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As we live, the utility of life becomes like a shadow,
The universe unfolds like a canvas of hidden perfection,
Everything we call useful finds its essence in the eye of the beholder,
Uselessness reveals its value like a pearl in the depths.
To live is to open like a flower to new horizons,
Which expand the soul, enriching it with shades of light,
The longing to give becomes a search for an unseen meaning,
We embrace uselessness as a treasure of truths.
Within the duality of our desires lies a balance,
Fragile as a silk thread connecting the stars at night,
In the seemingly useless silence, we feel the hidden pulse of the world,
And we understand that each moment becomes an eternity.
Life transforms into a mosaic of experiences and contrasts,
Where the useful and the useless dance in cosmic harmony,
Creating a universe of deep and mysterious meanings,
That carries our soul towards higher and purer understandings.
Defined as dull or lacking luster
it became the word they used to
speak of O'aho.
who's real name was Cephalopod
but none would speak of the person
with that name.
Instead for days, they would look
at him and not speak, than one day
when his food looked and smelled
best, those who ignored him
started speaking to him.
They defined their acts as Selachim-Orpha,
the act of not ignoring.
than when he found love he gain a
comprehensive understanding
of their ways, from those who knew
what should be said to get those things needed.
the woman of his choosing said he was
"ALucktwit, which is defined as a person who
should be appreciative of being loved.
this was in opposition of being a
Nuna-lufa which is defined as an unloved person.
The gaining of these understandings were
then tested with the "Omsale-Hcnarb" which
made Alucktwit into a husband.
I prefer the myths to the dry histories, where truths come and then crumble away,
For history is written with a quill of feathers, but the myth, eternal, beats with wings of iron.
Mythology dresses lies in dazzling robes that over time are clothed in truth,
And it gives birth to a wisdom that time can shape as the river shapes the stone.
Intelligence, deaf and blind, listens only to defy or to nod in assent,
Thus the message, like a drifting ship, is lost on misunderstood seas.
Instead of welcoming the word as a guest to the tables of meditation, it would tear down the messenger,
And we, mortals learned, have lost the art of sitting with the message, of cherishing the story.
The fault, it is said, lies in the arms of that education which molds us into valiant soldiers of certainty,
Not into wise seekers of questions, of meanings hidden in the folds of the everlasting myth.
Our world stubbornly struggles to tear the thick paper of deep understandings,
Poisoning us with dogmas, forgetting in the procession of days that all which was once a lie may bloom as the apple of new knowledge.
In the twilight of thought, where shadows of reason linger,
I find myself floating in an ocean of consciousness,
A man, a whisper against the turbulent waves of culture,
Each wave a metaphor, each ripple a memory of forgotten understandings.
Culture, they say, is a tapestry woven from the threads of individuals,
Each unique response to nature, a stitch in the grand design,
Yet, here we stand, eight billion souls, each desperate for a spotlight,
A grotesque dance of egos, hungry for the nectar of recognition,
Endlessly fighting to be seen, to be heard, in some extraordinary way,
Separate from the collective, yet somehow deeper.
But isn't culture the echo of individual voices harmonized by time?
A symphony born from the whispers of countless souls,
Each note a response to the world, a reflection of place and spirit,
And yet, now, the melody is fractured, a cacophony of dissonance,
As we abandon the chorus for the solo, the community for the individual.
In this melancholic reverie, I see the grotesque unfolding,
A society sickened by its own desire for distinction,
Where the celebration of culture is overshadowed by the pursuit of uniqueness,
Where the importance of the collective is denigrated to the point of despair.
Oh, how we need to find our way back to the dance of unity,
To celebrate the culture that shapes us, the heritage that defines us,
For in the embrace of the collective, we find our true self,
Not in the futile quest to be different, but in the harmonious blend of many.
There is no health in being well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society,
A society that has forgotten the beauty of its own tapestry,
Lost in the obsession with the individual thread,
And yet, in this flow of consciousness, I see a path,
A way to weave ourselves back into the fabric of humanity,
To stray from the norm, to challenge the grotesque,
And thus, to find a leap towards a brighter, more united future.
In this twilight of thought, let us find the dawn,
Where the shadows of reason yield to the light of unity,
And the ocean of consciousness becomes a river of collective spirit,
Flowing towards a horizon of hope, where culture and individual
Are not in conflict, but beautifully intertwined,
A testament to the magic of our shared existence.
In the state of being equal,
Especially in status quo,
Rights, and opportunities not always shown.
Fairness
Justness
Equability
Impartiality
Even-handedness
not in this reality
I am a woman of the gender species
Speaking up loud, and bold for equality
Empowerment
Equal within interests, activities
Clothed consideration if able
Allow me to do it
Empowerment
Though, genetically-genitalia differences
Doesn’t necessary mean, we of different gender
Can’t hang, nor handle
Empowerment
Understandings of gender continually evolve
If we can handle it.
If it don’t hurt me short term or long term
If I can learn it, allow me to own it
Allow us to get along with it; In the course of a person's life,
The interests, activities, professions these are considered the domains of ...equal access
Enjoy the same rights, resources,
Opportunities and protections.
