A small path I see,
Inviting me with silent plea.
Yet unwelcoming are its looks,
Like the warnings in forgotten books.
The eerie silence that I feel,
Though surrounded by vibrant green,
Makes me wonder what is real,
And what this place might truly mean.
What could I do?
For it makes me shoo.
Yet despite its unpleasantness,
I find myself walking.
Wondering what I was thinking,
Yes—walking into it.
Moving forward are my feet,
Though I have no control of it.
Though my mind rejects,
My body projects
A will that is not my own,
Leading me deeper, alone.
All I could do was hope,
For I could find no rope
To hold onto,
No sign of my presence,
No reminder of my essence.
You stand aside harvesting fields wide-eyed.
To collect the sheaves of leftover grains
Tatters in your old robes you try to hide.
As though they're gold sticks, you pick the remains.
You work, you even beg for your mother.
She is old, sick, and might be dying soon.
I hear you also have a small brother.
I know you love him as though he's God's boon.
It's for them you've foregone all your joys.
As a victor, you've withstood despairs.
In words and deeds, you've a unique poise.
Your smile-filled service has surpassed your tears.
Your love pulls me, dear unheralded saint.
I love you as you defeat each constraint.
The sparkling dawn veneers my heart’s horizon with hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges of my timeless yearning,
paints a golden garden blooming with luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your astral floral face, I adore.
The patina of radiant rose flushes your cherubic cheeks,
glitters with the grandeur of resplendent pearls of dew,
rhapsody ripples in the mesmeric meadow of my mind,
my heart feels your allure, in the ether of euphoria I float.
In vivacious vale of mind contoured by your charm,
as I carve an ardent conduit of longing to reach you,
the fervent cloud of my craving melts in a torrent,
makes my love for you a cascading stream, I swim.
Pulled by the current of your charismatic magnetism,
my possessed passion sails to the moonlit bay of bliss,
where your love weaves the lattice of stars in my sky,
with their sequins you embellish my life to complete me.
In the hush, hush silence of a twilight eve
Heard the gentle crooning of a dove.
She was nestling close to her love.
What thrill its lingering echo did give!
It opened in me the inlets of delight,
When my heart was longing for love.
My blues, it did instantly shove,
Illumining my heart with blazing light!
The sight and sound of those birds in love,
Roused in me a throng of lovely sensation,
Making my heart and spirit rise in elation-
A presage of love’s fruition from Heaven above.
With their merry crooning that resounded from far,
In my heart, hope’s flame began burning bright.
I felt like swimming in the sea of delight,
At the thought, I would soon have my love near.
He makes me feel safe even in the storms of life.
In the thoughts of his presence, my heart takes flight.
When he holds my strings, I am like a well navigated kite.
As far as he is with me, I come through life’s every strife.
In every adversity, it is the hope of his love,
That pulls me and gives my heart a buoyant lift.
With the warmth of his love, from life, all dark clouds drift.
How I wish to be nestled close to him as this happy pair of doves!
Love has a gleam to warm and satisfy
to be bequeathed by hearts of gold
as this becomes a love to sanctify
to be a place of warmth while growing old
in a timeless journey so magical
Where hands are held in quiet contentment
When love becomes a realm so natural
And memories made are a covenant
As your love pulls me through the days we live
We have heard the sighs and cries we have known
and do not need to forget or forgive
in our sanctuary where love has grown
We have found the farthest edge of our dream
And came to feel as one with our love's gleam
Your love pulls me.
With your silent kisses as I dream of you.
Windblown tendrils of you rebuild anew.
Falling over and over in perfect love with your touch.
Under the yawn of the day and the freckled
Shade of the emerald spring sylvan tree.
Scent of flirtatious sandalwood
Zephyr sings an amorous lullaby sonnet.
Warming waves of ardent sunshine through our souls,
Flourishing a magical spell of endless hope,
Touched by dramatic beauty.
Amber harmonious palette:
Dawning of morning
Fights through window curtains,
Whitest lace of light.
My love in heaven,
Your heart still lives and warms mine.
Your love pulls me like the tide
That draws a drifting leaf to shore —
Not with force, but with a whispering hand of water,
Soft as memory, deep as longing’s core.
Your love pulls me like dawn’s first light
Over shadowed hills of doubt and fear,
Gentle rays spill — gold threads stitching day to night,
Turning cold grey skies to something dear.
Your love pulls me like a vine to sunlight,
Seeking warmth beyond the cracks in stone,
Roots reaching in silence — tender, urgent, unafraid —
Pulling fragile green through dust and bone.
