In labyrinthine longing,
where my weary spirit
roams,
I seek an effervescent
haven to call my home.
A luminescent refuge where
the anxious heart finds rest,
Where benediction
whisper and the soul is truly
blessed.
Amidst the cacophonous
clamor of this transient
world,
Your peace, oh Lord, is an
opalescent banner unfurled.
A paradisiacal sanctuary,
inviolable and true,
Where tribulations dissipate
in the cerulean blue.
So let me be transfigured in
this hallowed, holy place,
A resplendent
convalescence wrapped in,
Your abounding grace.
a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation
I was the silence before the first breath,
the nameless spark when the waters were deep,
older than memory, untamed by death,
waking the quiet where centuries sleep.
No cage of bronze can encompass my reach,
no boundary bends the scope of my sight,
I am the ocean, the wave, and the beach,
the shadow that bends to give birth to the light.
I walk through the world, yet I am not the clay,
I am the fire that burns in the marrow,
the endless horizon breaking the day,
the flight of the bow, the space in the arrow.
Unbound and unformed, yet forever complete,
I step from the silence and step into song,
the void and the fullness where all rivers meet,
the place where the stars and the echoes belong.
I Am That I Am
The architecture of the flesh
may fail,
The skin unstitched, a frayed
and fragile veil,
Where silver staples close the
crimson seam,
And hold the borders of a
fractured dream.
We sit within the sterile, quiet
room,
Where shadows stretch and
heavy doubts loom,
Measuring life in sips of clear-lit
glass,
Waiting for the wilderness to
pass.
Yet in this crucible of ache and
bone,
A sovereign sanctuary is made
known.
I am the anchor in the shifting
deep,
The vigil kept while weary
angels sleep.
I am the breath that steadies
through the dark,
The sudden, iridescent, blinding
spark,
That turns a ruin to a holy space,
And paints a window on a
broken face.
No longer tethered to the grief
we hold,
Nor to the phantom weight of
old despair,
I am the vastness where the
storm dissolves,
The axis where the wheeling
world revolves.
Unmade by time, untouched by
mortal scar,
I am the light, the lantern, and
the star-
The timeless current flowing
deep within,
Where endings fade, and all true
things begin.
COME FOLLOW SACRED LOVE
I am
in love
with you,
but I am
following God:
Come follow with me:-
While you all sleep away the deep embrace,
The world dissolves in binary’s cold space.
A pitch-black realm, unseen by mortal eyes,
Where Archangel Michael keeps his watch on high.
One strikes two down in judgment's stern command,
While four sweep three in blood across the land.
Order is held, the balance tightly sealed,
And secrets of the dark are unrevealed.
Until at last, with quiet, unseen grace,
The angel slips into his resting place—
Into the Bible resting by my side,
Within its sacred pages, he will hide.
Pacing in the church porch
my heart tastes everything
surrounded yet so separate, in the name of a ring
I start to hear the organ, my body’s frozen stiff
as they pull me to the aisle, it all comes down to this
spectators are just faces absent of my recognition
I’m a buffering engine running on forced ignition
flash backs of months of turmoil assessing the who, the where the what
echo through me now with no means to stop
but then this stunning silence, like he’d planned it a perfect science
fell over me, his eyes the only diamonds that I could truly see
really, I had seen a different glisten
stood opposite, I had tried to listen
to the sound of the organ, beckoning the real life bride
they’d closed the doors and started filming but I’d assumed myself inside
this day was special, sacred and safe
this day defined new time
this day was everything
this day just wasn’t mine
Evening settles along San Antonio’s River Walk
where the river has carried centuries~
Payaya canoes gliding through reeds,
Franciscan friars mapping water to mission,
stone masons shaping banks
that would one day cradle a city.
The water moves with its old patience,
green and unhurried,
bearing the memory of every hand
that once depended on its flow.
Cypress roots clutch the earth
the way they did long before
the first chapel bells rang.
Bridges replace where footpaths once wound.
Boats slip past,
their lights shimmering like stories
recalling river foraging,
and irrigation lifelines
I feel how the river gathers every era~
Indigenous footsteps,
mission bells, and
modern dusk~
The place seems almost sacred,
not through grandeur,
but through the
quiet and faithful way
it keeps passing moments
in the curve of its water.
I reach my hand across the space
Between your heart and mine
But something holds me back today
Like facing a Divine
The closer that we try to get
The further we drift away
I thought that time would heal this wound
But years won't make you stay
Your touch upon my skin feels cold
Though fire burns within
A wall of glass stands clear and strong
Where does this void begin?
I thought that love would break these chains
That bind us far apart
But now I know some distances
Live deep inside the heart
The truth lies in this emptiness
Between your soul and mine
We chase what we can never catch
Till end of space and time
Till the end of times...
They want to become one with the breeze
Society's needs are a real burden we see
Maybe it is best to just let them all seethe
And to let them do whatever they please
Note: This poem is about people who hate the spotlight. I understand them.
Ring 'round
Heart found,
Mouth flesh,
Kiss fresh,
Pulse sear,
Vow clear,
Hands rite
Held tight,
Body press,
Warm Yes...
Love beam
No seam,
Soul sheen
Truth seen,
Lips felt,
Light melt...
J.A.B.
We loved enough to build a
beautiful home.
We loved enough to let each other go.
May we both find peace in
the quiet after.
Only an ancient yet sacred silver cathedral bell
Has a holiest mystical resonance to dispel
All of the evilest energies originating from Hell.
As I'm here today, tomorrow a row away
Fibonacci conscious and novice of the fact
Eso-meta-psyche intact in static intersections
Theoretic physics listed
Spooky observer directed undetectables
Far fetched skeptic sketch initiated contact
Star Trek
Wherever we go, whatever we do
Your shadow is not far behind our steps and our breath
Protecting and watching all...
Observing spirits on the wall
What are they telling you?
Following all instincts that are pure
Oblivious to time that may be the cure
Sacred is the
Gift that they have without knowing
Serenity
is knowing it's safe
From destruction of time
415.
Human Life is Sacred
“You shall not kill,” God commanded
That is because our life is sacred
We are created according to His image
To kill our body is like to do Him damage
By His breath to live we are able
His Holy Spirit makes us His temple
Our life by God, our life for God!
-12/01/2015
(Dumarao)
*22nd Daily Refletion from Catechism Booklet
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