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“Our false self who fears, is nonexistent
The truth’s unknown, because we’re resistant”
~ quote by poet
Dwelling in our comfort zone, we are confined
to a small domain, afraid of the unknown,
so unless we leave ego spawned fears behind,
there’s no way that we can come into our own,
for the thought forms we spew, grip us in their bind
and we act not like our true Self but it’s clone.
So deep is our bondage to feeble thought crutch,
that though God is within, we’re afraid to touch.
Sages, prophets and masters have all proclaimed
that we’re not this mind-body but living light,
so it’s tragic we behave like someone maimed,
whilst freedom from fear is ours, if we alight
from habit of thinking, that joy be reclaimed
in the womb of silence that holds bliss beats tight,
whereupon dwelling in the present, we’re free,
being no longer tied to ego’s mind tree.
What is silence but our choice to just let go,
relinquishing mind, trusting the universe
that by God’s grace we finally get to know
deepest truths without any need to rehearse?
The unknown becomes known when thought flow is slow
and then our head aligned with heart, sings love’s verse.
We see without mirrors this dream life’s a test.
Our innate love and light, becomes manifest.
16-April-2023
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The emergency call reached the paramedic. A baby was about to be born.
He could hardly see through his windshield, as he battled the raging storm.
A 3 year old girl greeted him at the doorway and allowed him to enter her home.
She took him by the hand and said, "This way doctor man,"
and then led him to her Mommy's room.
It was a very dark night, so he asked the child to hold his flashlight
so he could assist the baby from leaving its mother's womb.
He held the baby by its legs and spanked its little bottom.
The baby cried and a new life was born.
With great concern the paramedic asked the young child,
"How do you feel about what you just saw?"
"He should have never crawled up there in the first place," she said,
"You should spank him again once more."
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I received the above in a Fwd: Email.
It was written in the form of a joke.
I then revised it poetically,
at least that is my hope.
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ORIGINAL:
Fwd: Childbirth
Subject: Childbirth thru the eyes of a child
Should a Child Witness Childbirth?
Here's your answer.
Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house
was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a
flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the
baby.
Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed
and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his
little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry. The
paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr
old what she thought about what she had just witnessed.
Kathleen quickly responded, 'He shouldn't have crawled in there in the
first place........spank his butt again!'
When the beloved disciple named John wrote in the first line of his gospel book,
He was writing to his Jewish people because over time their God they forsook,
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God,”
Was a reference to your coming as the one sent by the Father in fulfillment of his word.
From John’s book we learn that you were the one speaking the word at the world’s creation,
And that as a part of the divine plan, you had come to bring fallen mankind salvation,
So, you laid aside your divinity and became one with humanity,
To thereby provide a way for sinful man to live with God in eternity.
By a miraculous process you were implanted in the womb of virgin meek and mild,
And at the end of a period of nine months, you were born as Mary’s infant child.
That the one without beginning could be born and held in his mother’s bosom,
Is a mystery too great for our finite and degenerate human minds to fathom.
As a human child you increased in wisdom and stature and gained favor with God and man,
There was no doubt in your mind that your purpose on earth was to fulfill your Father’s plan,
Which involved you dying for our sins after perfectly obeying all that His holy laws demand.
O what condescension on your part, to accomplish the salvation of fallen humankind.
Among those born of women there will never be one like you on earth,
Its history is subdivided into B.C., the period before your birth,
And A.D., the period after, erroneously interpreted by many as “after death.”
Your powerful influence extends across this world’s entire breadth.
Jesus, centuries after you have come and gone, your name is still a cause of offense,
There are those who reject you as a fraud, and those who come to your defense,
One group surrender their will and accept you as the God of their salvation,
While the other steadfastly refuse to submit to your loving dominion.
Before ascending to heaven, you promised one day to return,
To receive those who through the Holy Spirit have been reborn,
So, in faith we await the salvation that was from eternity planned,
And one day go home with you to dwell in that heavenly land.
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star,
Far so high; among others, up the sky.
Even your parents wonder what you are!
Before birth, both admire your being- afar,
Though can't actually point out you that high,
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star.
Months in the womb, your dance to stars' guitar;
Actively signal the cool sky, goodbye.
Even your parents wonder what you are!
As you left heaven without any scar,
For earth to fulfill what your fate standby-
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star.
Earthly quests bring scars from its reservoir...
