The undergarments rustled with sound nearby
Yellowed and stained from the year gone by
Beginning final travel
Drifting in the wind
Outlines left on walkways and cement
Changing canopies reducing shade
Raked piles
Smells of fall
As the undergarments rustled nearby
There I now have stars in mine hair.
Attained cosmic radiance beyond compare.
The light of the stars is now all mine.
Cosmos being shifted by my will so divine.
There I now hold the Suns in my hands.
Providing warmth and light to all my lands.
Photosynthesis one of many original laws,
I am simply a new goddess healing flaws.
There I now have the Moons atop my head.
Shifting the tides and oceans of all people.
Guiding in times of darkness and dread,
As I am purifying nights, purging all evil.
There I now hold the Earth in my arms,
As my prayers for every nation and child
Slowly unfold over time reducing the harms
And someday life will be more mild.
From the unmanifest all worlds arose,
with control delegated to a god,
who whilst shape shifting, can strike any pose,
to which heart feels drawn in mind-body pod,
that pure wisdom and power in us grows,
enabled upon giving love our nod.
The gods we believe in are everywhere,
so form or formless, as of free will pair.
God being the all, dwells in every form
and made in His image, we are as He
but the form we speak of is a bliss storm,
eternal living light, soul’s eye can see,
once touched by kundalini’s currents warm,
whereupon beyond concepts, we just Be.
Our being-ness thus, entwined with the all,
is complete freedom, our soul does recall.
At the crossroads, paths of seekers divide,
with a personal God, the choice for most,
whilst a few souls in the void wingless glide,
to freedom absolute as they so coast,
they find the highest God in heart inside.
Whatever be our path, first and foremost,
to be self-taught, we must first slow down thought,
reducing all fears and desires to naught.
J=Juniper berry oil for hair,
U=Urinary health wellness care.
N=Natural detoxifier if I dare,
I=Improving circulation with a prayer.
P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need,
E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed.
R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed.
He brings awful thunder.
With all his disdain,
he booms and he blusters
with words most profane.
Along with the thunder -
like sparks on a plain -
comes lightning that he
simply cannot contain.
Those blazes of hatred
that she can’t constrain
come suddenly! What
made him so inhumane?
Like crops set on fire -
her heart is the grain
reducing to ashes.
His rage is her bane.
A love once held dear
she no more can feign.
He feels this, and strikes her
again and again.
Along with the thunder
come torrents of rain.
She drowns in the hurt
from which he won’t refrain.
He’s vowed she will die
if she severs the chain
that binds her to him
in unholy pain!
She tried once to flee,
but it was in vain.
Control that is thunder’s
he’ll always maintain.
So pray for all women
within thunder’s reign -
that freedom from it
once more they’ll regain.
Meditation, is a medication for the soul
Catapulting you into realms of serenity
Giving clarity, to act in any situation
Meditation yields calmness
The remedy for a disrupt mind
Connects you with the divine
Enhancing a communion with the Almighty
Sanitizing your thoughts and emotions.
Calmness is prior
The sharpener of thoughts
Helps to make a decision
Improving your emotional regulation
Always enhancing your focus
Reducing your stress and anxiety
Making you bold and whole not old.
Meditation leads to calmness
Birthing self awareness
Eliminating all that no longer serve you
Aligning you with the present
Dissolving all negative thoughts and emotions
Making you patient and solid
Meditation is a medication for all spirituality.
When the purple turtle visits the supermarket the heels are worn in two. Heaviness and heaving are one and the same.
The exact trajectory of a star is never the same as reducing a pile of eggs to a penny and the wisdom of a wise willing charlatan is never to be trusted when dressed up as a fox.
The fox is not a fox for it is indeed pretence and as pretences are not pretty but pretentious it can be ascertained that a screwdriver can be a skewer for a meat pile of mametz can be a mammoth montage of mammals.
What can you say when you sleep with the hay asked the lime flea to the capon cabbage?
Social media
The X-twitter this morning was disappointing it consisted of 60% Musk and 40% Trump bragging about how great they are at winning the battle of saving America from the disaster of paying the poor too much and reducing medical aid to the old who must learn to fend for themselves It is tiresome to see the same triumphant smiles and one wonders if they ever sit down asking if their presence in the oceans of opinions matters do they doubt themselves, are they ever unsure if they might be wrong, is their preening too powerful an impregnable wall hindering them to have souls, drowning in the glare of self-love I pity them should they see themselves for what they are utterly pathetic humans a failure of creation by a god of wroth
Pearl is consider the color
That connects sky and ocean
Pearl believed to have the power
To help the wearer fight
The power of darkness
Bringing a feeling of cheerfulness
Comfort and happiness
Reducing negative energy.
Project 2025, a tale that some have spun
Of less government, and more to come
Disguising rules and mandates with an ease
Using more government the right does please
Reducing funds, saying to trim the U.S. core
Now watch as their power grows much more
From health to speech, their views will tread
With heavy hands, it’s their right they said
Contradicting the laws then to claim liberty
With their intentions saying it’s the right to be
Drafting freedoms, written down it’s clear
But it’s to continue their distributing fear
Controlling us with their very own vision
Promoting more, in this country of division
To oversee us, reigning us in, and then to bind
Are all contradictions they’ve carefully designed
a truth may as well be a lie ~ amid words acting a-priori
one goes for the visceral ~ luridly adding guts to be gory
two tries reducing terror ~ adaptation for the montessori
three wants to deny ~ with a false alibi in their inventory
most relevant side of any said story ~ evidence not glory
He took risks you might not have
Thinking that he deserved to beat the odds
Flames like heated fiery thorns
Eat through his flesh numbing as they go
In pain, he swirls, his muscles roil
He wishes, Oh he wishes it would end, be over
His burning enthusiasm is consumed and charred
Blackened by the flames of false expectations
Reducing now into a smoldering heap
After all, he did set himself on fire
Believing the illusions, the lies he told
For power, more power, grasping for it
As the dark smoke fills his lungs
Choking his life's last breath
Scoffing at man's inhumanity to man
Inhaling humankind's immolation
As if were not his fault at all
This man on fire could be you
And so, the soul crinkles up into a ball inside
What's left of you has no place to hide
145 words free verse
Colored Pencil illustration G.Gaul 2024
Reducing a book
down to one chapter
Reducing that chapter
to a paragraph honed
Reducing that paragraph
to one lasting sentence
Reducing that sentence
to a word
— truth atoned
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..
Who in truth we are, we know not,
no wonder then, we are fear fraught,
since it's certain we will soon die,
reducing consciousness to naught.
Save in moments when love draws nigh,
we rarely reach bliss rapture's high,
drifting rudderless in the void,
nurturing thoughts that makes heart sigh.
Day and night, by dark desires toyed,
negating truths sung by Pink Floyd,
we ponder how we may reclaim
light of soul, pure and unalloyed.
There's no use to play the blame game,
so fixating on God our aim,
upon melding our head with heart,
bliss then becomes our claim to fame.
No doubt silence is a learnt art,
causing bliss ignition to start,
revealing we are living light,
enriched on adding love to cart.
This is how we garner clear sight,
byte by byte adding bliss delight,
in cave of heart, where God resides,
who reveals His form, lustrous white.
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