The fish knows not of air.
Its sky is cold and deep.
Its breath is water weighty, fair
In currents it must keep.
It cannot breach the silver ceiling,
That barrier, bright and stark
A world beyond all sense and feeling,
A realm of blinding dark.
As below, so above,
The pattern holds its sway.
We breathe our own thick sea of love,
And call it a single day.
We walk upon the land,
Our heads pressed to the sky
An ocean of air, by unseen hand,
Where our fleeting lifetimes lie.
We cannot climb the thinning blue,
Where pressure starts to fail,
To breathe the air the eagles do
Along the wind’s proud trail.
As above, so below,
The truth is mirrored clear.
To the depths we cannot go,
To the heights we cannot near.
Two worlds, two seas, one law
One breath in different forms.
Against the grain of what we saw,
In silence, it transforms.
The fish in water, we in air,
Both bound by what we’re given
The same great Breath is everywhere,
Beneath the same vast Heaven.
Where is human dignity?
Where is the border? Lamb white cloaks??!
Humans. Women and men. Personal respect
Humans with souls and personal living space
This is a natural sphere. This not psychology
The personal living place and sphere of Life
Comes from the Creation. Parts of humans
Lamb white cloaks
Lamb white cloaks
False science owners
Guilties, sinners!
Lambs with wolf souls!
Why? Why? Answer!
Why do you destroy
The Almighty God’s Laws?
Please respect
My sphere
Jesus was right
Here is the dark age
Work will never end
Life has a finite span
Family gives meaning to life
Their time budget should be assured
There is only one sphere to share
Let our family share that sphere
Work will never be done for good.
April 16, 2025
Closed in the jar of fantacy, Of my own utopian sphere, Where, In the hands of divinity all the complexions lie. The moral world with no misdeed. Here, domains don't get old, No fret and wonder what the future will hold. Life goes blissfully as butterfly, With every gleeful entities on earth. The sphere of eternal love and peace, same as beautiful ceaseless sky. Engrossed by the idol beauty of the sphere, I forgot about the real one. Suddenly, the jar of fantacy broke, As I realized and awoke
a curious coin flipped free and fell forever fishing forgotten wondrous waves woven wide in a wishing well.
on it wandered heeding head and telling tale of a decisive certain self as written in "the tomes of twi,"
(tw0 t1mes as binary transcribed, preserved there once for each possible i)
deep deep down in mother drowned the coin where by and by
such hopeful heat grew glorious great and there where through and through
rock flows into and knows each other as it's one true self.
the coin once tossed now at a loss for ways as it draws near:
it felt the sway it knew so clear at start was at an end.
no longer flipped, but rather dripped,
as the heart it did approach with glee.
shuddering round and up and down it came to rest right here:
and here, the tomes of twi concur, some miracle occured...
for as a dot.
will light a line
the coin this time did rightly left decree:
to be nothing more than mystery?
the one true way, as some might say,
was told that day upon a sphere,
and there we see ourselves entwined
upon a perfect mirror.
sphere of golden light
beat down on me with glory
bronzing my pale skin
God is a sphere, aflame with love and light
and we affirm this since we have so seen,
bringing back to form, strobes of bliss delight,
sprinkling on our aura, His lustrous sheen.
Wonderful was immersion of our soul
in His glowing heart, held in warm embrace,
enabling us to feel complete and whole,
being of course, benediction of grace.
Barren is awareness bereft of love,
which we may imbibe, if our heart be pure,
whence magnetic light pours in from above,
that poised in peace life’s trials we endure.
Behold oh hermit, love and light of God,
breath by breath ingrained in mind-body pod.
Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path
to the time future behind the film of obscurity.
In twilight hour the sunset swansong echoes
the tune of forlorn spent life, silhouetted still
against the backdrop of the sunk somber skyline.
The threads of turmoil weave morbid motif
of craving cloud riding the sensuous storm
to the blank horizon, once donning fervent hues.
The tinged charisma sets yearning canvas ablaze,
from its burnt relic the ashes of fervor fly away.
The shards of shattered hope on dejected drift,
flow in the stream of the unshed tears.
The remnant rays of resurgence survive still,
designing the last latent lattice of dream,
swathes the sanguinity sphere of listless life.
