The odd, faint of blood had soaked the sinner’s body.?
It was the blood of crying repentance unto Christ.
Laid upon a shore of stones,?the body rested where the rocks cut the holy waters.?
On its surface, shimmering stars were scattered by the hand of God.
Justice had been restored-at the cost of one’s life.
And the Sun now glorified one’s soul-for he’s who had witnessed it.
Yet what is the cost of justice?
It is the cost of one’s sanity..
What if the world is full of love
Accepting of God's message arising from above
What if the world is full of laughter
Knowing there exists a glorified hereafter
What if the world is full of truth
Fills the minds of all the youth
What if the world declared no more nasty wars
Much healing to amend all divisive people flaws
What if the world now all together as community
With each other develop affectionate perpetuity
What if the world lives in harmony with nature
Ascendance of the soul enhanced a joyous stature
What if the world is full of happy smiling faces, brows no longer furrowed, worried
A gentle pace of movement in a world no longer hurried
What if the world is full of kindness supporting when we fall
A world that's full of freedom allowing each proudly to walk tall
What if the world fulfils untapped loving potential
What if all the what ifs morphed becomes existential
WHAT IF.........
They have yet to enter
that quiet place of sanctuary
where the sacred survives
unmolested by lies and greed,
a corner lit long ago
when first a sense
of the Sublime illuminated
the human soul
and spoke in the hush
of evenings and in the language
of a transcendent world.
It still lives wherever art
finds voice and where
creation takes form
in trees, in flowing streams,
mountains, plains
and in the depths of seas
and there to in places where
care, respect and compassion
are practised and differences
are let be, where power
shatters against a gentle
humility.
Is this the world that deserves our softest light?
Is this how we get on with a little fight?
We know we’re not in control
We pull through whatever may arise or fall
But despite convalescing from an affliction
Banefully, we seem diagnosed with manipulation
Either you’re blind or refusing to see
Escaping the decaying reality
Countering every dire theory—
Consciously—with a dreamy philosophy
Not for the sake of sweet innocence
Nor for ignorance’s safe pretense
But for seizing the right to live
Because we ought to find grace in what we receive
To drink from the sacred cup of existence—
To taste salvation without a tang of grievance
So I keep asking with a tainted insight…
Is this really the world I once believed to have a hidden light?
—Nicola An
Starting from the bottom and now we are standing here.
These mundane attacks keep coming in waves.
Back-ward and Forewarned - through too fro.
Muladhara - Root Chakra - by the poisoning of the grounds that we stand on.
Svadhishthana - Sacral Chakra - by the poisoning of our waters that we drink from.
Manipura - Solar Plexus Chakra - by the poisoning of our foods.
Anahata - Heart Chakra - by the poisoning of our values and things we belong to.
Vishuddha - Throat Chakra - by the poisoning of our salts.
Ajna - Third Eye Chakra - by the poisoning of our toothpaste.
Sahasrara - Crown Chakra - by segregations and divisions among hu.mani.ties.
So what's left for you to finish?
Other than poisoning our air, that we all share and breath.
I signed up for a tour not knowing it even existed.
The grand canyon of the inner working mind.
On it we visited the train of thought, the big divide and dilapidated amusing parks.
Even though the skies were open, it lacked the coolness of a planetarium.
My tour-guide's name is la-la-la Lloyd.
And was told to flow and follow with him closely.
But dealing with distant distractions kept me deviating.
Tried using divination to get back on the path.
Yet there was no signal or reception of intuition.
Don't mind my wandering, as I will eventually come back to the handed t-ask.
As all logical functions are lacking in this fuzzy world of Quantum Reality.
Finally, a local spirit animal orientated me to a last known marker.
Making me rendez-vous with your rounded-view.
Luckily made it in time for the last spectacle.
After picking some contraband souvenirs.
Got me wondering what percent should I be tipping?
For this all knowing tour-guide that provided me this a-maz-i-ng trip.
I am part nature
probing phi makes me divine
how close is five nines?
