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awareness self aware
of dark veils of ignorance
shrouding our consciousness
rotates polarity of sentience
to view inner luminescence
the offered enablement
seen by periscope vision
is then scrutinised by ego
by jaundiced perception
in dimmed colouration
once baton of awareness
shifts into the void internal
we must rest our lower mind
trusting cognition spherical
to behold God’s miracle
for detachment complete
let us celebrate our delusion
resting our head at His feet
in continuum of meditation
heart radiant in elation
looking around in wonder
nestled in quiet contentment
bliss in-pours as vibrant thunder
as we view life in astonishment
delighting in soul unfoldment
17-September-2021
Magical, mysterious, completely incomprehensible!
Is there anything more divine than a seed,
Any seed, large or small, any size at all?
Infused within its compact evolving time capsule
Is written all the instructions for the development
Of every form of life: human, animal, plant.
Every line of DNA delineates the perfect sequential
Unfoldment of beauty, symmetry, form and style.
The physical matrix is generated to match the
Spiritual etherical pattern from which it springs.
Within each of us lies the seeds of greatness
Planted there by an Unseen Hand of Grace,
Meticulously designed to bring forth uniqueness
Offering to the world the Creator’s Thought, perfect and artful.
Yet, taken for granted, we are dull to the magnificence
Of the built-in resources which lie inside each of us,
Oblivious to the power of our Divine connection with our Source.
But, at the perfect designated timing, at the ripened season,
We spring forth to shower our beauty onto the world,
Blessing humankind, acknowledging and praising the Divine.
Never again doubt your greatness. Your perfection is assured.
It is structured in your DNA. Your spirit holds the Divine pattern,
And every resource necessary for its unfoldment.
You are the seed of the next generation, of the next millennium,
Of the next universe unfolding over time and experience.
Turn your mind away from smallness. Your darkness is a lie,
meant to trap you inside a seething hell of illusion.
Reach into your Holy self, shining God outward
Upon the world and humankind.
You have seeds of greatness within you
to change, expand, evolve, improve
Everything you can imagine, touch and see.
Live with intention born of your personal Divine spark of life,
Creating your personal heaven right where you stand.
Guided by Divine inspiration, your life can be all God meant it to be.
Copyright Chula Fleming © August 31, 2024
Do, at night, flowers dream of their death?
The thought, admittedly is a poetic one,
but I find that absurdity,
is often a step ahead of knowledge.
I, being less self-absorbed than the frailest weed,
never dream of death, for death dreams of me,
it crawls into bed with me,
and enters my morning coffee
as a memory of what will come.
Every part of a flower is a construct
of one dream upon another,
it is a meditation by rote,
a chant on rails of light.
Only night can slow that processional unfoldment.
When the bloom wilts, look please with care.
See the beauty of dying flowers,
how they dream themselves out of this world
with their closeted death-songs
see how they impregnate water and soil.
with that last surrendering
of their looking-glass souls.