Contest: I Am That I Am
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
"A heartbeat pulsating as living light
Free from each and every limitation
I am tha dwelling in unbound delight
source therefrom arises creation"
I AM THAT I AM
No less than Almighty
Not subject to measures
'More' has no relevancy
There is nothing to compare
Forever attuned to every care
Dwelling in every inch of air
Unvisiable by way of stares
Connection by way of prayers
Undefinable by way of equations
Do not defy with evations
I AM THAT I AM
Creator of everything
Everywhere present
Unequaled power
Knowledge of everything,
Everybody, every place
I AM THAT I AM
Filling every space and time
Darkness ceases
Demons Trimble
Death takes a bow
All creation longs
For redemption by me
active at all times, is our soul star node
as we sense therefrom God’s blessings in-pour
this form is readied to be His abode
so we burn in this urn but keep no score
afloat in the boat God Himself does oar
we’re breath by breath by bliss magnetism led
in truth leaving nothing more to be said
I suppose she will always have a hold.
I suppose she reached deeply into my soul.
And till now, she's refusing to let me go.
The years spent together just seemed right.
In plights of uncertainties, she held me tight
She reassured me iin many a dark night.
I wish I could, but I couldn't say no.
I'll forever remember the night of leaving.
Yes, I left, but leaving left me grieving.
It's very unlikely I'll ever return to stay.
My life has always been about going forward.
I've always had a distaste about 'backward'.
I suppose I will continue to be that way.
Whether it's a person, PLACE, or thing,
Detaching therefrom is not a song
That makes us want to sing. For me,
It's more like a leaf blowing in the wind.
So when I said goodbye and drove away
On that early night in January of 2022;
That sad night I slowly left SACRAMENTO;
That night I departed after 36 years;
I didn't know I'd still be grieving in 2026.
assigning no grade
in love’s waters wade
therefrom emerging
with vibrance surging
be it joy or pain
the sunshine or rain
may heartbeats reflect
our soul’s stance erect
Surfing the bardo of the unmanifest,
pulsates Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg
and if we put our fears and desires to rest,
we are hatched therefrom, when for freedom we beg.
Befriending pure silence, our heart quiescent,
God then reveals our true form, luminescent,
whence in but not of the world in which we dwell,
the light of our Self shines in mind-body shell.
painful scars borne by a bug bite
toxins therefrom causing deep pain
melt in bliss mists that rise at night
cool heat that cleanses our soul’s stain
from heart abode in witness mode
moment by moment, poised in time
in staid silence we break the code
that releases love’s bliss beat chime
SPONTANEOUS ART
My spontaneity
of pure chance style
is to use
paper on a handheld
A4 clip board as a work board
&upon it
use a 6 pack of 'primary
(no smudging/quick drying)
paint sticks)
then
to experiment
therewith randomly
exploring abstractly
with these colours
¬ caring if I
overlapped onto
the underlaying
smaller sized
paper beneath
in addition to these sticks
using other media e.g tippex,pencils biros...
(whatever came to hand)
Sometimes
using the smaller underlying
smudged artwork to rub( when wet)
. randomly upon the others
to create
'spontaneous' effects
& also cutting out shapes
therefrom
that appeared to me
as something ie animals faces
or whatever.
O how have I suffered such great graves!
I have been pierced by the swords of my kings
Injected with the liquid of their corruptions
They have rescinded my harmonious names
They have plucked away my treasures,
With every good of mine
Possessed unto themselves as stern,
And given them to foreign sons.
For self-benefits they have sold me to them,
And these Whitefaces treat me anyhow
Just like I was a cow;
To implore each their gem
In their own fathers’ land.
I, even I Africa, am replaced for a ring in my destroyers’ hand.
I have thought my kings would therefrom free me
But they yet serve them rather than me.
Woe to they that are presidents of poverty!
Wretched are the princes that pervert my people;
Cursed be the prophets that preach tribalism and nepotism;
And wicked are they that set my peoples asunder!