Yom Kippur is a Holy Day
where Jews wear wings of angels
Prayer shawls cov'ring cloaks of white
elevate Kol Nidre night
On this day we do not eat or drink
giving us more time to think
'bout how to make the world a better place
~ May acts of kindness hate displace
(“Dark Pool Nebula”, 2011, original oil)
Different Worlds
I travel to different worlds in my dreams,
In my mind, even day by day
With different aspects of my self
In this one body.
As I get older I see we all live in different worlds,
Determined by what we believe, how we are raised,
And what we learn.
Sometimes we can stand on the same street corner
And be in totally different worlds as we chat.
Some people know all about this
And some are totally clueless,
Yet still we are all in our own world.
Is this a problem that needs to change?
I don’t think so
It is just the nature of things
The nature of having a mind
Especially so with an independent mind.
So maybe it is good the way things are.
What is bad is trying to change this
Trying to make everyone conform.
But how would it be if a fish thought itself
A bird, or a bird a fish,
Or a man a woman, or a human a god?
Some things are just not meant to be.
And so I travel to different worlds
In my dreams and in my mind,
And as I become more familiar
The worlds become more wonderful.
(9/15/25)
When my mother in law died a few years ago
She did so at home before dawn one summer’s morn,
And my wife and I went over and sat around
For a few hours as her dad cooked us breakfast.
All the time her mom’s body lay there
Slowly cooling in the living room.
And what was remarkable
Is that for such a low key and unassuming woman
Gale filled the whole house
With a palpable peace and stillness,
Unlike one I’d ever experienced before.
Today I feel that same kind of blessing is being felt
With the passing of Charlie Kirk,
Except instead of filling a single house
His spirit is filling the entire world.
Let that sink in for a moment.
We’re talking about a once in a millennium kind of soul.
The noise of the day
has subsided and folded
into a quiet
under the soft covers
of a July evening.
The eyes seem to resist
the particular and instead
focus on nothing
but the sum - the glow
from shore lights
smudged on water,
the dark sky powdered
with translucent clouds
and the faint filaments
of stars strung out overhead.
Tonight, I don't want
the granular detail of things
to steal my attention
but to enjoy the blending,
the stand back meld
of colors, of each stroke,
forming a picture transcending
its parts. I want to feel
the evening being
put together
into a boundless whole,
to be beyond
the smallness of myself
and be absorbed totally
into the mystery
of the composition
God has willed it
Say your best prayer
Life is so blessed
Great fortune is reach
The degree is higher
Happiness is reach
The world here after
Most hereafter is safe.
Those gifted with wisdom and cleverness
Come share with me your empathy
In selling my troubles I need some success
Pay a little attention currency
Tell me where to find the spiritual world
I suppose it is hidden too well
And I have to investigate somewhere beyond
The experiences one can tell
It was never my strong point, the keys to unknown
The secret knowledge, all this sort of thing
I’ve a vague suspicion that we never know
Why the winds had to change in the spring
Half-conscious, half out of mind all the time
I search how can we meet again
Come back, love, whatever the dress suits you fine
Hear my calls across time that was spent..
Live out these days as a disciple
these three momentous life-changing days
here you've become one of Jesus's followers
at first, life was a joy following His way
But this Jesus had a price to pay
you began to wonder what's it all about
this your saviour arrested facing death
devastation filled your mind to even doubt
Before the mock trial of all trials
the Jews wanted this Jesus to die
even to the point of Barabbas being free
in all of this, your heart could only cry
In hiding, we all did go in fear
then women came to say Jesus is alive
Could this be true? We say, surely not!
so Peter and John went to see if clear
It was now, gospel news all around
Jesus had indeed risen from the dead
then He met us there in His real body
proving to one and all as the living bread
Looking back on these three amazing days
God proving His authority and divinity
I'm honoured to be called Jesus disciple
living for my Lord in His spiritual symphony
World's often unfair to everyone,
There's a better world promised though.
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