Emotions and images get lost in the meanders of my mind.
Quick, sit at your keyboard, the messages are impatient.
Lay down the ideas as one hangs a handkerchief on a clothesline.
Sentences crash onto the white of a page for a birth.
But before all that, weeks spent watching the world change.
But before all that, days and nights with opposing dreams.
Above all, writing lines of thought that will become tomorrow’s poems.
Above all, forcing the release of words trapped in a spider’s web.
A spark, a trigger will be the prelude to creation, its genesis.
Diving into the pantry — rest for ideas, for chimera, for every resonance.
Will you be a universe or an introspection, a flash or a revolution.
Despite this cerebral storm, visions collide: a mobilization.
Returning to origins, seeing oneself again as a child, sometimes a tree or an ocean.
Becoming a thinker or a moralist, finally not knowing, just searching oneself.
Feeling a kind of urgency to offer a message or a perception.
But before obtaining those epigrams that form a hymn,
Always — and above all — inspiration.
Joël Charvillat
Nothing makes me feel complete
Except when a grown man
Just tells me he understands and can relate
While another ran
Because he got that text
I'm sorry I'm late
Now the days are long
The nights are shorter as each one passes
I study life's element
Was he weak
Am I negative but I hold close
He that finds a wife finds a good thing
Obtaining favor in gods eyes
Maybe my baby daddy was not weak
To me ran
Yet still I stand
Tired broken disgusted
Not trusting
Fighting lust
I may never want to find the answer
A man who abandoned their child
Is that a man
Or someone who is just looked upon as WEAK!
higher heart and jugular notch
with third eye, crown and spine keep watch
on labours of bliss magnetism
igniting all nodes with love’s torch
as rapture spikes in body prism
we go beyond every known ism
that upon obtaining clear sight
we conjure our own aphorism
I have got it half right,
I took on board,
The advice from an educational video,
As part of my advanced leadership training as a Cub Leader,
Obtaining my wood beads.
The video showed a clued up boss,
Talking about catching his staff doing things right,
And the lengths he went to catch them in the act.
I took that on board,
With my abilities to get the best of any staff,
Especially relievers,
As I did a lot of relieving as an ECE Teacher,
Including as relieving supervisor.
Yet when It came to,
Catching my now ex wife doing things right,
I never quite transferred the skill to that area of my Life.
Maybe it is not too late,
To do better at it in my next relationship,
As at 72 I am still a spring chicken,
With my marbles only slightly chipped.
According to my doctor,
And the test I aced to prove it.
.
On the journey to faith and understanding
There are places where we must not stay
Temporary temptations of past mind transforming
Where the old to the new finally gives way
If our cries of pain can become song
Then Power of the Prince of Peace
Will carry us from these petrified forests forlorn
To a new found hope filled release
Then will we arrive on the fragrant palm lined shore
Where the bees make honey from the orange blossom
And the petrified pine is no more
Here the pain of longing into obtaining turns over
Among the rows of cactus and lime
Where the cows eat up the clover
And the sea waves count out the time
Here faith turns into knowledge
And the cold wind of death into life’s melody
That saves
D on't get it twisted,
I t is
V ery clear why programs like this even
E xisted!
R eaching goals and obtaining any type of
S uccess was hard when sex, skin and orientation came
I nto view.
T ribulation and strife was in heavy supply for the old and the
Y outh.
E very day we should fight for everyone to have the
Q uality of life that is truly humane and
U nderstand that although that might not look the same for everybody
I t should feel like
T hey're living and breathing the same good life as their fellow man.
Y ou shouldn't have to scrape
A nd claw to do
N othing but simply exist.
D enying or closing our eyes to bias and systemic bigotry
I s not the answer and takes us
N owhere.
C alled are we all to truly
L ove another and to hate what is evil.
U nique opportunities arrive when we
S ever ties with
I deas
O f hatred and disdain.
N othing but truly loving each other as God loves us can change hearts and minds.
Since before I could pen my words;
my thought's had always rhymed,
I know it may sound absurd,
it's the place's that I've climbed ....
High into the cloud's,
or on a secluded path ;
obtaining knowledge of,
My Love , anger and wrath....
Though that's not who I am ,
there are parts of me that seem;
whether they been gathering dust or not ;
Always come out with a gleam....
I've sat beside these Beast of change;
like a whisper I do know,
there is nothing that can rearrange;
what deep inside does flow......
Once a way is found to tame,
anger and its toils ;
one has to only claim ;
The Victory of his spoils .....
