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If we come from ZeroSource,
secularly known as OneSource Light,
and sacredly as DivineEnergy,
we still may not conclude
we are interchangeable ReSources.
Life forms interdependent
are not simply interchangeable,
exchangeable
like loose change,
habitual everyday whatevers;
unlike guns and violence
because we have emergent
development,
because we are regenerate organisms;
not gradually deteriorating machines.
We inherit from Source
and we inhabit relationships
further evolving ego's heartened warmth
toward light
and divested shunning of disheartened cold
away from DivineEnergy.
This trail of tears
in joy and sadness
begins with EarthSource,
and ends with EcoCentering
compassionate ReSourcing
ReConnecting
ReCommunicating
ReStorative ReGenerators.
Some aware of ReLigioning,
and perhaps the better half
not so much.
The apple of my eye is a one for
An Amazon of an all in one
Being sourced from the Almighty’s Blessings
A paradox in discovery by Spiritual vision
Unsearchable among the highs and lows
As more precious than earthly
A glorious heritage with more respect for the reward
You are the Apple of my eye
I can never let you go away
Even when you are far away
From my heart you never go away
When our story will be told
Anthony and Cleopatra shall be kindergarten’s tale
My heart billows of love
Continuously being expressed
My deep affection for you
Resounds over a thousand hills
The more at your being I gaze
The more your fondness I develop
My love for you is mountaineering
Above the mountains resonating
You are my apple of ardor
I have crossed the Rubicon to love
Your tenderness as the gentle breeze
Blowing over the Mediterranean Sea
When I remember we are flesh
As a wisp of smoke
As roses wither in the garden
I must seize the precious moments
Of your exquisite love
Pure and so true
Undefiled so Divine
To carry you in my heart.
...and then he found nothingness
hidden on the tree of circled life
cradled in a bird’s nest waiting
patiently in infinite surrender
prayer curled up in a few gnarled branches
begging bowl made from twigs and belief
the answer to unquestioned tranquility
fate destiny and prophesy’s shelter
a weaver bird in restless winds
tapestry of wordless courage
budding embrace caressed
wings and roots in one
he braved temptations and mistrust
shed doubts transgressions imperfection
settled old scores and sourced his pen
smudged purple ink into his weary soul ...
Note: published in Eskimo Pie, HIll Magazine and other sites
I love coffee
Always have
And coffee has loved me back
But lately I have sourced on her
Soured on the whole coffee scene
On the harshness of the morning brew
And the promises it makes
As I sip of its nectar
Drawn into its lair
Drinking drop by drop
As the caffeine takes over
Rewriting my every nerve
Turning me into a slave
For its perverted pleasure
Yes, I love coffee
But I am afraid
Coffee is a harsh mistress
Demanding so much of me
Promising the sun
And delivering the Moon
As I drink her swill
Deeping under her influence
I have the coffee blues
Can’t live with our her
Can’t live with her
I try
But tea does not cut it
Not really
Booze does not do it
At least not in the morning
Yoga is not enough of a buzz
Nor is the runner’s high
And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine
And speed and drugs and energy drinks
And so I remain a slave to coffee
My only legal drug
As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread
Once more failing my resolve
To skip coffee for that day
That morning that moment
I shall never be free of her spell
Ever and she knows it
As she beckons me
Every morning with her intoxicating smell
I am a Burn’s Night baby
(named after the Ayrshire bard)
So we’re off to hunt a haggis
locating one is extremely hard
We scour the hills of Scotland
and have dull and rainy weather
There’s not a haggis to be seen …
they’re all hiding in the heather!
All of a sudden we spot a rare haggis
So hubby fires his gun into the gorse
The haggis scurries into the undergrowth
Hubby missed the wee beastie of course!
We spend hours out there on the hills
All the little haggis are all lying low
I scour the land with my binoculars
But not a hair of one is on show
The sky is getting really dark
we are tired and soaked to the skin
so we descend the slopes to the village
we see a butchers, and swiftly walk in
Hundreds of haggis are on display
With gaping mouth I stare in surprise
Their orange hair is so beautiful
I cannot believe my own eyes
I tell him we’ve been on a haggis hunt
And he glowers at me in shock and alarm
says the one’s on the hills are protected
He gets his stock from a breeding farm
I choose a wee haggis from the shop
When it’s baked we both have a slice
Haggis is a Scottish delicacy
I’ve got to say it tastes 'offally'* nice!
* Haggis, the national dish of Scotland, composed of the liver, heart, and lungs of a sheep minced and mixed with beef or mutton suet and oatmeal and seasoned with onion, cayenne pepper, and other spices. The mixture is packed into a sheep's stomach and boiled. Information sourced from google.
01/24/18
15.6
“Realize Self in All and All in Self
Be free of personal identity
and the sense of “mine.”
