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Morning Thoughts
Written: by Miracle Man
9-5-2019
3:00 AM
Thoughts this morning,
bear times fade.
By the Holy Spirit,
they were conveyed.
I’m reminded, as past clouds,
encompass me.
Only this instant Is mine,
by God’s decree.
Matthew 6:31 – 6:34
31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day [is] the evil thereof.
In the twilight of a restless world, where minds are chained to glowing screens,
The machine-like hum of existence drowns the whispers of the soul,
People move like automatons, their essence eroded by the electronic tide,
A slow degradation of well-being, a quiet erosion of dignity, intolerable in the end.
In this programmed environment, where the air grows thick with indolence,
Eyes, once bright with wonder, now reflect only the cold, indifferent light,
Hearts, once fierce with passion, now beat slow and hollow,
Minds, once sharp and curious, now dulled by the narcotic glow of the screen.
The political tapestry unravels, threads of self-governance fray,
For in this digital haze, people cease to govern themselves,
They demand to be managed, to be told, to be led,
The spark of autonomy dims, replaced by the flicker of dependency.
Yet, even within this mechanized labyrinth, a glimmer of recognition remains,
Humans possess the profound ability to see themselves, to carve out sanctuaries of thought,
In the cool, verdant garden of personal growth, away from the machine's relentless grip,
We cultivate sweet fruit, a testament to our resilience, sufficient for our sustenance.
In this garden, the soul finds solace, the mind finds clarity,
Every thought a blossom, every idea a ripe fruit,
We nurture our essence, we reclaim our dignity,
And in this quiet haven, we gather enough fruit to share with others.
The machine hums outside, but here, in this sacred space,
We breathe deeply, we think freely, we exist fully,
For in the act of personal cultivation, we defy the mechanical mandate,
We reclaim our humanity, we restore our spirit.
So let the world outside buzz with its electronic cadence,
Within our garden, we find the rhythm of life,
A rhythm that nourishes, that sustains, that connects,
A rhythm that reminds us of who we are, beyond the machine's cold embrace.
In the twilight of a restless world, we find our sanctuary,
A place where the soul can breathe, where the mind can wander,
Where the heart can beat strong and true,
In this garden of personal growth, we find our magic, our melancholy,
And in the sharing of our sweet fruit, we find our purpose, our connection, our humanity.
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The Garden of Eden was sufficient for food. All the fruitful trees were available to Adam and Eve…all except one. The tree of good and evil held fruit that indeed would open the eyes of the innocent. Adam and Eve “took the bite” in listening to the serpent and eating “choice” fruit, in which I mean they made a choice to disobey God. An apple is merely a representative of the fruit since it is not named in the bible.
Fishermen describe the fish as “not biting” when they are not able to catch any or very little.
We have chosen,
with fertile parents
and their grandparents,
With our community
and our community's historical journey,
multiculturally rooted
To live in this time
When LeftBrain dominating disassociations
raise RightWing deductive powers
to reductively under-generalize health goals,
To market brand name substitutes
bowing down before competitive WinLose monopolies
devoid of WinLeft with WinRight co-intelligence
Secular and sacred intelligence intuited
through reassociation of Left BodyForce
with Right Silent LifeFlow
longing for equi-valent liberal love
still belonging within conserving matriarchal wombs,
orthodox seeds,
multicultural creolizing icons,
fusions for fissuring fractal future Fates
Muses singing for cooperative ecopolitical infrastructure,
For nondually incorporating bodies with minds,
natures with spirits,
ego-
with eco-core ZeroZone Centers
Still, today, LeftBrain elitist
speaking for nationalistic future designs,
dualistic,
competitive fissions,
divisive fictions,
oppressive fractures,
failures of love
with sufficient cooperative power
for healthy development
and wealthy eco-theological infrastructure.
GreenEthics with Golden SacredRules
restoring multilateral justice,
regenerating peace
of polypathic body-minds
for, but also from, polyphonic communities
cooperatively re-aligning historical-cultural communities
Still speaking
and singing
and dancing
too pre-millennially competing Left v Right
To deeply learn post-millennial cooperative co-relationships
YangLeft with YinRight,
secular strength of ZeroZone nutritional design
AND spiritual flow of 2020
healthy polynomial developing love,
humane-divine co-messianic
ReVisioning ecology's green
through ultra-violet theology.
The Lord God shines like the sun
amidst the beautiful bright blue sky
the Psalmist strikes a lyrical chord
brings divine favour with splendour on high
The Lord God gives grace so plenteous
always sufficient for whatever you need
all of this brings God His own glory
it all started with just a single seed
The Lord God is the author of all good
everything He creates is simply superb
invites all to come and receive
God's very best makes you want to serve
The Lord God looks for the upright
seeking them out for His own plan
being found in the will of God
such blessings come for the faithful stand
The uptight receive all that's good
such goodness comes from God alone
this is sheer mercy and benevolent love
such love Jesus came for our sins to atone
(For the Lord God is a sun and shield;
the Lord bestows favour and honour.
No good thing does he withhold
from those who walk uprightly.)
Psalm 84: 11(ESV)
They always made me happy,
The camels of the wise men,
The slowness of their footsteps,
Their self-sufficient ben.
