Everyone's heard the story
Of how the world began
How God created all in seven days
On the seventh day He took a restful stand
And God said "let there be light"
On day 1 God said "let the darkness
Divide from the light"
On the left darkness was the vast universe
The light was the promise of a bright future
And it took its place on the right
ON day 2 God divided the water
Seven times to make the seas
From it came the mightiest rivers
And the tiniest streams
On Day 3 God divided the valleys
From the peaks
Up grew the green grass and the
Yellow flowers (the beauty of nature
That everyone seeks)
On day 4 God divided the brightness
He made the sun, the moon and the stars
He sprinkled the stars against the night
so that to reach them
Never seemed very far
On day 5 God divided His praying hands
To cover the empty land
Fish swam the rivers
Beasts roamed the prairies
Birds flocked together in a strand
On day 6 God divided "lonely" from "life"
He scooped up the clay to make a man
And a rib from man's side made his wife
On day 7 God rested
(I'm sure He thought about all He'd done
and thought it would be the perfect place
to raise His only Son)
From love, from hope, soft
Words flowing from the spirit
Graceful, gentle, warm
Moments to expose the soul
Who hears of love’s quiet glow
A slow swim through clouds of consciousness.
My wife said I had lost a day,
but I was timeless, though as my mind moved,
so did the world,
I travelled by ever clearing thoughts,
over distant skies and far mountains,
the earth was beautiful and without fault.
I was weightless, but not insubstantial,
for gravity simply lightened spirit and will,
a gentle force
moved me to wherever I desired to go.
When the nurse appeared, her words were alien,
her angelic speech created only for celestial tongues.
My wife's voice was sweet and as musical
as a Sufi prayer.
I was told later that I just groaned loudly,
complaining that
my ass was sore.
Ego rested, life is but play
We live in the moment
Rapture rises, we gently sway
Free from lust sediment
No memory recall
Here and now is the all
Ensconced in a bliss squall
Feel joy crested
Ego rested
04-January-2023
Quietus
The unwavering faith molds the mind
for its inward journey to the eternity,
life turns into a turbulent river,
the currents of contemplation interlace,
and carry the elements of innate reflection.
The ultimate merger with the serene sea,
shaping the fathomless soul,
manifests in the final amalgamation
with the aspects of infinite bliss,
sublimating the essence of mental motif.
The swirling currents of the vagrant mind
find the course of introspection to the absolute
through the layers of consciousness,
disappear in the shade beneath the divine lamp
that illumines the swathe of dark acuity.
The soul then shines in the spiritual glow,
reflecting the patina of the perception lotus,
as the self-searching comprehension odyssey ends
in the seamless sanctum of the supreme,
the oneness configures into thought rested awareness.
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December 11, 2022
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Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Sans thought who are we,
as we feel and see,
allowing soul's mind
to be love aligned?
Ego seeks to size
but let's realise
that analysis
is paralysis.
With thoughts left behind,
there's no ego bind;
we then can embrace
inpourings of grace.
Devoid of mind snare,
we’re truly aware,
animated thus,
where no fears nonplus.
Rapture of bliss beats,
cadence that repeats,
a blessing divine;
ours if we align.
Let us take a chance
in void centric stance,
releasing knowing;
in bliss mists flowing.
Oh hermit, know this,
we’re love, light and bliss,
three fold flame of Christ,
heaven’s zenith height.
10-December-2022
the mind is forever busy
planning - doing - pushing
self absorbed
scattered
personality driven
to be soul driven
focus on the breath
slow down and empty the mind
to silence and stillness
allowing
e x p a n s i o n
of awareness
insights come
unbidden and dreamlike
from a place beyond time
connecting with the external and eternal
all-that-is
I hope and pray
Was brighter
And may your slumber be well rested
And that you were extra blessed
May He bless you, as Well?
4/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
shift from a doer discerning
to an observer observing
needs laying to rest, memory
likewise all thought form imagery
imbibing bliss enlivening
28-July-2021
I heard of a fella named Roger
Who had the most ginormous todger
Guys envied his dong
(Twas twelve inches long)
Six widows now share Rodger lodger!
These widows don’t charge Roger rent
But night after night Roger’s spent -
This randy young chappy
Sure makes these gals happy
I’m surprised his todger’s not bent
05/17/21
Just as fire is a good slave but a bad master, our power to reason, analyse and discern is both liberating as well as confining. Relying upon experience, memory and vicarious knowing, thoughts as deductive intelligence, that dissect and bisect are useful only for functioning in the external domain of transience, as we navigate earth life. However, to harness the world within, we must necessarily rest the instrument of thought, shifting into deep inner silence, connecting instead of grasping, embracing instead of striving, one with the pulse of universal consciousness. As we be, so we are. As we are, so we become. We be to become.
pristine awareness
soiled not by narrow thought forms
sat-chit-ananda
18-April-2021
Moments of reflections - Haibun poetry contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Comfort rise
No enemies
For centuries
God reward
To help us push forward
Keying with heart
Is a worthy art
Second chance at life
Never chose to think twice
Through courage you have witnessed
True forgiveness
My beautiful destroyer of sin
Travel the world to see what should have been
Shine for your Savior
Welcome your adventure
Heal the broken hearts
Who bared the marks
Through imbalance
Find balance
Ease the shakiness
Enjoy your happiness
Self discipline
No more sins
Prayers referred
Through love you were heard
Feeling complete
You are now firm on your feet
No worries to your future
We pardon the sutures
Hard at work
Equal perks
Perfection through song
When notes belong
God wins
It begins
“Having fallen, we rise by aligning
Devoid of resistance, simply flowing”
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Cessation from thinking is essential
Yet maintaining our heightened awareness
Meditation: glimpsing Gods miracles
Innate to us, is silence and stillness
Alive in the void within, so vibrant
Emptiness throbbing with bliss in fullness
Each heartbeat felt, divinely radiant
One with the flow, in quiet surrender
As we shift into quiet alignment
Endless Gods blessings, beheld in wonder
Bliss renewing within, as soundless thunder
24-December-2020
"I have two big toes,
two pinky toes
And two bunions
and I should I walk or run
Where's my platform shoes
Or should I just lay on my heels
I have 2 eyes
Yet, I see naught
My pupils are not in class
And my legs are restless
Am I asleep
I'm just laying on my heels
I have a throat and a mouth
and my vocal cords vibrate yeah!
I have a speech impediment
And I stutter
And my breath is like warm butter
I have 2 eyes
A nose and a mouth
Now all body functions rested
I am infested with the sleep I rest I'm rested
I'm just laying on my heels"
"All body functions have stopped none of which are not moving don't be derailed I'm not fooling don't be saddened be glad because my true self is not here it's risen"~
11/30/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
good morning all
here is another entry to express I hope everyone is safe
at the present time I still remain from reviewing to which I am sorry
I'm certain I am missing wonderful work
I have just read an entry by Anil Deo and this is my response below
to Anil and to everyone
may we all endure and have rested wings
thank you
peace and safety to all
"rested wings"
as each butterfly lives and breathes
roaming life with all she sees
the strongest among them must pause
they endure with rested wings
for a bird who flies far and wide
gliding along skies high above seas
knows his strength to gracefully sail
must remain sound with rested wings
for our souls and for our hearts
living under darkness or stress
the mightiest within us can fall
with rested wings we stand tall
SkyWatcher
04-24-20
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