Be happy”
Our consciousness in all and all in us as interconnectedness
The one in all and the all in one as one Divine awareness
The identity as personality an entity ephemeral
As such classified as an earth life interface or a vehicle
Our pristine formless awareness then in occupation of this interface
The temporary aliveness of the body our ego energised by grace
There then being no difference between form & formlessness
Between the ego consciousness and our true eternal awareness
Likewise as all such manifest distinct awarenesses entwine
Since the energy within all is sourced by the Divine
(20-August-2019)
~~~~~~~~~~~
Verse 15.6 revisited on 23-November-2021
Heart aglow
In stillness slow
In-form consciousness
Melds with the That oneness
As we be tranquil and still
Allowing God to instil
Wisdom deep
As we take the leap
Into the dark, vibrant void
Wherein by love divine buoyed
We garner deep wisdom
Within body prism
That God omnipresent
Omniscient and omnipotent
Breathes His life force in each form
Manifest as aliveness warm
Immediate and intimate
As heart to love does gyrate
In a play of union and separation
Wherein the search births bliss elation
God alone is, nothing else is
All pervading bliss fizz
Our this here identity
In divine entwined serenity
Recognises ego as dream object
Brought forth by God-dreamer, subject
Mind-body energised by His life
Our innate awareness rife
There then thus no difference
Between aspects of luminescence
Varied love hues but spiritual light white
Manifest as rainbow solely for delight
Once our will to love pulse bends
Purpose of dream life ends
Mental illness did not find its healing on earth
—10/31/2021 RIP
Then will the lame leap like a deer,
and the mute tongue shout for joy…
In the haunts where jackals once lay,
grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.
—Isaiah 35: 6 & 7 (portions)
DEATH COMES AT TWENTY EIGHT
Like the raven wrapped in black
Full-throttle wings above the door
Ready to drop the axe, tie the sack
A sealed body of wax on the floor
Ventriloquist sourced voice to the cattle
Knowing he won’t make it out alive
Anxiety, his society, a boombox battle
Seasoned by inner voices that thrive
Shower of baptism; but in relief he’d stagger
Family and friends anchor to keep him here
He loved them but embraced his dagger
Digging deep into the shadows and tears
Last leaves of October sprawled in mourning
Dawn and dusk calls on the same tenth month
Songwriter’s rap label came with a warning
A ten year catapult - his demons’ death
As the Lord received his son, the voices seethe
He accepted a savior, on whose bough he leans
This newborn dunked in his grave, rising to breathe
God remembers the year two-thousand seventeen
11/23/2021
A mong the things to be most cherished
B lessings lavishly scattered along our path
C herished moments with our loved ones
D elight as nothing ever could
E choes of laughter the dance of blessings
F riendships being heavensent connections
G ratitude the state of elevated resonance
H armony, health and happiness being what we seek
I magination occupying the open curious mind
J ustice and freedom so worth fighting for
K inships flourishing in all shapes and colors
L anguage of kindness in its multitude of nuances
M anifested every day in every way
N ature bestows its blessings most bountiful
O rchestrating dynamics of universal synergies
P oetic inspiration sourced in matters of the heart
Q uivering at random thoughts of our mortality
R ainbows washing away fears with promises of afterlife
S unrise to sunset we contribute to some grand plan
T ime is nothing but a conduit to all blessings
U plifted deeds progress our spiritual journey
V alue placed on what elevates the heart
W orship is a state of mind worthy of the miracles before us
X enophobes and disbelievers converted to a higher calling
Y outh giving way to altruism and aspirations of wisdom
Z en being how we feel as we count our many blessings
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 19, 2022 for contest ABCEDARIAN POEM ANY SUBJECT YOU WANT sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST
on July 16, 2020 for contest SHARE YOUR BLESSINGS POETICALLY sponsored by BEATA AGUSTIN - RANKED 4TH
Well I did some today.' I know this cause
In older by a day.? Hmm..Now i missed
Breakfast.' So can't say whether it would
Have been (good or bad?) Yet i have an
Empty feeling, maybe could that be a plus.? If so
I should be glad.' I think I might be thinner.?
Yet not (waisting away) so that seems I've achived
Quite the two opposltes..I'm now inclined to say, If i could go way back further.? Or foreward?? I could
Always check the winners..So some advice
To you Tom Woody..Be aware there could be sinners.' Who won't give out the information yet have had more than three
Dinners.' You won't tell by their bellys, or any other sign.' I know it would be helpfull in the cause of saving money ' if thats why
You put this contest up, I could think that its funny? A way to get the info on how to cheat in time.' And forget the science plod
As a matter of course, if you ask my horse?
He'll guess its par for the course.' Just make sure the burgers arn't part-sourced in any equine history.'
From a leg that was once hind.'
Poetry...the primary inevitable response to tyranny
- Daniel Berrigan
Clear water running in the spring creek, flows
from every newborn's heart. Around the bend
coruption pollutes our thoughts with consumerism,
paths of mutual destruction and madness
modeled on the nightly news.
Still, the pure well in our hearts runs deep, frustrating
the robber-barons of our souls.
Food we eat, politics we endorse, come under
increased scrutiny as truth refreshes.
Pinnacles of power topple as their pawns
resist in ever increasing numbers.
Manufactured enemies (self-sourced) created
to control history by providing security
from fear are now seen in the light of day
as what they truly are, enslavement.
Arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand
people are waking up to to their inalienable
rights to freedom and liberty for all.
The time is now to stay vigilant, neo-cons
increasingly will create rolling disasters, meant
to ignite fear only they
(by our abjudication of freedom and liberty)
can resolve.
Never waver, never relent, peacefully
resist.
04/04/15
4 am
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