My spirit,
Incinerated.
Its ashes
Descend back into
That dark crater:
That inky opaque abyss,
Where the slightest din
Is swallowed,
Where that one fragment of light is asphyxiated,
Held down,
Stripped and raped from its alluring, golden iridescence.
It drowned in its own tears
And then scattered across its own grave.
They turn their backs
With apathy entrenched into their depths:
The reason for my oblivion
Amidst illusions of eternity, do they fear death or the loss of vanity,
walking through existence, raising fragile monoliths of silent legacy,
believing their names will echo through the ages, as if permanence were a gift,
not a delusion woven from desires, a dream lost under a bitter sky.
But history erodes with precision, turning emperors into mere footnotes,
changing scholars into misattributed quotes, shadows lost in the night,
if even the architects of civilizations succumb to silent oblivion,
why would they assume exemption, when time steals everything and erases all?
Do they fear death, or the realization that they were never essential,
that they are but echoes in the shadow of eternity, whispers lost in a forgotten tale,
facing the truth that we are all fleeting, like leaves in the foreign wind,
that the need to matter becomes a whisper of powerlessness, a dream at the dawn of destiny.
It's a brand new year,
only a few hours old
and I have hope
that it will be better
A clean slate,
without any new
problems so far,
but old problems prevail
My heart is still heavy
with my son's mental
health condition and his
unwillingness to get help
The heaviness of harsh words
from family members
who are sure I am handling
the situation poorly
Feeling lonely on this hard
journey because I can't do
anything to really help, yet
I can't stand back and do nothing
The feeling of powerlessness,
because he is an adult and
legally, I have no rights,
yet he carries a piece of my heart
That only a mother understands,
that goes with a child when they are
born and they carry that piece of
their mother's heart their entire life.
Power is a mighty powerlessness.
Power is a hamstrung powerlessness.
A desperate power is the beginning
of the end of powerlessness.
A dominant power is an impuissant
chimera.
Power is a reflective powerlessness.
Unrequited life is an unwavering powerlessness.
A supine powerlessness is a source of unfortunateness.
September 10 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 37-39
Key Verse – Ezekiel 37:6 And I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live; and ye shall know that I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PUTTING BREATH IN US
Praise be to God for putting breath in us to:
Redeem us by His grace along His mercy
Refresh us with His goodness and might
Restore us toward His guarded molding
Revitalize us against grievous misery
Revive us for grand ministry
Ezekiel 38:23 Praise be to the Lord for magnifying Himself:
Manifesting His majesty and magnificence
Melting our masks of mythical mentality
Mentoring over our mobility’s motives
Mounting toward His miracles
Monitoring our morality
Ezekiel 39:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
inspiring us to glorify Him against:
Polluting problems
Prideful perversions
Propelling powerlessness
Purposefulness’ proddings
Preferences presenting no peace. Amen!
September 10, 2024
Ignorance is a lie;
A construct of entitlement.
Separation is a lie;
A construct of inflated ego.
Hatred is a lie;
A construct of self-directed loathing.
Powerlessness is a lie;
A construct of apathy.
Racism is a lie;
a construct of ignorance.
Entitlement is a lie
A construct of degradation.
Death is a lie;
A construct of embedded fear.
Poverty is a lie;
A construct of perverted power.
Dominance is a lie;
A construct of perversion.
Construct: A complex image or idea formed
of a number of simpler images or ideas.
Reconstruct: rebuild from the ground up.
Thoughts are things, and words have power to transform;
A construct of enlightenment.
Chula Fleming© 11/16/2017
July 21 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 27-29
Key Verse – Proverbs 27:11 My son, be wise, and make my heart glad, that I may answer him that reproacheth me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXHORTING US TO BE WISE
Praise be to God for exhorting us to be wise
and to make His heart glad by our:
Faithful service
Fervent sacrifice
Fruitful salvation
Fulfilled spirituality
Faith-fixed stewardship
Proverbs 28:25 Praise be to the Lord for
encouraging us to put our trust in Him despite:
Poverty preventing driven prosperity
Pretensions propelling dominant pride
Pessimism pulling down our performance
Pestilence pushing doubts toward progress
Powerlessness pricking determined prayerfulness
Proverbs 29:25 Praise be to the Saviour for
guarding us by His safety as we:
Seek His Word
Serve Him willingly
Stick to His worthy ways
Shine by His wondrousness
Settle in His wisdom and work. Amen!
July 21, 2024
In fiery red costumes, anger dances fire ablaze.
Anxiety, pain, and isolation, from within, gaze
Garlands of skulls, bones, and spun veins are worn invisibly.
Bloody tongue ladle, like that of a hound, quizzically
Irritability, stress, and strain are in full posture.
Arrogance, annoyance, and aggression are their gestures.
