My Buddha nature is to overcome, the nurturing of my zodiac faults.
Taking many kalpas to overcome mea culpas.
I had just one job, to watch the dragonflies go by.
But every-time they did I was collecting overtime.
Now I am not a productive member of society.
I follow my Buddha nature.
mind your words spellbound
shatter limiting beliefs
dreams tell soft stories
Duty bound to earth
cosmic melodies
winged angels falling in love
trumpets harmonize
Rise back to heaven
Our Subconscious
Residing very deep—
within our brain and our psyche,
it speaks freely to the spirit world,
guarding always our precious thoughts
whilst touching our hidden emotions,
and talking to those who want to listen,
and to those who want to connect to our shared
humanity, as we seek ethereal answers,
and bravely face down the Unknown,
and to those certain sacred secret surreal aspects
that define who each of us really are,
as we cry out loudly to Almighty God,
who observes us from His unique heavenly perch—
always so far away from each of us,
yet always so close to our heart and soul.
Almighty God does indeed use His spiritual persuasion,
through His angels to reach out to each of us,
and to speak to us through our subconscious.
Why should such a blessed occurrence surprise anyone?
This does not in any way conflict with holy prayer—
for Almighty God shall be with us all forever!
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 20, 2021 (Triadic Stanza)
Great o lover
O lover!
You are great!
Now the illuminating of the Maghrib
By oath that Azan
Sworn Adam-Eve's;
By the oath of Safa-Marwah hills!
Excuse me!
O outstanding
O my guardian,
O my dear!
My head and then all respect;
O my dear Dedicated to your footsteps.
When i look around me,
Tears and blood is all i see,
Brother is after his own brother,
A child's crying for his mother.
Friends are fighting among themselves,
And the world is growing apart,
If there's someone holding still,
It's the only God i feel.
*Blame religion for this,
It's your superstition creating this,
Racial discrimination does not lead to peace,
So forget the past and live your life as it is.
Leaders leading us to hell,
Cause lies are only what they tell,
There's no one worthy of believing,
Is this wound not for healing?
Warlords till this very day,
Are happy taking our lives away,
Roaring guns and fierce arms,
Are taking all the good and charms.
*Repeat
Temporal vision is all temporary wise, leading,
deceiving, so let be open the pupil of my spiritual eye.
Surpassing, deception, dissembling & diatribe.
Lose the misunderstandings inherent in the clouding
conspiring passing play, of life’s speeding day by night
nocturnal wise ways.
Light surpassing time & circumstance,
grant me leave, grant me space in light waves to journey
with their nuanced dance through the passes of time,
looming all round over bluffs,
and the parting of ways.
let the eye of true insight enrapture me in pure delight.
©Joe Maverick 5-02-2011
For Rick Parise's contest.
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