Long Supernal Poems
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He never believed in love at first sight!
Spurious hogwash, or so he thought.
Yet he felt a magnetic fascination,
Seeing her alone, sipping a cool exotic drink,
Dressed impeccably in local folklore attire.
He was deeply attracted for she was
The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
He felt stirred by emotions supernal,
Like a bee sucking nectar from every glamorous bloom.
Nature unparalleled had a way to provoke him.
Drinking at the bar, what was supposed to be
One for the road, his next air flight.
It was not to be. He cancelled his trip home.
Back at the bar she was not to be seen.
Ah luckless love, what devious tricks it plays
On most poor mortals! Had she not smiled at him?
Pierced his heart, provoked intoxication of love?
In his exalted admiration of her, he vowed:
He would never leave until she's found.
In interludes of self-reflection, whether in the state of consciousness or meditative, I accept that I am an immanent being, layered with imperfections. I am human. I make mistakes, but to live my life instilled with fear and without love would not be living.
my concept of life...
acceptance of immanence
I am not divine
I am not destined for permanence in this world. Through death, I will leave a void to be filled. Seekers of truth, open your inner sight and allow it to lead you towards enlightenment. Sing a melody during life's journey and set your spirit free. Sing a song, a symphony, to help you find your way. It's a cosmic affair, so bare your soul and find the bliss that awaits you there.
human souls reside
but for a moment on earth
waves on an ebb tide
Most will not live eternally; we are not the transcendent kind. There is only One who lives to reign, and we dare not disdain His right to claim the throne. God is transcendent and there will never be an amendment to that in this manifested world. He will not be dethroned by word or deed by some malcontented human having the need for a coup. Those who would dare cast shadows on His name have no respect for divinity.
God reigns o'er the world
do not query or doubt His
supernal glory
Last Fall, my church's Scouts and I went hiking.
A few miles north of Big Sur’s coast,
There is a forested park much to our liking.
Point Lobos is the nature preserve that I love most.
The beauty there is supernal, beyond description.
We chose our trails with maps and compasses,
And practiced local plant identification.
I pointed out Monterey Pines and Cypresses.
For a time we climbed a steep inclination.
We looked down into a cove, home of sea otters,
From a viewpoint near the old whalers’ station.
We climbed through a cleft worn down by waters.
That Saturday outing wasn’t a total disaster.
The boys passed tasks to advance in ranks.
Life doesn’t get much better for an old Scoutmaster.
Lastly, to the Great Spirit we all gave thanks.
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The dainty day dawns on the sunburst flaming sky
The flotilla of golden wispy cloud glides slowly by
The spectrum of color on the azure sea they pour
Silver-lined swelling waves spill pearls on the shore.
Down the jade valley leaps the sparkling stream
Sculpts the rock ridge and serenades in daydream
Waltzing water ripples on polished pebbles rolling
Listens to the luring music of verdant plains calling.
The seasons revolve in kaleidoscopic sublime spell
Swathed with mesmeric charm of nature unparallel
The ember of autumn falls rustling on the meadow
From the winter frost buds bloom with surreal glow.
The sun in cyan sky shines on emerald forest canopy
Light and shade strips entwine the whispering trees
Night drizzles silently sprinkling stardust on thicket
Fireflies twinkle with the rhythmic chirp of cricket.
My spirit sails allured seeing nature’s spectacular show
In the supernal stream of joy enthralled emotions flow
The essence of the scenic gift of the creator I capture
Find it interlaced with the lattice of tapestry of nature.
I'm moving thru, just moving thru,
my time is short, this time with you.
We press ahead, see and feel,
but Earthly realm is not all that's real.
Urgently I sense my need
to seek His wisdom, and faith with speed.
The final foe to fight will come,
and flight from home of flesh is done.
Those before I envy so,
whom did firm hold and fought the foe.
They took the Word, His word stood true,
a shield so firm at battles debut.
So days go by and seasons turn
and more the days I crave to learn
of soul's immortal blessed need,
to soak in supernal axioms,
and let naught this transient soul
Impede.
Form:
Nature nurtures blooms and blushes
With redbirds, bluebonnets, and bulrushes
And peacock-curtained cirrus evening skies;
That unveil a Milky seine before our eyes,
Alluring our awed admiration
With magnetic, majestic fascination;
Easily eliciting an emancipation
To unparalleled faux freedom;
Fostering fleet-flying feelings;
Sending stunned senses soaring
Inevitably inducing intoxication
Which connects our inebriated emotions
That persuade our treasured, deeply hidden internals
Into exaltation of the high supernal.
