell me sweet something,
and play with my emotion's.
Penetrate my thought's that they may conceive,
giving birth to something greater that's not naive.
Lock my ignorance away,
let it feel the helplessness of not having sight;
Let it be chained, and fed only the silence
having no love, no warmth;
Take away the touch, the kiss of it's true love,
Force it to sign the divorce papers and let reality hit,
there's no one there to drive the cold away.
Are you willing to let me fall?
To look me straight in the eye as i crawl?
We were lover's by chance,
I gave myself fully to you
and selfishly you drew me, got me addicted to your touch,
but as quickly as it came it was gone
Because you let ignorance separate us,
Nullifying our love affair.
Understanding court me again,
Tell me sweet anything,
Let the defeaning silence shatter,
that my ignorance may flee.
L. Ngema
Who is in the room?
Who owns the room?
When the GreenWoke Tribe
evaluate their strategic platform
for conquering RedUnWoke DiaTribes
what politically scientific purpose
and/or psychotherapeutic intent
for healthy inclusive democracy
[and not merely more wealthy
StraightWhiteMale corporate kleptocracy]
may wake up and win/win thrive?
Not so stuck on playing win/lose
monopoly games
preferred by monotheistic
anthrosupremacists,
privileged competitions
for recreating monocultural bullies
and sacrilegious
sanctimonious
green or red politically correct
dogmatic unwoke bosses
Judiciously proclaiming discrete
separate but equally undamaged
deceit
In resonant baritones
repeat unenlightened bass base
repeat disempowering soprano space
repeat replete
unwoken
still broken
repeat...
Who is behind the broom?
When GreenWoke evaluators
reconsider healthy
co-passionately wealthy
sweeping democratic invoked potential
Integrity to grow more
bilaterally healthy
bipartisan support
for woke up wealthy.
Woke
could send out evaluation forms
to every registered UnWoke
and this might explore half our hoped for story
of how empowerment
and enlightenment have grown/groaned
through last year's sentient
yet often somnolent
competitions in stuck down government.
But, growing trust
more than mistrust,
woke truth
more than unwoke half-truths
together show and tell,
as all UnWoke know too well,
bipartisan passions
co-invest tax-payers
and health therapeutic players
preferring to synergetically swell
rather than not tell
quietly fell apart
stuck in competitive squabbling
hell.
This leaf an arm from its tree
Which reached out for
But wasn’t freed
It fell, like she fell
Down two more floors
Then the one where she was supposed to stand
Wind raked through a blush of veins
And spread like hair on her face
A hand like her had fallen short
Of holding on and holding fort
Eyes that look upon blurry face
witness it fall
With sunflower grace of movement
Forever slow
She witnesses as host of all
This loss of glow
Finally, a pull of gaunt
Dragging vestige pulled her forth
She had fallen she had fell
Now she stands among herself
Hand in her own hair she pulls it to her own
And eye of tree which does not see witnesses
The hand which held it had been long gone
And forgotten pulse had forsworn host
So ghostly death of amber leaf
Looked down upon its image
And dragged its hands through dying veins
As rotting wood and greying hands
Took visage of a rotting home
From eye of wood detached from hand
And so therefore detached from soul
Witness grace from separate brains
And witness that grace die
As I stared into the starless night,
the blinding lights of the city blotting out the beauty of a
cloudless sky fading away into day
I wonder what we missed this time - so preoccupied with our
earthly troubles - perhaps a message that Heaven wanted us to hear
Could it be a winsome Sonnet that was waiting in the winds for us, but we did not listen?
As I looked out over the waters of the endless river - flowing steady
The small streams making their own separate way, reflecting the
beauty of the Moon lighting up the night sky; What is the story they
have to tell - but we are too busy trying to sort out the problems we
brought upon ourselves
Could it be a sweet Melody in answer to the questions that flow continuously through our hearts?
Oh Look! Behold the mountains rising in the distance - the lovely
Daffodils and Sunflowers moving in the soft winds - blue green grass covering the Earth from as far as the eye can see - What is this Song they sing? Do we not understand the language they speak to us? Are we so filled with the
worries of everyday life that the meaning is hidden from our minds
Could it be a wholesome Ballad to guide us through the maze of the
issues of everyday life?
It seems we can translate with ease the verbiage of hate filled hearts;
We put ourselves in agreement with the Lie; that our Creator made one
race of people superior to another; we read the dictionary filled with the
meaning of murder, betrayal and treachery - perpetrated upon others who
were made in the same image as ourselves - and then we watch with
closed hearts the consequential results of indulging in this dark information
Could it be that we missed the sweet Song whispering in our hearts
from Heaven's Choir?
My mind wanders as I sit alone
Wondering what is out there
Is it a world I could care about?
Millions of people all running around
Doing their own things
Separate lives not intertwined
Is there anyone even worth thinking about?
Does anyone think about me?
I strain my thoughts
Searching for one name
One person who deserves my thoughts
So many rush through my life
Never stopping to talk
That is okay for both of us
I never take the time to know them
They are dismissed as soon as they appear
Maybe I feel I am not good enough
Could it be that they are the inferior ones?
I may never know
I don’t care enough to want to know
So, why do I even ask?
---------- Before anyone asks...NO, I do no feel like this. I was watching a TV show abut
someone who felt this way and it got my creative juices flowing. ----------