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I could be where the palm trees sway in a tropical breeze,
The pace is slow, the air is warm, and I can take my ease.
Drinking chilled coconut from the shell, a blue ocean view,
But, the only place I want to be, is right here with you.
I could be way up high, in a distant land, a Himalayan retreat,
Watching the sunset over Everest, wood fireplace, effusing heat.
Relaxing in the whirlpool, the steam rises, as I sip a hot brew.
But, the only place I want to be, is right here with you.
I could be enthralled as Parana journeys to it's end, at the falls,
200 rivers, cascading in unison, as I meditate struck in awe.
I could be contemplating, the transcendent beauty of Iguazu,
But, the only place I want to be, is right here with you.
I could be in Sorrento, bay of Napoli, not far from Capri,
watching cruise ships floating by, observing life so carefree.
From the marina, I marvel at the houses built into cliffs,
I daydream of what it could be like, to live like this.
But, of all the places I could go, and the things that I could do,
The only place I want to be...is right here with you.
John Derek Hamilton November 10, 2015
Secular silence,
still as death.
Sacred silence,
subtle sounds of Earth's synergy
And what vast sounds,
unheard voices,
unloved songs,
unjustified dances,
unpeaced anthems,
unbeautified pose of light
may lie in waiting silence
between invitation
and deadening declaration?
Invasions of deadly silent waiting,
Sublimations of lively unvoiced surrender
into softbound volumes,
listening
for this great divide to speak
between deeply absorbed secularity
immanently transcendent wise flying harmonies
of sequestered
sanctuary silence.
Silent,
like snow,
like sleet,
like sobriety,
not univocal;
not yet profoundly voiced.
Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
surging torrent of torment tosses the servile soul,
for in the karmic cycle of being born and reborn,
desire doesn’t die, but it’s a blink between life and death.
Distressed mind extracted from sanctum of sense-response,
stilled in the quietude of silent mindfulness pervasive,
finds the rays of divine light at the end of the mortal tunnel,
where the righteous life gets the insight of unveiled wisdom.
The liberated soul attains the distilled essence of nirvana,
floating on the ether of the last breath ascends to heaven,
the transcendent supernatural kingdom of almighty God,
to be suffused there enduringly with His benevolent grace.
At the celestial portal of the mystique afterlife existence,
an angel waits to welcome to the new abode in paradise,
enlightening that the novel life of real intent begins then,
permeated by the ethereal ambiance of eternal bliss.
May 28, 2020
Contest : Heaven
Sponsor : Regina Riddle
Galaxy of Crystal
Reader of star stories – far flung destinies
Enclosed within a midnight crystal dome
Filled with flecks of leftover stardust
Cosmic plane of star-crossed constellations
And dust storms of the lost transcendent light -
Clearly sees through falling astral luminaries
And hopes tossed up for the first twilight star;
A gypsy crossing galaxies of interstellar legend –
A woman with starry vision clad in nebula silk
Woven from threads of spiraling chambers -
Knocks at a door with no handle
Star princess – celestial royalty – spends the night
Leaving bits of stray star clusters
To enchant the eyes of a dream child
At the stargate of the dusky etheral.
Thank you Line for your inspiration. I missed the contest but your theme set me spinning into a celestial wonderland!
Why is it that we do that which we don’t want to do
And we don’t do that which we want to?
This is the question that troubled the Apostle Paul
A man of God, who still struggled with those inner tendencies.
It’s a question that troubles me, too,
The good that we should do, seems so hard to do
The evil, so easy…because it is in our nature to err
I find it mind boggling that the very fibers of my being
Seem to be drawn to the forbidden…
Is it because it is sweeter? Easier? More fulfilling? Simply…human nature drawing me?
Ah, but there is a transcendent joy
From doing what is unnatural to us:
To love the unlovable
To uplift the fallen
To be faithful to the faithless
To return blessings for curses
To forgive instead of get even
To love instead of to lust
Are we justified in doing what comes naturally because after all…we were born this way?
We are just following our natural inclinations?
Then, I ask…what makes us different from the animals that follow their basic instincts?
Is there a difference? At times there doesn't seem to be. Delayed gratification seems unheard of. We want to relish this moment...there here and now...whatever the cost. We put our morality on a shelf and give in to the basic instincts to posses...to be possessed...to satisfy. Is there a difference?
Yes, there is…for we have been given the power to reason and to choose the high road.
It isn’t by accident….we were created with that power. We need to put it to good use, and we will have divine help to do that, if we so choose. It isn’t easy….but then again, sacrifice never was. It has a price. Ask Jesus….it cost Him his life.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
offer a consciousness leap,
if we be therein awake,
focus firm, calm like a lake.
In staid stillness choose to meld,
with space between objects held,
that thus our eye then single,
in-form pheromones mingle.
Bliss mists deeply penetrate,
each offered consciousness state,
that though awareness may dip,
presence gives ego the slip.
Immanent yet transcendent,
breath by breath, bliss resplendent,
chakras whir, boundaries blur;
with love and light, we concur.
Whether outward or inward,
ego lust is untoward,
so if all that is be Om,
in all states, Self is our home.
Turiya or the fourth state,
staid peace that does not abate,
witnesses the play of light,
centred in drunken delight.
