Take initiative go to the light where the force of darkness ends
A flame needs its kindled source as a sparking awareness mends
Our enlightened energy wrapped in an array of cavernous colors
Ribboned radiant impressions given in vast deepest depths squalors
A shadow self may live dormant and await unveiling the chaos within
When it has become an unbearable journey to live in your own skin
Opaque indigo stones skim over shallow waters in an empty well
Stratas rock labyrinths chiseled lies of neglect in a nautilus shell
Warm sorrel ribbon evokes sympathy in a disparaged tale of woe
A sorbet of violet, green, and tangerine conjure a melodious flow
What is truly a wellspring of a healing rainbow palette renders
We find the key to unlocking magic embers in dormant chambers
Dank darkness may lead us astray from individuality and truth
Take initiative, find the light of all brightest light reaching for you
Adjacent profits are gained in purchase of information
Non profit lobby hides, assemblies
And congressional lobby laborers
Caught in data shortage
Corrupt a report purchasing shares of
Corruptible budget items
Obstructing legislation
Creating false pretense for arrest
Arrest of defined confine
The hide
The title
The bonds ageing interest
Non profit
Must eat here at specified time
In thousand oaks California
Only at eves Arch, after days end
In Ventura at Catholic charities
The food reception is all day Charity
And none are required
Available coordinates for investigative
Journalists
Publicly available languages
(“Mind’s Eye”, 2017, original encaustic)
The Source
People say they are searching for the source
As if it is somehow something other than this
Somehow somewhere other than here.
But that is like searching for your own roots
Without acknowledging that you yourself
Are in fact your father’s sperm
And mother’s ovum
United in the flesh.
We live our lives in ignorance
Then in doubt
Then in quest to find what we have lost
Never realizing that it was always too close to see.
Something that isn’t a thing
So pervasive, so common, so mundane
We completely ignore it,
Like our breath, like our heartbeat.
And yet without our next breath and beating heart
What else matters.
(7/26/25)
our mental simulator is the incubator
of our physical illustration
our mental perceptions of how events
in our perceived physical world
are created by our inner most desires and cravings
to be tested and mulled over
before manifesting themselves
in our physical world for final testing
What is the meaning of it all?
If I told you, you’d surely bawl.
Cry like a baby, yes you would,
If all of truth you understood.
Truth can be so enlightening,
Also, can be quite frightening.
For from the start, we’ve known it all.
Our greatest challenge is recall.
When recalled the truth is real,
All empty spaces it will fill.
We all were born from just one source,
And are guided by the same force.
From one source till our paths are done,
And once again we all are one.
God, the Absolute is unknown to mind,
yet since He alone is, the all there is,
in staid silence, leaving concepts behind,
feel the joy in our heart, as His bliss fizz.
God is the all, so He must be within,
so with thoughts rested, let’s shift to the heart,
prayerfully merging, melding therein,
led by love, sensing bliss ignition start.
We see our true Self as a glowing light,
awareness self-aware, feeling no lack,
obtaining what is sought, as our birthright,
assured that God has always got our back.
Self dwells in the heart and God dwells in Self ~
Poised in the void, life flows on by itself
Flying high or very low.? Airplane hire lU K.' Who would
Know? Fantastic fighter jets..On H P..' Could they be
Repossesd if there is welfare turbulence.? Oh dearie
Dearie; dearie,
me.'
R-iver
O-verflowing
W-ith
E-arth's
N-atural
A-bundance
©bfa060925
Monocrostic (Birthday of Rowena Deguzman)
There's a water shortage in countries,
especially where there's strife,
and air conditioning is needed,
to lead a pleasant life.
We also have bone-dry Bermuda
where, except for 5" monthly rainfall,
collected in cisterns or brought by tanker ship,
there's no water to be had at all.
Attempting to inform the people in power,
an endeavour which failed of course,
what every island AC emits,
and it's their free drinking source.
As AC units create water naturally,
on average 5 to 20 gallons
of condensate per day,
producing H2O from humidity,
it's a crime to let it waste away.
It may be but a drop in the bucket,
and yet, place a clean container,
when the unit is switched on,
to collect the drips
of distilled water, safe to imbibe,
below the condensation drain,
and you may have a million sips
again and again and again.
Old river-thought murmurs
—I slip—
not away, but into the hush between
what holds and what lets go—
a spine of light bending softly
from mist to depth.
I remember stillness:
cupped hands at morning prayer,
a silence shaped like longing
filling with the cool of grace.
Listen—
I dwell in every pause you mistook for end.
Your name—rippled
through me, again and again,
a hymn undone by echo.
Yet I am no hymn.
I am the silence after—
unclinging—
and the weightless reach.
See how the lily leans, not in sorrow
but surrender—
a slow bow to sky-drip,
a soft
unfolding.
Where I flow is not escape
but return.
The fall is not forsaking.
The fall is
how I carry
you home.
Every morning when I wake up,
I know I have a reason to continue my journey.
A child's smile is the greatest source of encouragement,
Making difficulties become light.
I'm proud to have my children,
Proud of their strong progress.
Even if the whole world turns its back,
I still hug them in my arms.
Nigeria, our homeland
Our heritage, One nation
Numerous ethnic groups, differ people
Different cultures and beliefs
They all practice what they believe in.
Africa, our continent
Our pride, rich culture and history
Different countries, so many languages
Different religion, different understanding
Everyone keeps defending their religion and nation.
The Globe, our world
Universal culture, Unites all
Different continent and colors
Different languages and obligations
Same source of life, but different God
Everyone stands for their race and against their opposition.
As we consider others
With more than a few objections
Can we unveil
Our own masked reflections?
As we review our brother
With an exaggerated disdain
Can we become cognizant
Of the true source of our pain?
As we inspect our neighbor
With ever ascending exasperation
Can we give pause and question
The root of our vexation?
As we give the mirror
Just one more searching glance
In order to adjust ourselves
So as to leave nothing to chance
Can we afford each other
Just one more unbiased look
Beyond the cover
And into the treasures of the book?
space is where i stare into
a throbbing headache seems to be what is on the menu
i am lying to the best thing that has ever happened to me
all because my extreme inner fear became my bully
i guess i was in God's Good Graces at a particular moment
i got away with a lie that could have been devastating
miraculously i have a chance to save face completely straight, though bent
the lesson being taught by leaps and bounds was definitely hesitating
eyesight lost each day
hearing following right behind
coming clean is in the form of paid bills and importantly paid rent
i conquered my greatest bully....once again at the expense of ME
Eden
source paradise
of Hawaiian islands
not their idols, yet their beauty
Heaven
better
parousia
judgment comes; and too, grace
purification of the earth
restored
bye, sin
goodbye to death
hello to our Savior
Creator of magnificence
and rest
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