Somewhat grace, favour and prayer bely,
Even your parents wonder what you are!
Fortune to everyone, has its radar-
Fashion Designer gets yours to thy eye.
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star,
Even your parents wonder what you are!
649.
Meditation on the 4th Glorious Mystery:
The Assumption of Mary into Heaven
Time came for the earthly repose of Mary
(She was laid to rest filled with tranquility)
Surrounded by Jesus' disciples, Mary was just like sleeping
(Her beloved Son she would soon be joining)
This is the 4th Glorious Mystery – The Assumption of Mary into Heaven
Like Jesus who was sinless when conceived from the womb
(Mary was also immaculate when buried to the tomb)
And like Jesus who resurrected & then to heaven ascended
(Mary also lived again & to heaven was led)
The fruit of this mystery – Grace of a Happy Death
Oh God who had assumed to heaven the Blessed Virgin Mary
(Like what Thou want for Thy beloved humanity)
The God who can bring us back to life & unto Him
(From this bodily life & death both interim)
As “The Assumption of Mary into Heaven” had shown “Grace of a Happy Death”
Lord God, like in “The Assumption of Mary into Heaven”, grace our demise
(That from fleshly death we transcend & arise)
Like Mama Mary who was resurrected & assumed to heaven
(We need Thy grace to join us with our heavenly brethren)
Praise God! We realized “Grace of a Happy Death” through the 4th Glorious Mystery.
-04/25/2019
*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
Every atom and molecule
of me was made by you
in the cauldron of your womb
and these five senses of mine
are as much yours to mirror
back your majesty.
For you I assemble the morning
with its chilly wind coming across
the bay, the bloom weighted branches
of magnolia bending over my way
and scenting this last month of winter
with a promise of spring.
And here, just over the water,
great scoops of cloud
sitting like sun licked ice cream atop
of the city skyline, soft serve
for this sensory breakfast
that I offer you
lifted on the laughter of children
on their way to school,
all this a blossoming
of abundant life held in a morning
gifted me, beauty born
of such unimaginable savagery.
Return With Me to Christmas Eve
By Franklin Price
12/24/2017
Return with me to Christmas Eve
To a stable not a room
When Jesus, not yet born,
Was still in Mary's womb
The town was little Bethlehem
A guiding star was overhead
The place, where Jesus, king of kings
Would have a manger for a bed
Animals, the only warmth,
For the manger to receive
The Christ child that was soon to come
To save if we believe
Shepherds, left their flocks in fields,
Joined wise men on the way
Guided by the star they saw
To greet the child on Christmas day
Angels sang from overhead
Brought peace upon the earth
Love rained down from God above
In preparation for His birth
The scene now set for Christmas day
When the world would change for all
When Mary placed our savior
In that manger in the stall
When women argue how men have
More than women have ever had,
That it’s unfair that men can be a
Much faster Olympiad.
They’re playing the victim to the man
Where they’re handcuffed to a womb,
And they alone go through the hell of
Being in the delivery room.
What they don’t get is that men would
Love to grow a living breathing soul,
Instead our only job involves planting
A seed in the small key hole.
So, to compensate, men build towers,
Faster, concrete worldly things we create,
You see, man is a victim of the woman’s body,
The woman’s body that can gestate.
Morning is but the infant day
Born of the womb of time.
A babe that speaks to those that hear
A language so sublime.
The sky with blood from birth is stained
Foretells of coming rain.
Red sky at night is his delight
At dawn a sad refrain.
That sailor in that ship at sea
That farmer by the brook
They know the signs, they read the sky
Like you or I a book.
While wet or dry this day shall be
Both yours and mine to keep.
Until it's hours reach 24
And then it too shall sleep.
Why gaze we then at painted sky
And dwell upon this thought?
Let's merrily go forth and live
This day that time has wrought
Like the sun and its being
Wisdom knows no dimness
Her light is eternal
And where she is
There can never be
The ignorance of darkness
For like the sun
She shines forever bright
In the inner sanctum
Of the ego of mind
With inevitable truths
Flowing like an enlightening
River from the mountain of
The womb of God’s infallibility
Forever birthing the living word
Of the tree of life
With the divineness of guidance
Always available to those
Seeking her cosmic counseling
And may the source of her flowing
River forever stream my volcanic spirit
Spewing service to all in dedicated labors
Of love and baptizing wisdom being my wages