I viewed an ocean that I could not reach.
Water beckoned me but my path was blocked.
The rocky boulders protected the beach,
Leaving me a glimpse from my window panes.
The rocks seemed to smile at me whom they mocked,
And when the clouds greyed, it gave me remorse
That my travels were stopped by rock's cruel chains,
And I chose instead to redraw my course.
I moved from my home by sea and by beach.
Good-bye to the ocean that I couldn't reach.
Self-existent consciousness, substratum of existence
May, if you will, be taken to be God’s heart beat
Thus between objects there is no distance
Core of our being is always bliss replete
Which we search and strive for yet know not
Lost in thought spirals, we feel not magnetic heat
Sensing we’re spirit not form, here to be self-taught
In time stretched silence, ego cravings recede
We then pulsate as bliss free from thought
Plugging energy leak, we no longer bleed ~
Treading gently on earth, living simply as of need
Always hop on a chance to jet-set,
travel as far and as often as you can.
I never want to have postcard regret.
Stay mindful you don't need a plan,
This is not always the easiest task.
Spontaneous adventures? I'm a fan.
Wearing a sunscreen lotion's mask
I'm ready to indulge in far off lands.
Under foreign sunshine I long to bask.
Let the memories tattoo your hands
making art out of picturesque sands.
Gloria Dubbins - not much of a name,
but trust me on my judgment, gentle reader;
in terms of Beauty, she was Hall of Fame.
We’re talking – let’s see – nineteen seventy-two,
but I’m the keeper of the Gloria Flame,
and still to me she’s better, and more true,
than all your Taylor Swifts or Amber Heards.
She did the things that gorgeous women do -
in essence, nothing. Gloria had no words.
Intelligence? Commitment? Are you kidding?
For babes, that stuff is strictly for the birds.
She sat immobile and observed the bidding.
I’ll tell you this, but won’t apportion blame.
You, too, would be as motionless as cedar
if you’d been dealt her hand, to play The Game.
She’s not the kind you wound up talking to.
Her presence smote you with a sort of shame:
she struck you dumb: the words would not come through.
And Gloria didn’t gravitate to herds.
Perforce, she rowed her own sublime canoe.
Her beauty left her friendless, like the Kurds.
What was her view of Comus? Little Gidding?
I don’t have – no, I never had – a clue.
Enigma fits her. Easily two-thirds
of all the girls acknowledged her as leader,
but oddly she was Nothing Like A Dame.
The world alone is making me smile
left to marvel at its natural wonder.
Glowing out loud is always in style.
On a level high above thunder,
I fly on the sunshine in my veins.
My label’s that mach five number.
When caged by what society feigns,
many forget the important things.
If you fumble? Innate wisdom remains.
Wasted on the fury of wild wings,
with abandon their savagery sings.
JUXTAPOSED
Standing either side of a door that is closed
One might feel the other, just an inch away
As two hearts that appear to be juxtaposed
Just a whispered word, that the other might say
Would be enough, despite the obstructed view
Perhaps a touch must wait for another day
Feelings both felt and expressed, are ever true
Love permeates even the grain of the wood
But with a locked door, what can one ever do
Wanting to break it down, if one only could
To restore that sense of being together
Just the one time when face to face, was so good
Fearing separation may be forever
A linking of minds that neither will sever
Self alone is, at the singularity point
Self-existent light beyond space and time
Renewing itself within itself, It itself does anoint
This Self as luminous heart, intuits love’s chime
Creating within itself a wave of pure intent
Fulfilled instantly, as is the paradigm
God, a golden sphere, grants consent
The embryonic Self plunges into His heart
Now love enabled, exuding an ethereal scent
Moses divided the sea, that waters may part
But heaven is a unified eternal force field
Where no Self from God stands apart
Wondrous is the power God does wield
Guardian of all lights, He is our sole shield
Bound so tight with your silken love
tends to excite that wild beast within.
The dark of a crow and light of a dove.
This collaboration I’m eager to begin,
you leave me breathless and sweating.
I fall hard for that overtly masculine grin.
Your wet growl leaves me anticipating,
it echoes the tempo that haunts me.
Don’t say this is a game we’re playing.
