A pocket full of smooth, round
stones,
A beetle crawling in the grass,
The tallest tree that I can climb,
And watching fluffy clouds
pass.
A secret kept by my best friend,
The perfect song to clear my
head,
A locked diary beneath the
floor,
And all the words left unsaid.
A quiet house before the dawn,
The monthly rent paid right on
time,
A steady hand to hold my own,
And mountains I still hope to
climb.
The health of those I love the
most,
A peaceful night of restful
sleep,
The quiet joy of letting go,
And memories I get to keep.
The warmth of sun upon my
face,
A rocking chair, a cup of tea,
A long and winding story told,
And knowing they'll remember
me.
When a whisper shifts, it hollows out
tombs of insecurities, the smiles in which
I hold fade with each whisper. Thoughts, no longer mine
Running from reflections hidden behind painted walls
When a whisper shifts, suicidal ideation forms, knocking at unhinged doors
It’s footsteps creaking on bedroom floors
these thoughts are not my own
When a whisper shifts, my soul no longer belongs to me,
its cold air creeping through,
inviting the mental disorders I thought I buried
When a whisper shifts so does the rope hanging
When a whisper shifts,
A breeze my way drifts,
Carrying His love
On wings of a dove,
His still, small voice speaks,
Silent havoc wreaks,
Faith grows in my heart,
A gentle restart,
The Shepherd is close,
Even me, He chose,
And I slowly sense
The Lord's near presence,
Every worry lifts
When a whisper shifts.
Hunger not satisfied, materialism fried
unending search in depths, philosophies sketched
Psyche gardened terrain, sovereignty a sweet cane
ancient cultures in cells, memory can be hell
indigenous wisdoms, all achetypes are prisms
suffering is fresh springs, inner calm it duly brings
knowing that all storms pass, grounding ascension class
when planet leaps the cusp, old souls jump in trust thrust
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
wind shifts
a leaf pauses
midair
Autumn brings cool days even falling green,
mingled with red, yellow and orange leaves;
until all the branches are bare though still serene,
but the beauty of the dancing leave is sublime-
Halcyon intricate jaunty kaleidoscopic leaves,
swirling, twirling, whirling, leaping, flying;
all that beauty so divine in time interweaves,
'til decay ... and the winter trees remain-
Abrupt breezes chilly days even frostbitten gloves,
oh, farewell to my beloved garden;
goodbye roses, tangled vines, my herbs and foxgloves,
rest beneath a blanket of snow my loves-
Mother's name only peeks quiescent,
all else is hidden beneath the pure white;
kneeling ... I leave a bright bouquet iridescent,
oh, dearest rest beneath your snowy quilt 'til spring-
ego unfed
is now dead so
we’re led by God
we walk unshod
inside God’s heart
Who nods gently
benign bliss burns
have upturned heart
that yearns for God
we know but yet
we covet lust
forgetting God
what should we do
to renew light
anew within
no one else knows
our soul rows on
in slow motion
Facial expressions
carrying the first dreams
that have never
known the word impossible
Dreams sparkling
with tomorrow's victory dances,
belly laughs,
pure joy that multiplies
with every heartbeat!
susurration shifts
jet cumuli passerines~
starlings flight sculpture
"Shifts.."
In perception
Seem to happen
Unpredictably
Immediately as
Nothing appears..
Astoundingly
Without instruction
Without fanfare...
Such love moves, love shifts
We're allowed to change of heart
Like waves goes a drifts.
flowers all gone now
grasses dried out color brown
seasons autumn fall
cool cold brisk blank air
below fifty degrees so
season change winter
after autumn falls
everything’s not dead just brown
dormant is the grounds
12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
They come
These thoughts
Ride the pillows of a dream
Torture
The befuddled muse
Drift
In a silent darkness
Dampen
The pillow
With muttered
Apologies.
John G. Lawless
©8/13/2023
Doldrum days, nothing i say make them go on their way. Away with their festering pain, smiting down the mentally sane. Bright burning light in the day bringing the sight to the brave is so close, for life has its many splendors and wonders, and for that we must endure all the thunderclouds and sunder, as we ponder of life ever after, its shaky and incomprehensible cries and laughter. many speak and rebuttal all the acclimations of the extreme and the subtle.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
All this fighting must be stopped, plant your roots and grow or suffocate and rot, for the low never prosper in their filth and clots, and they will never glow, glow with enlightenment and the knowing of the know. You may never spark your light when your eyes carry only freight and not a shred of adventure, so look around at the pyres of your passions which radiate your loves and indentures, they will guide you through this path to your above.
When the veil shifts
Space shimmers
Manifest reality shifts
The vibrational essence
Of all that is, becomes clear
And with this knowing dawns bliss
As a gentle, tingling, toroidal current
A deep transcendental peace engulfs us
With presence positioned in the Bardo
Defying translation and yet we must
Drawn to the creative impulse
Which though is agendaless
Is alive, aglow and vibrant
Poised in the void thus
02-November-2022
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