Camels meant there was time,
For the three wise men to think,
To ponder upon their task,
To review their role as a link.
They were required to assess,
The child to be called god’s son,
To see if he could be a doctor,
To the poor, and to be the action.
Mary and Joseph were important,
To their question of universal worth,
So they prepared themselves well,
With questions surrounding his birth.
They understood that environment,
Is a factor in child development,
So endeavoured to contextualise,
The place of the baby’s commencement.
They predicted they’d be rejected,
By townsmen all along the way,
Spat at, maybe jousted with,
By loitering agitators arbitrarily.
Especially at the door of the inn,
There’d be jesters and jostlers alike,
People shouting “Don’t go there!
Avoid them, and get on another bike!”
And equally importantly, with respect,
They thought of their theology,
That their own actions may be vital,
To improving others’ sociology.
They considered their belief,
In an immanently coming messiah,
And renewed their vow to choose,
A protege who would take us higher.
So by the time they reached the inn,
They were very much prepared,
They could talk to each other freely,
About the saviour that’d been blared.
And the camels facilitated all this,
Preparation and consideration,
And gave the magi their pondering,
Upon seeing the configuration.
They enabled this baby to thrive,
Gave his family his manifestation,
And felt spent entirely at their visit,
Worn out by careful deliberation.
Vernally, I'm reminded of resurrection's redemptive power. Seeds are encapsulated throughout winter's freeze, cradled in their protective hull until conditions are ready. Dying to themselves, the endosperm must sacrifice its contents so that the morphing seed will have substance to feed off of. When sufficient warmth is reached, they instinctively know to rise. Ceasing to be a seed, a plant instead emerges. Roots extend deep as green expands toward celestial cyan. Even so we must die to ourselves to emerge as new creatures.
arise anew
burst forth buds
creation continues its course
3-31-2021
Springtime Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M. L. Kiser
Do I have to remember that life has a set flow?
Our days might be dreadful, yet, joy utterly slow.
Miracles arose typically through the cloudiness.
I'm busy exploring and hoping for days to pass.
The lack of sufficient treat hampers our friendship.
We'll be frying outside during the scorching heat.
Things that can be seen clearly are sand and grass.
As we cross the tiny bridge, without greeting mass
Inside you is the wellspring of your greatness.
This is the spot to utter while everybody is yelling.
There was nobody like you as away as nothingness.
Bear in mind your equipment and life's calling.
No one recalls eternal's gaunt visage with fondness.
It's critical to grasp your unique treat and essence.
Written: December 23, 2021
On earth I began my life
In the form of a seed unaware
of the potential of what I can
Be.
Am I a flower, plant, weed, or a tree?
I do not know until I am watered and
The light of the sun touches me.
Even the process of my life cycle can
Be thought of as living poetry.
It's Ok that I am however many feet
Buried in the ground I won’t starve because
Nature design me to make my own
Food.
“After all I am self-sufficient that way”
As long as I have a place and space
I will grow but into what? That is for
Life to decide what will become of me
The seed that was planted no longer remaining
In its protective shell
NO!
My purpose is to grow and show my brilliance
For all to see.
Bring on the rejection slips and/or lost wager
Though flush with good humor
pun one mock two yields negligible
true cash equivalent value won
dirt poor offspring privileged as prodigal son
pockets bursting with legal tender,
where just yesterday I had none.
All polite declinations
strung together would circle...
(fill in the blank)
matter of fact, I just got a slew of them
today June 9th, 2020, what a lucky man
me haint an idealist...,
but winning poetry (writing) contest
or purchasing lottery tickets...
yeah, nothing butta pipe dream
such improbable whimsical notion
linkedin and tantamount
with milkmaid and pail
Aesop pose fabulous incredulous solution
finally good riddance
hand to mouth existence
hello riches, perchance a dollop
and/or sizable windfall courtesy
drawn PowerBall and/or Mega Million ticket
whereby yours truly suddenly
cursed with chump change,
and/or abundant money
would experience "fifteen minutes of fame"
flush with friends and relatives
I (a misanthrope) never knew existed
(perhaps even marriage proposition,
no matter wedded bliss prevails)
interesting... how moderate
and/or substantial wealth
suddenly finds chock a block
acquisitions (regarding brand new automobile,
custom designed house,
travel opportunities galore
(maybe even vacation to Mars)
(despite coronavirus - COVID -19) prevalence,
nevertheless awareness viz immutability altering
pubescent stunted emotional, physical
and social development
profusely sweating hands, social anxiety
all the while knowing money
can't buy happiness,
yet once and for all at long last
free and clear of grinding poverty
cuz groveling along
the pockmarked highway
avails countless exit ramps
plethora of choices
how to be analogous to jolly Roger
piloting immense ship of state
(approximating size of Rhode Island)
equipped with the latest trappings
matter of fact replete
with every creature comfort
analogous to rich
self sufficient independent country
allowing, enabling, and providing
a warm welcome - think unfurled
Harris tweed Scottish welcome mat.
Meanwhile somewhere in Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania resident
(within apartment B44)...
tenant fritters precious time wishfully thinking
(luxuriant life within theoretical leisure class)
finding this nameless scrivener
invariably hoisting himself by his own petard.