The Self in heart does anoint,
itself at a stillness point,
wherefrom all states then arise,
beheld by us in surprise.
When our soul’s eye is single,
all three states then commingle
but until then we’re trapped,
light of Self by ego capped.
As awareness self-aware,
if dark desires we outstare,
in Turiya, the fourth state,
we fulfill our ordained fate.
Laundering wealthy clothes and other valuables,
baptizing moments and grand white-washed events,
scrubbing dissonant deposits
into healthy places and times,
laundering life with transcendent love.
When we're done sitting in solidarity with Earth's laundry,
it's probably time to start over,
or succumb to our own stinky mess of pseudo-wealth
Therapeutically baptizing body-minds toward resilient health
may require soaking in resonant eco/ego co-awareness,
eco-herent
eco-operative
ecompassioning co-identity.
Clean chi-body clothes cover
and uncover,
discover,
recover would be co-redeemers of healthy mental wealth
rediscovering spiritually naturing systems.
Corporate-sponsored competitive detergents
of urgent LeftHemisphere enculturation
have blinded too many to a more polycultural Received Tradition:
human nature evolved through interdependent mentorships
of caregiving and nurturance and cooperation
between
within
among
inclusive of all Earth's tumbling Tribes
learning natural relationships
in environmental systems
stabilizing through mutual solidarity,
like air with fire,
soil with water.
Too often Left-Brain Dominance
has confused our designer attire and attitudes
facilitator scrubbing functions
mutual mentoring
co-redemptive economic EcoLogical Co-Operative Vocations
with those we have labeled
"Sole Proprietor"
and "Owner" of Nature's Laundry.
These labels tend to come off
during a healthy multicultural stone-washed thrashing
of decompositional analysis.
EgoCentrism,
like traumatic AnthroCentrism,
and its oppressor cousin, RacialElitism,
and MonoCultural SurfaceCleaned Tolerance
fail to wash well
for achieving long-term EcoCentric
PolyCultural
Health-Wealth Optimization Outcomes.
HumanHubris confuses ourselves,
scrubbing down our Beloved EarthHost
as if She were a monopolistically-intended Flea,
resulting in great misfortune
especially for Earth's future grandchildren
drowning in over-populated toxic pain in the everywhere.
They could have been our much Beloved Community,
if we would regenerate this drying out revolution,
permaculturally washing
with Earth's Nature-Balancing
decompositional soap
of ecological intelligence.
Grace
is not the rather loose reputed love of choice
after natural laws of Earth's justice have been primally satisfied.
Nor is Mercy,
her sister,
a gratuitous co-passionate remainder,
icing on the after thought of justice cake,
after having had Her revengeful way
for sins of our enslaving Fathers.
Rather,
Earth's nature-spirit laws
for protecting nutritional rights and equity
are the evolving justice of last resort
when intrinsic co-empathic trusting grace
has been rejected too often already
within some connecting string of incarnation,
some sacred identity we might and could love
as organically transcendent life itself.
The primary health role of nature's nutritional law,
protection against ecocidal toxins,
security from anthroprivileged injustice,
absence of co-empathic therapeutic trust
as presence of community co-immunity,
is to support effective deep meaningful anticipation,
and not over-reactive wide purposeless anxiety,
toward full development of richly resonant transgenerational relationships,
political and economic musecology.
As a materialistic, yet healthy-social, song and dance species,
we have spent far too much energy
on advocating the triumph of just political relations,
rather than justly cooperative and inclusive economic co-ownership,
rooted in co-empathic gratitude
through listening to and with suffering oppressed fractured species,
stories speaking to our own compassionate voices within,
advocating for future generations of EarthTribe peace.
When our relationship with EarthTribe's Commons
is more about protection from material harm
than loving sustained healthy relationships
rooted in natural-physical
organically inter-religioning
co-infested gratitude for compassion
and outraged attitude against Othering dispassion,
then we are significantly inside and outside the comfort range
of thermodynamic balance,
co-arising trust,
where Grace deteriorates into BadKarma
and restores into GoodKarma
as decomposition informs gratitude's re-incarnate potential
Grace's wealthy step-sister room
for Mercy's further transgenerational
trans generational
transgene rational healthy growth.
deeper and deeper still
still my heart
that cannot fathom
that cannot reach
Your depths
i cannot breathe
eye-level of the seas
higher and higher still
still my heart
that cannot fathom
that cannot reach
Your heights
i cannot touch
the sun on tippy toes
still my heart
keep my soul
deeper and deeper
higher and higher
where breaths are not needed
where the heart stops beating
where the Spirit is living
with ponderous wonderment
of the inkling You gift -
my open hands feel the weight
of Your mighty and gentle palms
You underscore them in embrace -
i dance in the transcendent space
VI
Transcendent in that unparalleled
Attire!
I confess I cannot help but admire,
And always did,
What all other men should find very
Much
Irresistible in her;
It is as if,
With the merest uplifting of that
Proud and arrogant chin,
The outstretched hand, it's slightest
Touch,
She effortlessly could defer
The uncertain fate of whole nations.
Suddenly, at the corners of the
Mouth, that insidious little grin...
And I am left wondering, again, what
Now for these new deliberations?