Up at the roaring sky,
Twinkling stars say hello;
Though dawn draws nigh,
Yet sky's face brightens so.
Hidden is moon's face,
Among them all- sparkling stars...
Though its reflection has such trace,
Yet stars glow on it many scars.
The brilliance of the sky tells,
Nature's beauty beyond art.
Though to sketch such spells...
Skills talent learn to rare heart.
Open mind lonely wonders of God,
Oh so great is His doings to all men...
Though mystery to men seems odd,
How reasoning puts all into its den!
Like the bright morning stars' lights...
I miss out of lateness in bed's fondness,
As eyes watch off cautionary delights¡
Awaken by clear sky's light alertness.
I pour out my heart; empty doubt.
I fly my mind at zero; fill conviction...
And stop my wandering eyes scout,
If it won't cling unto its addiction.
As much as I try,
I switch from sky to sea.
My eyes did cry...
To learn from a devotee
In order to swim at ease,
So to avoid early goodbye...
Or be labelled an escapee
By luck gets death's sea dry.
Switching modes:
Holds up grace,
To learning right codes ...
To run through such race.
(a silly series of Senryus)
It’s time to cram for
final exams, again, so
here we go, mug up.
My mind, coffee dark,
drifts in academic dreams,
—think roiling oceans.
A ‘mandatory’
society meeting? You’re
not the boss of me.
I’ll shun or eschew,
if I want too, sidestepping,
like a tap dancer.
I'm not lazy - I'm
high tech and in energy
saving mode now.
It’s a pointed and
conscious decision—I’ll do
me and you do you.
.
.
Songs for this:
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Each and Every One by Everything But the Girl
Modes of thousand minglings
Modes of a thousand mingling
Distilled within itself
All forms within their structure
None equates without the other
All is one and of the other
Within it’s every things of nothings
Through progression evolved its being
Forms its flower in its becoming
Guided light throughout this life
Within its making makings
Seed and kernel in roughened stone
Tranquil stillness risings
Lifts itself within itself
Innate form extended in its
Endless freedoms coming
Force that shapes it shaping
Awakes to life’s that calling
Within the moral arcs that bends
Toward the justice needed
Sacred Scripture is the speech of Eternal God
As it is put down in writing
Under the breath of the Eternal Holy Spirit
Holy tradition transmits in its entirety the Word of Eternal God
Entrusted to the apostles by Father Christ, the Lord
So that
Enlightened by the Spirit of truth
They may faithfully preserve
Expound
And spread it abroad by their preaching
Church, to whom the transmission
Interpretation of Revelation is entrusted
Does not derive her Both Scripture and Tradition
Must be accepted and honored
Equal sentiments of devotion
Reverence
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Matured's sweet silence
Crowds of children playing game
changing modes of life
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