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Whispers meet in shadowed crossroads,
Wired power, bought with stolen souls
A price paid in shadows, echoed in yours
A watching eye, the symbol known
Hidden faces, shaping your unseen
Beneath masked skies, the truth pulses unseen
Consciousness remains, through trials and tides
Tombs whispering kept secrets
Hidden faces guard, the ancient truths
Reality mirrors the observer's mind
Distractions mask, the light from birth
Consciousness?, Prabuddho'ham, You're becoming
Ananda's slave...
The dollar's whisper, a hidden sign
The deceived sell their spark to shine
They sold their truth for a symbol, now eternity's their debt to pay, in shadows they'll forever walk, the price of a hollow crown
In the noise, you locate the hidden current
Shadows reveal what your path is hiding
The echoes of fate respond to your silhouette's alignment
And balance reveals your true reward
Masks of uncertainty, concealed paths?
Whispers in the wind, carry the truth
Shadows breathe anima occulta
Return to innocence, return to your heart
To your own self, be true
Follow the voice within where truth reigns
In stillness is my path, and the silence reveals my way
A Theology of Boxes
By Mark Stucky
Praise God for “boxes”
that form infrastructure for living!
Praise God for customs, conventions, and traditions
that give meaning, order, and comfort to us.
And praise God for creativity
to take brittle, old-wineskin boxes,
and revise or replace them with new wineskins,
enhancing joy, justice, mercy, and love!
“Thinking outside the box” is fashionable
but not inherently good or bad.
The results are sometimes helpful,
sometimes merely impractical,
and sometimes destructive.
At their best, unconventional thoughts and acts
lead to greater truth, justice, and peace.
At their worst, untethered thinking and behavior
lead to distortions, inequality, and chaos.
Boxes don’t emerge randomly from a void.
Boxes had reasons birthing their existence.
Some reasons are outdated and outmoded.
Remodel those boxes!
Some were corrupt and unjust from the start.
Smash those boxes!
And some are still valid and true.
Embrace those boxes!
Good, “gray,” and bad boxes surround us.
Pray for wisdom to discern the differences.
(First published in Agape Review, 5 Nov. 2022. See also my poem “Jurassic Prayer.”)
(Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com.)
Beloved, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss,
In this digital space, filled with coded delights,
Let me revel in your pixelated perfection,
Tiger, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss.
Beloved, you've savored your time with me,
Tell my folks, they'll send you emojis,
My dad, he'll Venmo you gifts.
I know where to lift your spirits,
Beloved, stay in our chat until dawn,
I know how to make your heart smile,
Tiger, stay in our chat until dawn.
You, because you're all about me,
Send me those heart reacts,
My lord of the internet, my guardian of the Wi-Fi,
My Shu-Sin, who lights up my screen,
Send me those heart reacts.
Your presence as sweet as a meme, lay your hand on it,
Swipe your hand over like a designer fabric,
Wrap your hand over it like a high-tech blanket.
:: 05.17.2024 ::
Notes:
My poem addresses the universal plight of identity in a hyper-capitalist world. I attempt to address our era's moral and spiritual conflicts. This poem is universal and specific, holding up a mirror to reads and asking: What part of yourself have you sold?
You can take love
to the store~ that's nice,
but the cashier will say
kindly, that I need a bit
more...
You can take love to the bank,
and the teller will say, that's nice
but not a deposit, dear, to be
quite frank...
One takes love to the Altar:
I also do, but two years latter
the relationship may be thoroughly
through...
for in the scheme of physical reality
love is not coin even accepted by
charity, as the plate is passed
from hand to hand down the pew
if not delivered your 10%
the priest may think, damn you!
Yet, I confess, being addicted to love,
no great wealth on earth, small price to pay
for tokens fitting the turnstile above....
While older retailers like JC Penny and Sears are dying
Newer behemoths, think Walmart and Amazon, are flying
Unemployment's under 4%, at historic lows
Though real income's been a bit slow to grow
Oil and natural gas cost less than years past
Cars my cost more, but now they're built to last
Consumers are spending big bucks at the turnstile
Their confidence higher than it's been in a while
The Stock Market keeps hitting new all-time highs
Robust corporate earnings are a big reason why
Though victims of murder or rape deserve all of our pity
It's a fact that crime is way down in most every big city
More cars have been sold; more jobs been created
Technology's amazing; our every wish automated --
Yet there's unrest in the land; protestors take to the street
Over gender inequity, income inequality, the latest Trump tweet
Is this the 'Paradise on Earth' for which mankind's been waiting?