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The Kundalini Is Rising, now I'm Flying High on Wings Of Wisdom
Full Power Up On The Chrism,
Ever-Upward in Fully Blazoned Life
Fear No Evil, Fear The Regal Like....
I AM Spirit, I AM Alive
I AM Soul Divinus, One with the Sacred Fire
Deathless by the Knowledge, Breathless by the Flight
Wielding Staffs and Grails of Light,
One and Beyond I AM Eternal
Boundless by The Force, Boundless, Supernal
Slinging Mights Of Courage, Stone Bold like David
Never Jaded, Wielding Long Bows like Hayk Nahapet
Solar Gleamin like a Scion of the Great Spirit
The Vibes Jive On Exquisite,
Legend Born by the Alchemy
Chasing Diadems for the Masterpiece,
Full Ascent Into the Heart Of Israel
The Land Of Milk and Honey and Citadels,
Ever-Luminous, The Sacred is Rising
Ever-Thriving,
Abode the Heavens, The Stars Align
Seven Doors To Paradise
Tiny Gift of love supernal,
Shepherd of our souls eternal;
Summon saints to heed the call
To share His birth with one and all.
Let full surrender be our goal
Whereby we steadfast, surely grow.
Mature the young and wounded saints
Who too ‘oft drink where sin doth taint.
Deliver hearts of hardened places
To tenderness and pardon’s graces.
Let servants rise as pride doth fall
When Christians heed the Infant’s call.
Journey there to kneel, to know
This friend who made the stable glow.
Be reverent and earnest there
To meet your Maker, humbled…fair.
Hear the summons, know His glory
Let the manger tell the story
Where God and man were reconciled
And death fell conquered by a Child.
Tender hearts are set on success,
Their future paved with progress.
The jolly march, the zest of life—
To the beat of drum and fife.
Beasts from Sambisa darkness
Couch in supernal stillness.
Unknown, snatchers are mooring,
Hiding in the quiet morning.
Soon they burst in moony gory,
Garbed as in fantasy story.
The hooded beasts tower;
The hapless virgins cower.
Bulging eyes, quivering lips,
Throbbing hearts that fear rips;
With the visit of havoc,
The future's chilled in Chibok.
A cracking shot, a soft fall,
Sudden gasp, noisome bawl;
All's quiet, now and future:
Chibok, her life can't suture.
What a black morning sunset
For kids whose future's preset
With hopes and rosy bloom,
Assured of better boom!
All's gone to Sambisa wild,
To beasts that strut, humans styled.
They careless for our future,
Our mums who are our nurture.
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Freedom, is heaven’s refrain!
It is God’s wish for all --
God’s beaming, ringing, trilling
soulful proclamation!
Rejoice...rejoice! Rejoice!
Sin is defeated. Let all our muted trumpets, together, those of every righteous being
unplugged, proclaim unfiltered, infused with infinite breath, rejoice!
Hear all created miracles, undefeated,
thunder Our Lord’s victory refurbished~ Christ is your triumphant, divine expression!
As the Choirs of good angels soothe the once inflamed hearts and minds
of their demon brothers and sisters, rejoice! Restore now wondrous,
blessed harmony! From all sanctified kingdoms, will out foul sedition.
Loudly declare all dimensions free from adulterous imprisonment. Liberate
perfect essence from Murderous rebellion.
The steel shackles of sin are now
broken, dissolved. Rejoice! Rejoice!
Sing out...loud and clearly --
Fill earth with effulgent echo, radiating spiritual bliss. let all
unsettling sentiments of supernal
fragmentation once again purely solidify,
reconstituted, repealing man’s polluted, scathing
ways. Lands, rivers and seas…Rejoice.
Stars, moons and their dark spaces between, light with
brotherly gleam! Rejoice! Bid all lifeforms celebrate! Man’s carnivorous
appetite at last subdued. Tamed and
conquered. It is the Lord’s hour! It is man’s
redeeming hour! It is Father’s
Grace and love come full circle.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Satan, himself, humbled before
the Throne of God, in true
abidance and repentance --
Christ heals, mends all minds and
hearts. Projecting eternal happiness; countless blessings forever multiplied,
richly indivisible. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!