It does not require that girls and boys, or women and men,
be the same, or that they be treated exactly alike."
Allow me to do it
Empowerment
Though, genetically-genitalia differences
Doesn’t necessary mean, we of different gender
Can’t hang, nor handle
Empowerment
Understandings of gender continually evolve
If we can handle it.
Just allow me to do it if I’m able equally…
Same rights, resources, Gender equality
Allow me, to be free…
Empowerment
Allow me, to be free… Gender equality
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We are living in the middle, you and I,
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings.
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause;
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue ...
Timothy Levi Hicks
Love’s Path
Love's Path
Rules bind us from infancy
If instincts are true we thrive, each new lesson works
for success, we forget practices that thwart happiness.
Passages and reaching for that metaphoric sky
Romance, a chrysalis that cradles heightened mystery- our endurance of drudge before we fly
We are living in the middle, you and I
There is much we live, reliant upon chance happenings- what if we had never met? Our paths, never intersected or,
if they did, we missed our chance to connect.
The perfect moment when the sky was right to usher in romance,
the laws of attraction that shaped the joy of love in magic renderings, in heightened awareness of simple things.
Brighter colors, heavenly perfumes
the harmony and peace of mutual understandings.
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings
Time came for making promises --getting used to things,
expected or not—learning the art of forgiving
Consenting to cherish common objectives—
was it our love succeeded because
we overlooked each others’ flaws, or unmet expectations
Two souls astounded to be of the same accord
or was a momentary whim the cause?
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause
Too quickly the paragraphs of time we reád
Hand in hand we strolled the pages of our years
weathered all the seasons with forgiving hearts
Nothing could measure the small eternity we made ourselves-
we endured life with every sinew- refused to imagine
a life devoid of one another
Now matter how circumstance may try spin you
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue
Rising
I climb towards the pinnacle of my mind
Slipping on my inconsistancies
Grabbing at the edges of my understandings
Afraid to look down
For fear I will fall into my abyss
My feet hold fast
Pushing me upwards
Extending my reach to the next crevice
My brain’s intricate folds
Jagged memories
This words I hold onto
They slow my ascent
My not good enoughs
My cannots
My I've always been this way
Here I am hanging upside down
Telling myself
I'm tired
I can't hold on
It's okay to let go
But wait
I grasp
I reach for the I can
Until I pull myself to solid ground
I stand upon my finite understanding
Now I realize I was never alone
Ropes of hope had held me in place
Over the landscape of my life my eyes trace
Seeing clearly my yesterday
Each step that led to today
All the people that helped me find my way
I realize I have not come to the end of me
My landscape is ever changing
I flap my wings and rise above my mountain
My possibilities are endless
For now my mind is free
In the distance
Eternity
Time is not insurmountable.
if i have not understood me till this moment
how can i understand you?
if i am a piece of wood how can i be attracted with a magnet
my rhythm of heart differs from you
words are played just for game
Gape causes misunderstanding always
no fault is there either of you or me
some one gains to loose other
all understandings are in the mind of Supreme Father
I held the torch high for you
so you might understand
the depth of our Love
In the reports I highlighted
every perfect principle
I have set before you
many examples
and the supreme flawless one
ultimately complete in every aspect
impeccably presented a picture
easy to understand
It was painted so the beauty
of it’s form
might be seen from any position
and I ask myself why is it hard for you to see
I gave you time for the examinations
I passed them on to you
that you might make them
your own
I laid out the Words
as I was told them
I gave them to you exactly
as I was given them
The instructions I have clarified
alongside their understandings
I handed them over to you
that you might possess
all the wisdom and all the wonderful
that you might trace them out
and follow the threads
a tapestry woven in time
that reaches every space
and covers every matter
I have made them a gift
to everyone who will open them
Your vision of it is assured
you must make them your own
the gift of one mind
to change the nations
one heart to love them all
and one body to enact
it’s instructions
to carry them into every
darkened place
so that they can see
Light
and walk in it’s Ways
and seek their Truths
The Love of God
and the dispensation by Christ Jesus
PoetryofProvidence
C Michael Miller
COPYRIGHT © 2015
Hebrews (NIV)
1 In the past God spoke to our ancestors through the prophets at many times and in various ways, 2 but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son, whom he appointed heir of all things, and through whom also he made the universe. 3 The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven.?
Do you care for me
I ask. As I shall do for
You?
Will you lead me by the
Heart? As for I shall
Never break the valve
Which has brandished the
Templar construment of living
Past the certain and polarising
The rising of God's Mom into
A statue of liberty and mutal
Understandings his father
Had given reason only to smile
Upon the risen, and grieve for
The laughter slurred skies
Spoke openingly about the
Beginning being that and the
End being this.
If it has become any concerns
Of yours to delve into the lapsed
Forms of times broken promisings
Then you would have come across
Patience which letters eighteenth
Centuries ago that what we have
Done together should never be
Despaired from the martyrs along
Masked conception of rivers
Twist and bends with the calling
Of what you have turned the other
Cheek looming over fervently.