in moments when unfocused is our gaze
yet our attention is animated
the veil of space thins wherein if we laze
with no agenda by presence stated
the pulsations of bliss unabated
positions us in peace tranquil and deep
readying us for a consciousness leap
in defending bastions which are but smoke
we play the game inane of make belief
sacrificial fires continue to stoke
to examine the depths of human grief
presence remains still endlessly waiting
as polarities orbit tranquil heart
compassion quells desires unabating
readying consciousness for a fresh start
limited by space and taunted by time
an illusion which we have so conjured
where freedom lies in creating a rhyme
pulsations of love in heart go unheard
no narrow agendas are now tabled ~
veil thinned, bilocation is enabled
What are the attributes of a Christian fellowship.? What does your Church
Act in.? Do you have a head.? And the
Tail.? Healing, tongues, wisdom that will
Not fail.' Genuine instruction with only God
As leader and King.' Is humbleness prized?
In this time of deception, are you readying
His bride.?
I planted my seeds
I tilled the soil plot
Removed skin layers
Unlocked all my locks
I created new friends
I lost some old ones
Prayer and faith remain
God’s working in the dark
Do I celebrate early?
I pray to control pride
True hope should not jinx it
Readying His miracle
The distant touch of an ocean breeze
Softly caresses an eager awareness
A tease upon the tip of the tongue
The silence of a now idle flag
Inhaling the heaviness of the moment
Readying itself for the coolness of her kiss
Savoring the humid aroma of its nearness
Succumbing to the Summer’s humid need
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©1/18/2026
Start a new year before the year arrives
Momentum starts with our inside minds
I took a week before 2026’s first peak
To make sure the wind carries my feet
Instead of charting a new goal post
I’m readying for surprises with a toast
Let God sort it out
Let God clear my doubt
Excited for growing pains
Excited for unexpected gains
We survived 2025 didn’t we?
Pass the mic to 2026, our new emcee.
drifting through swampy marshlands of desire ~
time taunts readying the funeral fire
she could hear the skittering and scratching around the oak
her allies and army were readying themselves, squirrel folk
She had been raised by them after being abandoned by man
Squirrels were at her ready, when she gave the command.
Some call her Anguish, but she is truly full of love and joy.
She had been raised by the curly-tails, a young girl and boy.
They showed her how to use her feet to run around trees.
Living in the forest with these creatures, was a breeze.
Squirrel Girl was ready to begin her new battle cry.
Thanos was after her, and she kind of knew why.
She had bested him along with her squirrel friends.
The confidence she had was enormous, it would never end.
He spoke after hearing them
He had been sitting on the
Patio he would have guessed
Midway through the conversation
He to his phone out to record the
conversing women.
Ten minutes of recording he stopped
and lefted. He went to the shed he had
converted into a room He sat at the
Desked and caught the first year from
Falling from his eye. He picked up his
Pencil and began to write.
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A man got no business
Being unloved
Excepcally with a guy
Like me
Guess I am readying to
be by myself
Tryna not let this get
the best of me
If our love is strong enough
Maybe we'll be alright
I hope to God we aren't through
If I've just wasting time
I need to know what I'm going through
Bad Advice for me might
The right advice for her
Wish I knew what she's gonna do
Wasted time if what I heard is true
cool heat suffuses palms and soles of feet
readying us here on earth for action
poised in the void, we follow love’s bliss beat
as God weaves magic that soul gains traction
with boons of grace we feel satisfaction
a secret between God and us alone
as heart lotus blooms; living light full blown
I had big plans today
so far, I have accomplished none of them.
I hope to do a better job tomorrow.
Going on a six-hour trip interstate to interstate.
driving from Kansas City to Iowa City to see my twin sister.
The ultimate goal is to celebrate our 73rd birthday together.
I am resting up today, readying myself for this horrific car ride.
desert sand kicks up with a mind of her own on occasion
nomads know to wear scarves and layers in which to hide
camels shield them from her wrath, when she turns full blown
ruins in the distance hold a secret scroll, her exact location hidden.
the scroll seeker opens up his map, searching for clues
terrible treacherous sandstorm is approaching from the east
he can tell by the brightness of the sky, she means destruction
wanderer on camel settles down next to the ruin, readying himself
Getting up after the fall,
Standing again and accepting the call.
Giving it the proverbial "college try"
Burning the midnight oil and remembering his "why"…
Standing in the batter's box again after strike three
Readying himself for another at-bat, standing as confident as can be…
Picking himself up off the canvas after the big left hook
Shaking the cobwebs and learning from the hit he just took
Getting back into the saddle after the bump and fall
Now, sitting upright in the stirrup and riding tall___
A trying man can never lose.
Sometimes, and quite possibly many times, he may hear the blues.
A trying man in public is a crying man in private.
He works and tries; he contemplates and cries quietly.
A trying man is willing to give it another go.
He still stands and smiles after receiving his thousandth 'NO.'
But lose, he just cannot.
Because he always aims for his best shot
In the end, a trying man can do nothing but win.
In the beginning and throughout, he never looked outside because he always looked within.
Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,
Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only half a month,
Tearfully I had to take a loan, with lot of hesitation,
Loan office quipped, “If you are not in debt, you are not an American”.
Years passed, took many loans, paid many,
Worked hard, made some money,
Family flourished, till all moved,
Now I am in an empty nest.
Now I get kissed daily by,
The passing breeze of awakening,
What good is life if it does not help anyone,
Needy need food, money to educate, keep them healthy.
When I sponsor few needy students to go thru college,
I am not helping just one, but generations to come,
When hungry get food, they become strong and get ready to work,
When sick gets better, their whole life sees wonderful future.
As for awakening, I am moving away from selfish life,
Wrapping up my earthly belongings,
Readying my one suitcase,
Never know when the call comes to leave the world.
The wind is readying himself for meadow and forest war
My trees are touching their roots
Robin nest is on the ground
Squirrels are scrambling
Wrens, sparrows and cardinals issue warning tweets and whistles
Urging us to take shelter before wind explodes with rage
Humans go to basements during tornadoes
Do birds fly off? Hide under moss or violets?
Frantic sounding tweets and whistles now
Tree branches are shaking the leaves faster than paper fans at church
A fast breeze parts my hair and wipes my cheek
The wind’s voice is persistent and clear
If you do not realize a tornado is heading to Kansas
You have never been inside a tornado
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