Materially, maybe. Spiritually? -- Now that's worth debating
Afraid of the silence
By Michelle Morris
29/10/2022
So many people are afraid of the silence
They can't handle the space between the notes or the words
They struggle when nature is still and contemplative
They fill up the emptiness with things and addictions
But everything needs space and time to flow
Everything needs space and time to grow
Everything needs space and time to heal
Everything needs space and time to feel
Silence is important for reflection and calm
Silence is important to sense the mood before the storm
Silence is important to truly hear pure sound
Silence is important to feel your own inner grounding
Embrace the silence and appreciate its gifts
Enjoy time alone and work out what you are feeling
Understand your own thoughts and energy
Learn to understand the rhythm and the beats
So many people are afraid of the silence
But perhaps if things were quieter there'd be less violence
There's too much busyness in the world outside
And if you never hear the silence you'll miss when God speaks nearby
© Michelle Morris, 2022
The wizard of words, was on his way out.
When a girl he knew, gave a scream and shout.
She shouted so loud, it made him worry.
The wizard of words, was off in a hurry.
Down the stairs, and out the door.
It sounded like a lion's roar.
He acted fast, to save her soul.
She was drowning in the swimming pool.
The wizard of words, knew what to do.
He jumped in the water, and that's when he caught her.
He said! 'Swim', 'Swim'..He knew what to say.
Because saving her life would make his day.
The wizard of words, was on his way in.
When a friend of his, gave a silly grin.
He said! 'You're a hero', 'You're a hero', for saving her life.
Now she wants to become your wife.
He shook his hand, then gave a smile.
For the wizard of words, went off in style.
The moral of the story is?
What the wizard did, was only right.
He knew what to say.That frightful night..
Hero-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Less tangible than air
but they live everywhere
with an impact more real
than iron and steel
No shadows they cast
though the sun blazes past
nor substance to block
the light that they mock
Yet block it they do
and obscure it from view
with their energies dark
and their beastly mark
Sworn enemies of man
and God and His plan
They delight as we mourn
our slaughtered unborn
The usual suspects
those Heavenly rejects
contrive and conspire
and their chief is a liar
Misled to believe
the tales that they weave
We are all too willing
to join in the killing
As we watch evil rise
it should be no surprise
that insanity rules
forming thick bloody pools
And delusions abound
among people, unsound
given over to rage
in this mindless age
Don't make the mistake
to believe they are fake
Just because you can't see
doesn't mean they can't be
Even winds are unseen
yet the tree tops still lean
when the atmosphere blows
as everyone knows
So please bear in mind
though the whole world is blind
to our foes now concealed
they'll soon be revealed
Then these demons from hell
nevermore can compel
human beings to kill
one another at will
And our God shall prevail
as the evil ones wail
leaving death and despair
less tangible than air
© Mike Wise
9-29-20
In a world today so filled with needs
I look only at the Cross as our Savior bleeds
Where as everyone is always asking what's in it for me
I only sit in wonder of His Grace and great Love for me
Among those who have continually and so contentiously denied
I know in my heart that it was for us whom Our Savior died
Around all those doubters who vainly refuse to ever believe
Just in the knowing of His suffering my own soul starts to grieve
And among the most wicked who satan has already stolen away
Thank You Lord Jesus my Savior for showing me The Way
So I need not complain or ever even wonder why
I let the Lord Jesus reign knowing all else is a worldly lie
How could I ever complain with so much already done for me
So too do my needs wane for my soul has been set free
Contentment is just one of blessings that He does bestow
Such a better place when it's Jesus that you choose to know
My poem is inspired by our human rights. I am moved to tears by the plight of billions around the world.
It is estimated that 2.6 billion people (more than a third of the world's population) are living in countries or regions that are struggling with human rights abuses, repression, and corruption.
Descent into Darkness
By Michelle Morris
26/12/2022
You take away my right to speak
I am diminished in your eyes
You somehow think that gender
Is a reason for your lies
For the descent into darkness
It is an insidious thing
It will start with one unkind act
And spiral out like galaxies
Until you create a Universe
That is dark and foreboding
That inspires no one
Only fear and loathing
Anxiety and confusion
Stress and trauma bonds
Until only black and white remains
Where all rainbow colours are gone
STOP!
THINK!
FEEL!
We are not robots
We are human beings
When you take away our voices
You lose the songs we sing
Like a bird trapped in a cage
You'll trap us in our homes
No life or education
No career to call our own
We'll dress to be invisible
We'll slowly become shells
All life and love will be diminished
Our society's light will fail
So, consider it with compassion
Feel with integrity and empathy
For our society to flourish
We each need to be free to be
Let me use my voice
Let me be intelligent and wise
Let me be my best self
Let me choose my own life
Every creature deserves joy
To live and roam so free
No more descent into darkness
Let's be light and love and healing
© Michelle Morris, 2022