Our version of forte hanky-panky,
you can’t cover this song acoustically.
Hebrews 13:5 “Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”
(fiction like a chocolate chip cookie - with morsels of truth)
he left my mother, when I was just a child
she was left broken, with fearless abandon
lessons came in many forms, often quite mild
melting into heart’s war she knew she’d land in
struggling to see the good in this rejection
knowing these are feelings she will soon stand in
leaving, without a grasp of lost affection
he wasn’t empathetic to her gentle soul
it seems he never valued their connection
abandoned by the love that made her heart whole
she struggled through the pain, starved of any hope
recalling, faith would lead her toward her goal
assured that someday she’d learn just how to cope
after she’d walked this road, almost a tightrope
INTERVIEW WITH AN ANGEL
Way back then, Noah had clearly read the signs
Here and now, so very few of us are left
I’m Goliath, frontman for the Philistines
Without my trusty visor, I am bereft
But I am very tall, and not a small ‘un
With his sling, David did seem to be so deft
There are a lot of rumours that you will hear
All about my having risked both life and limb
But no need for pity, nor to shed a tear
Some might say that my ego may be swollen
I was up there once, but I am now down here
As an angel, I am considered fallen
I’m but one of what were many Nephalim
Yet unlikely to ever feature in any hymn
HAPPILY DISCONTENT
One may wish to own a JW Turner
The art of art is the skill of knowing
And recognising every good earner
The online market for art is growing
Yet it is more my greed I must quell
One needs a real space for showing
With my few fake Masters left to sell
I found a gallery, as credibility counts
For a half day only, but it served well
A hundred pounds, the anger mounts
And was a scam, that expensive rent
But the cheque of course will bounce
Now my payment has finally been sent
I’m seeing myself as happily discontent
Love stirred my soul, rousing an aspiring fire
passions swelled, feelings exploded with delight
gentling hope and grace soared higher and higher
whispers of joy pour out stars across the night
stilling the shadows with songs of careful bliss
moon beckons to the spirit, glowing so bright
only God knows how I long for morning’s kiss
life reminds me why there are no words so sure
as the sincere dreams of one I’ll always miss
from a faithful heart who will ever endure
the sadness and pain, grief filled with darkest shame
these are the times when love’s music will secure
there are times when I know my doubt is to blame
still, His love prompts me with PRAISE I must proclaim
Wherefrom does arise that impulse divine,
which we deludedly claim as our own,
thus offerings of grace decline?
In the void of silence, we dethrone
wayward ego birthing fear and desire,
whence mellow and gentle becomes our tone.
Having consigned ego to the funeral pyre,
all that remains is presence aware,
radiating God’s eternal fire.
Recognise oh hermit, each thought as a snare ~
Call of God beseeches that with love we pair
Breath of light, casting shadows over the night
Soothing stars and moon in her gentle embrace
Hurling nervous sea against beaches so white
Gentling the surf with a calm time can’t erase
Cobalt sprays fall against the sandcastle reefs
Stirring wells of euphonious tones of grace
Mists of joy, glazing the trembling cloverleafs
Sunlight glow murmuring peace to the coastline
Sand dollar stories emitting soul beliefs
Playing through my heart, songs no man can define
Bruised thoughts fill my mind, singing praises to Him,
Who guides my spirit, causing my light to shine
Across the beach, into the sea, hearts will swim
Compelled by laughter, joy seeks the light so still
Jesus wants more than just living on a whim
He loves His children and means their hearts to fill
He amazes, nothing can be more real
Love deeper than the sun who eases dawn’s chill
Dew drenched mists flow across quiet seas to heal
These are the days God gave to ease our spirit
He is the light to whom I’ll forever kneel
Walk in the light, there’s no reason to fear it
His tears are falling on the wind, just hear it
Surrounded by peeling wallpaper
it’s a picture of provocation;
These holes tended to terrify her.
Spots that need so much renovation
must be rebuilt right down to the core;
There’s happiness in new construction.
You’ve got an idea what’s in store,
once the soul is restored to this house;
An antique knob attached to the door.
Enough beauty to instantly rouse
a blend called American Bauhaus.
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