When God said
“Let there be light”
Was it meant literally or metaphorically?
Did time arise crafting the photon
with the intent
of illuminating the basis of reality?
An observational lens providing the closest assumption of truth?
Or did the limit of human consciousness take precedence.
Therefore, implying we needed to be saved from the void of ignorance,
as light is the transference of information.
So when God said,
“Let there be light”
What was actually said was,
“Let me share myself with you”
And so it was.
Here I am
finally able to observe the maze from the outside
And continue to run into dead ends
Frantic, crazed in the beginning
But no I have found the exit
I am just a rat
But how am I able to be aware that I am
Does a fool know he's a fool, I think not
What options does a rat have
How can knowledge be power
I have the knowledge
It takes me where the walls let me go
Everything is constructed, predicted
The only thing I can control is my mind
Is my mind just another maze
Maze
At 6
At 6 I could concentrate on
7 aspects of a
problem at
the same time. Irreversibility was
exceptional (award winning). I could
mentally undo
actions, even undo mentally all
actions of
people, objects alive, and
animals. I’d high telegraphic speech; leaving out
nonessential words was a
cinch. Syntax and vocabulary was
the envy of
the children in
the street, and
of course, the envy of
the children and teachers (parents too) at
Elmwood Primary. High focus span, countless items
remembered. Gender identity strong and
healthy. Gender roles
understood. Skipped over
imitation stage. Master of
observational learning. Poor parallel (side by
side) play. Not much interest in
cooperative play. Non interactive! Preferred to
be around
family.
I’ve heard
there are those
who dance in the rain
with cherry lips
and salsa hips
against
those who run
their mind upside down
dash for cover
with umbrella
Envoy
may rain
as a measure
remain
Drawing-
A sparking, lines however hard it tries,
Will always be preliminary lines of my picture.
Now exploratory is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sparking is explorative so sheik
Drawing.
Pencil, crayon, felt marker
I saw the pale cover of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the paper I paint.
Water dripping everywhere, how quaint
Does the paint make you shiver?
Does it?
Learning is observational process I’m drawing.
Observational process is learning designing.
Never forget the muzzy and muddled fuzzy learning.
A sparking, lines however hard it tries,
Will always be preliminary lines of my picture.
Now exploratory is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sparking is explorative so sheik
Drawing.
6/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
Qualitative
And quantitative
Self appraisal
Humorously casual
Of our stillness quotient
Moment to moment ...
First the qualitative
The depth meditative
Thoughts & body still
By non-self will
Imbibing the love energy
Of current divine in synergy
Is uplifting
Consciousness enhancing
And yet but the beginning
Of our journey enlightening
Then going in deeper
The ascension steeper
Requires dissolution
Total annihilation
Of the self, voluntarily
Choice made choicelessly
Being, becoming, in oneness
The That Awareness
Next, the quantitative
A matter contemplative
Being the response time taken
By our consciousness when shaken
To return to equilibrium
From egoism fearsome
When the external
Stirs the internal
The ripples disturbing our calm
Are cause for observational alarm
In that our reflex response
Imagined to be divine ensconced
Is fragile
From anxiety to smile
The time we take
To forsake
Narrowness & contraction
Back to Oneness & expansion
Is the quantitative scale
Of the way on earth we sail
03-November-2020
Unsubstantial statutory subliminal
Ordinary dilemma
Domineering calypso dancing
Munching on habanero
Desert Kool-Aid promenade promenade
Soil diapers in the shower
Cleanse your mind soul body by the hour
Occupational observational
10/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Observational quietude centreless
yet immersed in attention quanta
each packet of trance upon release
stretches void of silence continuità
As internalising attention in stillness
is distilled as our default orientation
stagnative fears and desires recede
throb of bliss our flowing meditation
Innate affinity choosing prioritisation
the potential desire becoming kinetic
manifesting reality as ourself chosen
pull of void alone bliss pulse eclectic
Gradually thus recalibrating our core
resonating with divine omnipresence
mind body identity shifts in alignment
becoming one with the bliss essence
14-September-2020
I once had an office job sitting next to Miss Sunshine day in and day out. She and her 7th Day Adventist Jesus were always so positive and jolly about everything, it was hard not to smack her.
One day with syrupy sweet intonation she asked why I was so cynical and wasn't I an unhappy person.
I said, "Only a sociopath could be happy about the truth of things, but I'm just a realistic observer not hiding behind cheerful nonsense; there's no correlation to happy or unhappy. Look at you for instance. You are smiling and upbeat all the time. And I don't believe I've ever met an unhappier person."
