Fireflies flicker like falling stars
that hover in a garden thick
with memories of times we spent
beneath a smiling moon.
Oak leaves gently ride the breeze
that softly blows its tender breath
and quickly dries the tears that fall
from sad and misty eyes.
Ghostly sounds of whistles blast
from ships now far away from shore,
their clearly outlined silhouettes
dark against the moonlit sky.
Thoughts congeal, a cold, hard mass
obstructs sweet memories of the past,
replacing them with vivid visions
of our last goodbye.
Eerie calls from gulls above
now echo cries within my heart,
its shallow beating reminiscent
of the pulse of time.
All too soon our love affair
became a part of fate's discards,
forgotten vows now languishing
beneath a distant moon.
It's never finished—
endless need for dab or daub
with ink, paint, still wet
pen and brush, quiver and quake
aching for last touché touch.
Mind waits, contemplates—
sees the flaws, fizz, flaunt, and seethe,
edges come undone,
making more space to be filled,
with more touché there instilled.
Smooth will not lie smooth,
each move runs against the grain
tremors spill lava,
each correction answers back—
it's never enough—touché.
Obsession obstructs
the path towards completion,
becomes a minefield
of bits missing in action,
cowardly in dissension.
There's fingerprint smears
on every surface, shined clean
to show perfection—
obsession won't rest until
each shine shows more hidden rust.
At last, the step back—
but the work clings on, and on,
it won't—can't let go
obsessed with never-ending
contraire touché affair.
Beyond The Veil
I recall the day I accepted Christ
It's now been many years ago
I've studied His Word along the way
Attempting His message to bestow
There have been hills and valleys
As along this path I've trod
I've learned to cling to His promises
And let Him be my staff and rod
Some things I do not understand
By faith, I must rely on His Word
And trust that His plan is best
When various issues seem blurred
It's as a veil obstructs my view
Making it hard to comprehend
But when I study Psalm seventy three
Verse seventeen, will my anxiety end
I know that soon, the day will come
I'll lay this earthly mantle down
Now, I find consolation in the fact
Then, I'll be homeward bound
A veil will no longer obstruct my view
Then, I'll meet Him face to face
That which is faith, will then be fact
Because of His "Amazing Grace"
By: Colan Hiatt
When you loss a loved one
Everything you shared together
Begins to fade away
The memories you created together
Will always hunt you
Because memories always
Bring back memories
Some would bring you melodies
Which acts as a medicine for relief
Some would bring you sorrow or agony
Making your heart heavy
Disrupting your mind
It obstructs your vision
Causing division
One who was visible, now invisible
Two that was together, now apartheid
One who was by your side
Now in the other side
Where there was company
Someone to vent to, when wary
Now void, and filled with worries
Life becomes unbearable
Leaving you vulnerable
Making your life miserable.
Every moment we have, it’s not ours to idle away,
It’s not ours to cosy in slumber,
The night is not faceless,
And the day is not merely a superficial series of events.
We walk through a door leading to others connected in time,
Mystery intertwines with these connections,
We search for answers that plunge us deeper into the mystery’s wormhole,
Each piece leads to the next, but we’re yet to complete the puzzle.
Hope is the lamp that brightens our paths in the stygian night,
When the moon and stars are cocooned in layers of darkness,
When the susurration of the rivers plucks on the strings of melancholy,
And an oppressive heaviness obstructs the redemption light.
Every moment we have is ours to pursue our purpose,
Summon the elements to unveil the day’s splendour,
Uncover the treasures hidden in the night’s chamber,
Find guidance in the stillness of our souls,
Until we’re greyed and frayed by time.
May 7, 2025.
No earthly difficulties worthy of fear
As a person's sincere love is aqua regia
Even the gold is willing to be melted
Nothing obstructs the precious true love
Even stones are willing to be dissolved
For the purity of your dedication and love
By my son's case, I can precisely discern
Of the essence made by genuine souls
Of the golden sparks that wisdom sheen
And firmly sure of the mutual habitus
Of the sincerity, tenacity, and true love
The most valuable properties not own
Until golden heart has already grown
And enabling the flare of spiritual ripples
the fear of truth,
the fear of knowledge
obstructs human evolution...
It’s an inner voice that speaks to the mind,
Stripping it of every happiness to find,
It obstructs it from walking into the light,
Pervading its room with the night,
Oh, how the mind falls into the abyss of darkness,
Until there’s an earthly stillness.
November 3, 2024.
When the road you walk on
reaches its end,
And you find no other pathway,
Create a road,
But, don't quit.
When the stone of hardships
falls on you,
Lift it with patience,
But, don't quit.
If the darkness of failure
Engulfs your heart,
Light a match,
But, don't quit.
When a storm obstructs your path
Hold on
Take shelter
But, don't quit.