Original : 10/13/2025 on the app free minded ... just now at 1:42 EST
Depending upon words as symbols employed,
we may label the absolute Self as God,
the substratum of existence unalloyed,
recognised in staid silence when heart has thawed,
that pristine presence, no longer by thoughts toyed,
dissolves all opposites, giving love our nod.
Everything that exists, is but God’s heartbeat,
mirrored as bliss heat that makes us feel complete.
In meditation space and time disappear,
where all that exists is the Self as God’s flame,
renewing itself in itself without fear,
Absolute Self motionless, always the same,
highly dense bright darkness and as we draw near,
we see the ultimate truth in life’s end game.
Obtaining clear sight, the mind of our heart knows,
that we are all in the boat God Himself rows.
relinquishing feeling of thought ownership
silence is our default orientation
innate vibrance of consciousness our worship
the void of cessation our meditation
bliss in permanence is then our heart’s flagship
obtaining the power of bilocation
doing nothing yet as all doings are done
recognising clearly God and we are one
Reflection. What is it to you?
Reflection. What is it to me?
To me, it is a look back into yesterday
In search of ancestral wisdom.
To me, it is a beneath the surface consideration
Of my present situation in hope of obtaining
Gratification and a measure of growth herein.
To me, it is a hopeful and visual anticipation
Of a better tomorrow.
To me, it is like consuming a refreshing drink
Of cold water on a hot summer day.
To me, it is a look within in search of my What,
My when, my who, my where, my why, and my how.
To me, it is a careful and prayerful gaze within
That I may uncover the three dimensions of time
And catch the reality of God through Christ.
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God, the Absolute is unknown to mind,
yet since He alone is, the all there is,
in staid silence, leaving concepts behind,
feel the joy in our heart, as His bliss fizz.
God is the all, so He must be within,
so with thoughts rested, let’s shift to the heart,
prayerfully merging, melding therein,
led by love, sensing bliss ignition start.
We see our true Self as a glowing light,
awareness self-aware, feeling no lack,
obtaining what is sought, as our birthright,
assured that God has always got our back.
Self dwells in the heart and God dwells in Self ~
Poised in the void, life flows on by itself
I’ve never dined on caviar,
The finest instead, a Mars bar.
No palace key for this housing Czar
Sip water alone, not at a gilded bar.
The challenge must be taken on the chin
And not merely with audacious spin
A moratorium won’t fix the cause
Of that usurious interest clause
And gestures from the righteous
To address this crisis
Have long past worn thin
Though life is well-equipped with knocks
Nonetheless, the misery clocks
And platitudes from a soapbox
Won’t outfox a notice
Sliding through the letterbox
There’s no bright light from the corporate sphere,
Shining down on hardship, here
Though those with good jobs try to spread cheer
Their lives are not as good as they appear
With some sleeping in a car
Obtaining meals from Spar, just near.
The Eternal Holy Spirit is Eternal God and the 3rd Person of the blessed Eternal Trinity
The Eternal Holy Spirit is the love between the Eternal Father and the Eternal Son
The Eternal Holy Spirit sanctifies souls through the gift of grace
The Eternal Holy Spirit gives us grace which is Father Christ’s life in us
There are 2 kinds of grace Sanctifying grace and Actual grace
Sanctifying grace are
1st Makes us holy and pleasing to Eternal God
2nd Makes us adopted children of Eternal God
3rd Makes us temple of the Eternal Holy Spirit
4th Gives us the right to Heaven
Actual grace is a supernatural help of Eternal God which enlightens our mind and strengthens our will to do good and to avoid evil
All the special helps that Eternal God gives are Actual graces
He gives us these helps when we need them and as long as we need them
The principal ways of obtaining grace are prayer
And the Sacraments
Especially the Holy Eucharist or the body of Father Christ
As energy accumulates,
It also creates,
Operates,
In different states.
Obtaining traits,
Learning to propagate,
Designing a substrate,
Continuing to circulate.
It starts to vibrate,
Concentrate,
Learning to duplicate,
A code to translate.
A way to activate,
And begin to animate,
As the air mutates,
Into shapes that fascinate.
Molecules starts to migrate,
As they rotate and calibrate,
Delegate and designate,
Into something great.
One able to captivate,
Encapsulate,
A being to dictate,
How its energy will create.
Prone to weigh and size,
we stifle surprise,
of bliss magnetism,
in body-mind prism.
Thought opaques soul’s light,
a blockage, our blight,
which when we release,
life flows on with ease.
Watch how dreams unfold,
as stories retold,
in which love’s bliss squall
melds us with the all.
If we be but still,
voids in heart will fill,
revealing God is
light and love’s bliss fizz.
Feeling not thinking,
focus unblinking,
obtaining clear sight,
we behold His light.
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