Your love pulls me like a lantern in the dark,
Casting warmth upon the trembling walls of my heart,
Each flicker a promise, each glow a guide —
A soft beacon leading me out of night to start.
And I follow — drifting, climbing, glowing —
Because your love pulls me home,
Home to hope, home to warmth, home to quiet strength
Where my wandering soul finds gentle rest in your own.
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God, your love pulls me
not like rope,
but the ocean’s tide~
an undertow of grace drowning my resistance.
I am a kite~
you are the wind’s rough hands~
tightening the string, causing me to ascend.
I gasp, suddenly airborne,
carried swiftly into the air~
transformed and somehow lighter.
God, your love pulls me~
every doubt becomes,
a grain of sand washed clean
by your inexhaustible current.
every fear,
becomes a leaf shaken loose
in your mighty gale.
what am I, but a found thing?
your love is the compass needle
guiding me towards true north.
Pull me again, God~
I am yours to unravel.
Make me something
I do not recognize.
A weight so gentle, and a silent draw,
It starts within, defies natural law.
Not born of choice, nor reasonable thought,
But in the quiet lessons I’ve been taught.
By every glance, by every whispered word,
The only music my soul’s ever heard.
Why this one love a mystery so deep,
A solemn promise that the heart must keep.
It’s not perfection, but in fractured light,
The only beacon cutting through the night.
It mends the seams where I had frayed apart,
A perfect key, this one-of-a-kind heart.
While others fade like mist upon the stone,
This love remains my home, my only throne.
And how it pulls me with an unseen thread,
From dawn’s first light till the day has been fed.
It is the current, subtle yet so strong,
That rights my compass when the path goes wrong.
It doesn’t push with force or sharp command,
But tends to offer an unyielding hand.
A gravity that I cannot deny,
The air I breathe, beneath the endless sky.
I am the tide, commanded by your moon,
Lost within the rhythm of this ceaseless tune.
When you don't know what to do.
Open this and it will speak to you!
Don't listen to a Religious man.
Get a translation you can understand.
In Luke's book 24:45 you will find.
Jesus had to open the Disciples minds!
Without God, you won't understand.
This book is His spiritual rescue plan.
We're born spiritually dead, alive in flesh.
About God and this life, we can only guess.
Hearing, seeing, smelling, touch and taste.
Yet spiritually blind, the whole human race.
In a physical plane that is finite too.
But an infinite spiritual world is all around you.
Jesus said he came to give sight to the blind.
He's called "The Word!" cause he'll open our mind.
Just pick this book up at least 30 minutes a day.
"Open my mind and heart!" is what you should pray!
Suddenly the plain words on the pages come alive.
And your spirit within begins to thrive!
You'll see things are deeper than they appear to be.
Because God will show you what the "Doubting World can't see.
Our minds are blinded due to our sins.
Just repent, ask God for help and they'll reopen again!
Wisdom radiates from her eyes
She is eight; understands the world
Better than most, maybe better than all
She easily pulls me out of myself
Inez is hostile that she has to dress up for a prissy afternoon tea.
They braided hair and stuffed her into a gown designed by Lady Dee.
The gown is scratchy, lacy, stiff, fluffy, annoyingly so actually.
Fuming that she has to put up with this craziness, she begs to be free.
You are lucky to have such a gorgeous dress says her server girl.
Louise has an idea and shows her how the dress can swirl.
If you will trade places, I will be ever grateful forever she says.
The server girl is now dressed like the puffed up Miss Princess Inez.
Gurl, you’re becoming a memory now
One that I won’t care to miss
Gurl, you’re just becoming one of many memories
One I won’t miss anymore
You left, what do you expect
You’re just becoming one of many memories
One I won’t miss anymore
I pray that I’m stronger than your
Heartstring pulls
How you bring me back from your disappearance
No more
No
No
I pray that I’m stronger than your
Heartstrings pulls
who pulls our breath
and then exhales
rhythmically
by day and night
to find out
we follow the breath
becoming one with the flow
without interfering
silence
makes breath shallow
akin to sleep mode
in the waking state
if breath is erratic
it signals thoughts are present
so we keep watching
until all becomes quiet
we feel magnetism
and nodes within tingle
we celebrate without seeking
delighting in the play
we remain in the bardo
of object bereft no-thingness
feeling fontanel portal
throb with God’s vital force
the energy grid comes alive
soma nectar flows as it likes
grazing all nodes impartially
we become the current itself
in timeless time we return
opening our eyes slowly
feeling the humming renew
its divine caress so sublime
My friend Ben found a new position
He's whooping it up -- no inhibitions
I whispered, 'Not so fast'
'You think this one will last'
One year, twelve jobs ~ Ben's a real magician
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