It's your resolve to fight all odds
Take a while
But don't quit
Don't knock me for opening doors
that lead to new
& different perspectives
We're all perceptions peering from
the inside out while
being viewed by other aspects
of ourselves
Shells of former selves fight for
relevance as the new
arises with a higher
intelligence
This battle continues under the
surface but is prevalent
& bound to be seen nonetheless
Much respect is given to those that
are able to overcome
this struggle by fighting
until the task is put to rest
Every door is a portal into a separate
reality the same as
wormholes lead to different
spatial mentalities
The definition of reality is a fallacy
but everything is both
true & farce
Foreign ideas spark conversations that
start a forest of fires but
this is needed in order to get
to the heart of the ire
Your mind is a park with many
trees so keep
control of the flame
as smoke obstructs vision
of roads & terrain
Good ideas go down easy like smart
water so absorb
this intellectual rain
if you're parched
Is it insane to want to leave a
box with all of its
walls & ceilings?
Or is it crazy to run in circles
just to suppress what
your heart & mind
are feeling?
The clock strikes four;
I’m never like before;
I’ve learnt to take life’s drink
Up to the lees from the brink;
Multiple layers of joy
Help me sail my humble hoy
In the midst of others;
I found life’s new colours;
The sun is about to wane;
Yes, he will come up again,
Again tomorrow,
Wiping each sorrow.
The “sunny spots of greenery”
Adorn the entire scenery,
Playing hide-and-seek;
Yet, how mild and meek!
Oh! How so mild?
Everything’s so wild
In this savage society,
Where there’s almost no gaiety.
“No sorrow! Have no sorrow!
I’ll come up again tomorrow.”
No sorrow but pure peace
In the lap of natural bliss.
So many sides we learn,
So many outlooks we earn
In life’s fathomless fountain;
Nothing obstructs as a mountain;
When we stay positive,
Without allowing vibes negative,
We can learn, we may earn
Wisdom; life never seems stern.
What if I don't want the
smudges off the shields?
Why should I seek what
races away from me?
Not all struggles are
worth the sweats.
Can I choose myself and
forget about how ironed
my shirt should be?
How laced my shoes are.
Can I embrace the empty feelings
of frustration? Build a pack alone,
set the sky on fire, sink in those rough
edges so it obstructs the reflection
because my view reminds me that
I'm not enough. Spent years
searching for lights, yet I stay darkened.
I looked back and everything changed, life afresh at its peak.
Can I choose to burn my wings
and accept my fate, a failure?
Maybe lie on the beach
sculpting fishes in my head.
Lit candles, twirl around
hoping it manifests.
Because in the end what
use are the strives?
The world remains numb,
my stress and worth, palliatives.
But then, what is purpose
without thorns?
What is pain without tears?
Mourn without death?
Maybe I can grow if I wither.
I should treat my losses
and bleeds like paints.
Wear a mask until I'm healed.
Stand on my ground,
clean the surface so I see
my mistakes, maybe a glow.
Trying to move the mountain, a daunting task I faced,
Only a few pebbles moved, the rest firmly in their place.
But undeterred, I ventured on, determined to achieve,
For I knew that with perseverance, I could surely succeed.
Yet in my dreams, I see another mountain, one of doubt,
A towering presence, casting shadows all about.
It obstructs the avenues, making progress hard to find,
But with clear communication and unwavering faith, we'll leave doubt behind.
In the realm of dreams, I encounter yet another sight,
A mountain of mistrust, shrouded in darkness and blight.
But trust can be built with reliance and helpful deeds,
Together, we can move this mountain and fulfill our needs.
No mountain is too high, no challenge too great,
For love's strength can conquer both time and fate.
With a shared belief and actions that align,
We can overcome any obstacle and let our love shine.
Access to the mind is not a herculean task,
Nothing obstructs her passage,
She doesn’t need to request the key,
Through the mind, she can go back in time,
She can unravel webbed mysteries.
Lifting objects is a feathered task,
They come to her at will,
She hauls them with ease,
Nothing stands in her way,
She pushes them away.
She possesses cosmic energy,
A fiery and indomitable force,
When unleashed it heightens her power,
If not controlled and curtailed,
Her dark side takes over.
So many voices occupy her mind,
Permuting them takes skill and effort,
Filtering them takes guidance,
Her teacher promised to help her
To channel her powers for the good of all.
September 19, 2022.
The Lord is my salvation and my light,
the stronghold of my life, whom shall I fear?
Protecting when the foe attacks by night;
the prayers of his children he will hear.
O holy Lord, my sin has been a veil,
a waywardness that blinds my eyes to you;
a poisoned cloud I willingly inhale
that dulls the spirit and obstructs the view.
One thing I ask, Lord; this is what I seek:
to gaze upon the beauty of your face.
The dark is often strong and I am weak,
remove this veil that I may see your grace.
Yet now we walk by faith and not by sight
until we see, with brand new eyes, your light.
a meditation on Psalm 27
written 16 Mar 2022
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