she ran into my hospital room
no mask, no hazard suit, no footie slippers
I was stunned, shocked, surprised
The door has specific instructions
a large X
you cannot come in here unless you are suited up
I am contagious; there is a fear factor
You can’t be in here like that, I told her.
She was wearing a nun’s hat, looked like my 82 year old mother
Oh, honey, I am protected, she said.
“I came here to pray with you”.
She took my hand, we prayed
She giggled and ran out.
I have never forgotten this
or
how much she looked like my mother.
Thank you for protection,
As I make the corrections,
The direction I'm taking,
Is making me doubt the day,
I'm way out in left field,
Wielding my shield of truth,
My youth stolen by a lie,
I try to find a way home,
Roaming mostly alone,
Comforted by the unknown,
I've grown weary of outcomes,
Then out comes some tears,
Coming from all the fears,
Standing tall I'm still here,
I can't hear very clear,
A constant ringing in my ear,
I'm steering into a blind turn,
Yearning to see a sign,
Learning to be Divine,
Burning away the past of mine,
The design is always aligned,
Combined with the Source,
My course preselected,
A force divinely directed,
Protected by a universe,
Rehearsing an important role,
My Soul knows how this goes,
Protecting me from my foes,
I chose to shine bright,
Right through my dark night.
A sight for sore Eyes,
Surprising myself as I rise.
Cool lapping water
Gentle, floating, protected
Swimming, my safe place
When I dare to go deep inside
I get scared at what I might find
It’s not that I loathe myself
But I fear that if I expose myself
Nothing will ever be the same
When I go to that sacred space
Where no soul has ever dared to peer
A place where I long retired the key
I fear that once that door has opened
All will be in vain
When I go past that protected entry
I know that you are curious to see
It’s not that the sunlight will scorch you
I fear that the rivers might drown you
So that you no longer remember my name
In the midst of all evil, all you've ever seen,
I have protected you behind the scene,
As the world gets darker, and the light grows dim,
Your faith in me will grow deeper, fear cannot win,
Remember the reasons and your loving intent,
I will hold you during the times you see the opposite effect,
Know your placement is on purpose, and let your heart be still,
Look directly in my eyes all the time, and focus on my will,
'A land of milk and honey' *
not to be exploited for money
Goats and sheep were banned
from grazing and ruining the land
Bearded Sages, the environment protected
the profit motive summarily rejected
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*Numbers 14:8; Deuteronomy 31:20.
The Talmud records the ban on
goats, whose milk Ancient Israel
was 'flowing with.'
Your heart had many faces, some you hid very well,
You taught me how not to divulge, to save me from judgements hell,
Instead you put on a mask, silently siding with them,
To hide your hearts intentions, but that was then,
I never got offended, because I understood the confusion,
The pressures you had to endure in the face of this illusion,
You did what you thought was right considering where you were at,
What you didn't realize is who you were really protecting! What do you think about that?,
Your ego back then ran the show, and that was not the friendship I wanted,
So I walked away because I knew it would break my heart before it even started...
Unlovable opinionated Mr. Crow struts around like he owns the town
We love seeing him, he is always in a blue mood, his beak in a frown.
He owns the largest oak tree if you ask the other birds and me.
The rest of the crows dare not land on Mr. Crow’s protected tree.
Abusive rotations percolate
down; broken and cast away.
Warmth brightens in a moment.
Snapping heat darkens the next.
Even cooling age brings distant rage.
No escape from the Mighty God.
Hands cast out; reaching and grabbing.
Stones thrown in envious desire,
smash into hopeful façades.
Smooth faces burgeoning with life;
cast back into fiery birth.
Bright youth broken by wretched pain.
Hot, cracked, and without love.
Only shielding brother brings hope,
The Usurper; hated rival. Amassed;
gravitating influence challenging.
Absorbing spiteful stones of sterility,
a protector circling; back scarred,
power balances in the system.
Abused by their wretched God.
the Bohemian fortune teller smiled.
her dancing amber eyes were beautiful.
You have a spirit guide who loves you very much, she said.
She wants you to “hold on tightly to your dreams”.
My mother often said this to me.
I could not stop crying, feeling loved, honored and protected.
Unlovable opinionated Mr. Crow struts around like he owns the town
We love seeing him, he is always in a blue mood, his beak in a frown.
He owns the largest oak tree if you ask the other birds and me.
The rest of the crows dare not land on Mr. Crow’s protected tree.
when he was selected
eventually elected
to be protected
many things deny
of tissue need fresh supply
when she will cry and cry
when she wore pants suit
would have cost a lot of loot
bull she likes to shoot
what I must admit
from the scene he soon did split
when he had to quit
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We all will pass,
Through time’s immortal glass.
Life is but three trillion to one.
A magnificent gift.
To all who’ve won
A treasure trove
Of endless possibilities,
Mindful responsibilities.
To be cherished,
To be nourished,
Not perished.
Not to be taken,
Neither forsaken,
But to be awakened.
To be respected,
And protected;
Not neglected.
Mothers of mankind,
Give us peace,
Give us tranquility and serenity.
Bury our unkind deeds
Under mountains of seeds,
Our hearts do bleed.
Your one chance,
Make it dance.
Rejoice,
Rejoice in your Life.
Protected
I have a military compound
With barbed wire and
“No entry” signs all around
My heart
And am not ready
To start
To change my habits
Or take things apart.
My routines are calming and steady,
Though people say I’m a bore
I feel comfortably numb and secure
With the four locks on my door.
And if I have to brave the storms outside
Where I feel unprotected and unsure,
I keep my eyes focused on the floor
And know I can hide
Behind a mask and be safely obscure.
© Sangeet Portals, 01.2023
Horn haiku for this evening.
should stay protected
or will become infected
as was expected
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