Hostility, powerlessness, and rage in ballet blend
Assumptions amalgamate with negative assessments.
Veerbhadra, Narasimha, and Mahakali unite.
With Lyssa, Medusa, and Nemesis, they seem to fight.
As the butterfly and dragonfly metamorphosis
The dance of anger ends with a congruous catharsis.
Judgments based on one's perception.
Others are a mirror of one's self
Reflections in the mirror are captured by one's thoughts
I am lovely
I am unlovely
The World is Glorious
The World is miserable
The sky is blue
The sky is grey
Earth is transitioning
Earth is stagnant
The mirror reflects empowerment
The mirror reflects powerlessness
What you perceive
is what you believe
An image of your world is beliefs
Change your beliefs
Change your world
Power is dynamite
Power is unleased
Unleased for evil
Unleased for good
Good brings joy
Good brings love
Love is of God
Love releases
Releases happiness
Releases freedom
Freedom to live
Freedom to be responsible
Responsible in relationship
Responsible in life
Life opens doors
Life for living
Living is a joy
Living each moment
Moment slowly make minutes
Moment do make hours
Hours to use gifts
Hours to understand
Understand oneself
Understand others
Others are important
Others make secure
Secure in life
Secure in all
All aspects
All that's worthy
Worthy ideas
Worthy duty
Duty of motherhood
Duty of home
Home is where the hearth warms
Home fills the heart
Heart filled with good
Heart filled with sympathy
Sympathy for situations
Sympathy for one's position
Position of underling
Position of powerlessness
Powerlessness at home
Powerlessness in business
Business of the world
Business of management
Management unrequited
Management of strength
Strength
Unrequited
Is it owing to my age? Or power and position?
Am I, in my furnace of self-forsakenness, burning?
Have others abandoned me? Why's there no recognition?
In isolation, as flesh in a frying pan, I'm churning
Where is my imagination now, as a poet, gone?
Why are these thoughts on the absurdity of existence?
Why for the spilt milk of powerlessness praxen I mourn?
Why should weaknesses over my firmness have persistence?
Like a caterpillar pupating for its survival,
Or a person in a river swimming against the whirl
Each element around me seems to have turned my rival
Out of my fond Pandora Box, every evil unfurl
I know I am in between the devil and the deep sea
Honey dripping from far, yet, has become precious to me.
One discovers the essence of St Therese of the little flower by thinking
of all she represented. In book of proverbs, she inspires us:
"You that are simple, turn in here!"
The yearning for a simple life can be heard in many who desire a simple life of solitude and quiet. Many look for relief from a violent city and world steeped in advertising full of compulsion to grasp and consume. In the midst of everyday struggles & personal ambition, there is a quest for meaning. A longing to see beyond oneself. To view the world with compassion through the eyes of the heart. Beneath the belief that we can have it all as self-made human beings, is the recognition that in the end we are weak & powerless. Wise spiritual guides like Thérèse tell us to embrace our powerlessness & surrender it to what the Buddhists call "the Ground of our being, in Thérèse's Christian language, "the loving hands of God." This path is simple but not easy. Wise guides tell us that this journey is often, a lifelong effort.
She was a little flower plucked from the springtime of her life,
facing the mystical cross with courage as she embraced her fears & strife.
Innocent caring is taken for collusion.
Through silence, there is guilt.
Through guilt, there is a sense of powerlessness.
But in this room, we can stop the misremembering.
We can find fault in those old feelings.
There is something solid about the truth.
Unlike the wispy memories that are ruthless.
We resist keeping secrets in the place.
As I am forced to step out at the end of the hour…
I find that the protection from this room-
Follows me like the guilt.
The guilt I never intended to leave in that room.
Today was a relief, taking the step to send thank you cards to those on the front lines
It is so easy to be at home feeling a sense of powerlessness to help with all this
But the sun came out today and as bright as it shines,
Brought a new kind of action and a new kind of bliss!
Heidi Sands
4/6/20
He let me see his scars,
they was as deep as a bottomless ocean
Every day his demons played to dance
Like salt in the wounds, a pitiful truth
The dark voices he heard in the shadows
It was not an illusion,
he had heard them for as long
as he could remember
A pain so unbearable
and a horror that stuck in his soul
He had no power
to go in the hurricane's gust of wind
The weight bowl was rocking ...
not strong enough to handle it
A deep and confidential conversation
between him and me
I could feel the powerlessness
and the fear to say or do anything
which could make the situation worse
Was it enough to just be there ... show respect ?
At the same time accept the powerlessness
Reality had to exist somewhere
It requires courage to prove weak
He took his life two days later,
abrupt and brutal
A choice between the demons
and the deep blue ocean
The raindrops played a somber melody
Where was the light when everything got dark ?
In the days that followed, I cried
... until the well was dried
I was too young to understand
Rest in peace my friend
06/02/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen
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