Here a woman and man sit on a bench.
The man beside her holding her hand
The woman weeps. The man is praying,
So it seems - we do not stare, although
They are both loving souls, it’s plain.
See the flowers lit with sunset glow.
It’s evening in the park at summer time.
Earlier in the day there was a band,
But now there is no music playing.
Parents have taken younger children home.
The evening’s fine. It will not rain.
Older kids on bikes buzz to and fro.
Here a woman and man sit on a bench.
The man beside her holding her hand
They’ve done all the talking they can do.
And they’ve finished all their crying too.
And now the time comes round again.
They release their hands. It’s time to go.
Amist the broken pieces
I stand whole shattered and torn
While in my emotions I stand whole
My sins have fully laden separate my spirit's soul
Physically I'm confounded mixed emotions
Scattered so I've repented been replenished blossomed and grown
Cause now I have Jesus my Savior and He's never letting me go
Selah/Hallelujah
3/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Duality which is in motion must be stilled
If we would observe singular reality within
Muddied waters need to be distilled
Only when the mists clear, may meditation begin
Perpetual motion of body, senses & thought
Grooves of habit having huge momentum
Repressed subconscious fears & desires, which we forgot
Are all our nemesis resident in the egos sanctum
Without stopping that which is in motion
Negativity may yet be abdicated
By disassociation
In four easy steps to a consciousness elevated
Contemplation
Acceptance
Transformation
Transcendence
Four effortless steps to permanent wellness
Of which only the first two we need to walk
The last two bestowed by the Universe in stillness
So simple, so easy, yet strangely we balk!
02-November-2020