German George Flegel
of whom you may have heard tell
Still life his passion&metier
exccedingly well therefrom did fare
Imagine cool heat enlivening our spine,
pulsating therefrom, engulfing feeble form,
magnetic power with which all nodes align,
orbiting spiritual heart, always warm,
wherefrom bliss beats rise as love for love does pine,
enveloping presence in this benign storm.
Oh worthy hermit, this is fact not fiction;
soul's transmutation, ego’s crucifixion.
09-October-2022
Lunar Revelation
Like the moon
seeking fulfillment,
my thoughts hung dangling
in cosmic crescent and yin-yang
spaces of contemplation
until tell-tale gibbous moments
of awareness prefaced
the paralleling of the full moon
reality and life’s waxing and waning;
it’s crucifixion and resurrection;
and the revealed emptiness
of its cross reflecting the fulfillment
of its quest.
In the moon-glow
of the cool stilled night,
spiritual meditation whispered
the mission purpose of inking a
cross of words of truth, praying
they would empty themselves
therefrom and be entombed
and resurrected in yours and
the children’s minds; anointing all
with the wisdom and guidance
of quested liberation.
Thus, may these anointing words be
as precious to all as was that of the oil
of Aaron, the dew of Hermon, and the dew
which descended upon the mountain of Zion.
*VIDEO of Justin Bieber's Talk of his Affliction on YouTube
Justin Bieber's Ramsay Hunt Syndrome
Just in
Justin
Bieber
Tweeter
Likewise
Apprise
TikTok
He talked
About
Timeout
Renege
His gigs
Because
He was
Concerned
He learned
Shingles
Hostiles
Illness
Stillness
Partial
Facial
Benumb
Therefrom
Hoping
Coping
Explore
Restore
Maintain
Unstrain
Renew
Sinew
Routine
Hygiene
Lengthen
Strengthen
Steadfast
Stand fast
Brainstorm
Inform
The signs
Headlines
Contribs
JBiebs
~~0~~
Justin Bieber announced that he is taking a break from performing after being diagnosed with Ramsay Hunt syndrome (RHS), a rare shingles-related condition that has paralyzed one side of his face.
2022 June 14
*Image of Dandelion Blowing Childhood by Pixabay.
Simply Breathtaking
Upon its advent
done ... it came and went
so characterless
this working process
from depths, we inhale
therefrom, we exhale
breath names this function
to be ... its junction
~~breath
relieved sigh ... expire
deep snoring ... respire.
We take breaths from out
inside whirls about
cache paired lungs fill up
all calm, we letup
in-out when at home
out-in while we roam
climb uphill we huff
candles out we puff
~~breath
through life ... unnoticed
keeps death ... remotest.
As we be breathed
brings us this life
as we unbreathed
blessed afterlife.
The mind indeed is a wondrous thing
it has so much fully retained within
therefrom schooling years to old age
but no matter what it's tainted with sin
Only God can deal with such a state
His judgement alone will have its day
to escape this plight requires a sacrifice
only Jesus can be this perfect offering today
Ink that flows so sweetly has no blot
learn well with your pen a voice
speak with real insight and right
guide your pen so make a correct choice
Remember your tongue flows from your mind
enabling the pen to purposefully write
all that's in your own little grey cells
use it so others may know some new light
The pen is the tongue of the mind
speaking with your ink not a blot
let it flow like a long Mississippi
words to encapture your fire on the spot!
(Quote:
"The pen is the tongue of the mind")
Miguel de Cervantes ( 1547-1616)
Claytonia
How God ignited the living continuum
No mind can fathom; nor therefrom,
How we sparked to flame.
Yet, some Sparks must beget Starbursts-
Not Stars; Ephemerals, in their fleeting bursts,
Are needed not less than Oaks.
I kneel in prayer to lift up her small light
Against the dark, not to mourn what might,
But illuminate the birthright of the briefest life.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2008
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.