She was stunned, momentarily silent, mouth hanging open. Then she burst into terrible wracking sobs of anguish.
Neither Agama nor Nigama
No mind games no enigma
All that it takes
Is to conditioning forsake
Layer by layer
Erasing delusion that hovers
Manifesting as contraction
Life negation
Smiling at the stranger
Embracing the wayside beggar
Agendaless
In blissfulness
We simply follow the scent
Of love as our native element
Bliss cognisance
Awareness of innocence
Unfettered by mind body association
Observational meditation orientation
Devoid of all seeking or anticipating
Being to become bliss by vaporising
There is no one here and hence no doing
Save presence in stillness slowly blossoming
IWAN FALS born VIRGIAWAN LISTANTO ON September 3, 1961-
I am Iwan Fals an Indonesian singer-songwriter Times™Magazine named me “A Great Asian Hero”.
While I was 18 formed a group band named Amburadul, released an album “Perjalanan”
Associated acts were so Kantata Takwa, Swami reprised reputation as a Country Protest singer
Name at born really “Virgiawan Listanto” from within Jakarta, Indonesia
Forward first son, Galang Rambu Anarki born. One of Fals' best-known songs, Galang Rambu Anarki, was written for his son's birth.
Anak Wayang song (1994) (as part of Amburadul group)first song Perjalanan (1979)
Lyrica themes been compared to Bob Dylan, a key influences songs observational and or political
Sing Sarjana Muda descriptive documentary lyrics, heavy use of harmonica also features country-style banjo and violin
Iwan Fals is an Indonesian singer– Born: September 3, 1961 (age 57 years)
8/24/19
For My Upcoming Birthday (09-03) Celebrity - Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Arising from that which one view is pit
A distant seed close Ye appear Star
An Infinity for together though forever apart
A pictured path clear, still remains dark
This be Ye one true Yin and Ye one true Yang
The pendulum true, does swing back and forth.
Observational circumference silent at poles center
Breathing in, breathing out
Universal, universes be
I Am
Lighthouses are said to be adventurous when going out for a party. They leap, spin and are generally wild upon the dance floors. But a large bank building with over fifteen floors is gifted at ballet and a ballet is not a bullfrog belching, a brilliant blooming blossom, nor is it a birthday balloon. It is to be said that on arriving in the kitchen one must wear several silver baubles on one's head then wobble around and around making sure that the noise is sufficient to drown out the washing machine, snoring pig, taps, and the cooker. How absolutely marvellous that is then. Exquisitely enquiring each earthly evidential éclair. But eating of currant buns should nit take place after midnight for the eyes of currants are quite charismatic and can chant charms to overloaded tins of fruit mix. Haha the wide angled view of a perimeter is laughing at the central observational otters. And the crested glass is linking arms with a baking tray dressed in a tiara and floaty skirt. Skim then. Xxxxx totalitarianism z z z z z at four biscuits past eighteen seagulls in a kitchen cupboard.
I love laughing with you,
The mirrors in your gentle eyes reflecting a foreign smile
A smile only you can conjure with your awkward charm
I can see playfulness, desire, and hesitance fluctuate in your pupils
And the silent moments when we do touch,
I bask in the feelings of magic trepidation
I search your thoughts, and you wander mine
Sometimes we beam, when we discover a mutual thought
You try to cover your face when the laughter escapes,
But you cannot escape my gaze,
My observational craze
Always craving the next anticipating haze
When laughter dies,
The trialing and testing begin
And I try to remain sane where saneness cannot thrive
That is when you hold on to me
Your hand slowly clasps mine
In this moment, you chase my thoughts,
Searching for the need in my eyes
I know you find it, for I have found yours
A bridge from colloquial to courtly
fare
A span where idealism and fantasy
pair
A railway to the existential realm;
celestial lair
A conduit through which rational
discourse can flare
Deep medium to: forage, inculcate,
and inform
Broad brush to paint rare beauty;
sculpt surrealistic form
Incisive scalpel to surgically alter
the societal norm
Delicate utensil to educate on
civility and decorum
A literary organ; a prosaic construct
A mechanism our syntax to
deconstruct
An analytical tool; an observational
viaduct
Introspective milieu to reduct;
extrovertive sphere to reconstruct
A semantical edifice that aspiring
wit, lofty orations implore
An experimental structure
gramatical anomalies to explore
A thematic repository in which
concrete ideas, abstract notions to
pour
A vernacular cathedral butressed by
an idiomatic core
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