Neon lights of love
glister from the strobic sphere.
Is my desire abhorrent?
My head, spinning with
each phantasmagoric twirl,
yearns for your adoration.
"Thelonious Sphere"
Thelonious
Sphere
Monk
the meaning
in a name
Zephaniah
the meaning
in a name
Krishna
perhaps music
brings us closer
following the 4
dharma
the path to
renunciation
El Roi
what I listen to
at 3am, hidden
in the music
I read into
wisdom,
for those
who are usually
the last to know
looking for soul
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Don't look for me in human shape. I am inside your looking."
Rumi
I am a spiritual, rather than religious, person and embrace all positive belief systems. Which pretty much translates to treating people with dignity and respect, having compassion and kindness, and trying to make a positive difference in the world.
Inspired by Matthew 13:13
New International Version
13 This is why I speak to them in parables:
“Though seeing, they do not see;
though hearing, they do not hear or
understand..."
Special sphere
By Michelle Morris
26/10/2020
There are none so blind than those who refuse to see,
The truth about what's happening in our society;
There are none so deaf than those who refuse to hear,
The echoes of freedoms being thrown down
a chasm of despair...
For every person has the right to be free,
To pursue an understanding of truth and be healed;
For society has many closed hearts and closed minds,
People choose to ignore the plight of others who are dying...
Until we enlighten ourselves and make more of an effort to make a positive difference,
Compassion will remain a rare experience for those who aren't in our special sphere of influence...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
A fiery sphere our soul is, gathering wisdom throughout eternity.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 March 2023
The ManPower Invitational Celerity Sphere Contest
Contest One
Large one (369 lbs)
Bigger Sphere (550 lbs.)
Sphere Grande (705 lbs)
Winners pot includes both sponsor
and contestants roll! Trophy and
a prize.
Contest Two
Yak verses Yak waist harness tug of war
20 men one on one
Tournament until winner
Trophy and prize
Contest Three
Log Snatch and Jerk
Log throw
And
Stump pull
Must comply by officials rule
Medallion and prize
Entries due by May 7,
Cash due upon entry
$100.00 entry.
Tickets..... $20.00 -$12.00 & $10.00
Bring your freinds!
Certain meals included with
Paid fair
Live Band
Camp style over night the day before
Trailers and rvs $50.00 for overnight
Stay. Three meals, $20.00 extra!
Horse rides, Nighttime barbaque and bash!
Couples discount.
College discount.
21 and over for rentals!
No kids please.
Beer, wine , chocolate
Sold at the cigar bar!
Get yourself here or
We will come get you!
Media; Media Broadcast
Live radio show.
Television recording.
Get this place jam packed!
The turning sphere of history remains without merit
Until we earn again for ourselves that which we inherit;
The open window admits the gifter and the grifter.
Passionate pages seeking to be filled with meaning,
Accept copy and paste solutions without fact checking;
The illusion’s brilliance blinds.
Freedoms won with the sacrifice of patriots inveterate
Are ceded to a siren’s song by a servile electorate;
A vote for the melody no matter the lyrics.
The anomaly becomes a tool to indict a group
By extrapolation in a never ending loop;
So many so willingly led by so few.
A kaleidoscope of human mutations vying chaotically to be begot.
Is this what six billion years of random opportunism has wrought;
*****sapiens, the symphony, played to discordant notes?
What if the Rubix cube was round?
Would everything lost be found?
Maybe Boris Johnson wouldn't be head,
three cheers for Mary Berry as pm instead.
Would we have ever left the EU?
Say 'bygone' to the Dover/Calais queue.
COVID may never have shown its ugly face,
and bankrupt every marketplace.
We'd greet one another with a grin and hug,
not a distant wave or a faraway shrug.
Perhaps daytime tv would be on local life,
not murder, illness, earthquakes and strife.
Historic figures could come back to life,
and lay down every weapon and knife.
Each eager to make peace, do right,
knowing full well war only starts a fight.
Where everyone has everything they need,
all injustice gone, every civilian freed.
Where hope becomes tangible,
each language understandable.
Dreams become reality,
regardless of nationality.
Where love drives every action,
and brings everlasting satisfaction.
04/03/2021
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