An event planner from birth,
he becomes annoyed to notice
what had been short-range planning
is now long-range
hoping to renew
anthropocentric intelligent investment
What sentience may his cells,
molecules,
atoms have that remains?
Now free to transverse
transform
transparent with non-other
neighbors
Looking for unconditional love
compassion
enlightenment
cooperative empowerment
With synergetic
energetic
united,
but not uniformed,
neighbors
Rematriated,
reformed
from patriarchal caste position
preservation
compulsion
Recreating a less anthropocentric view,
panentheism becomes as humanely obvious
as sacred ethos wealth
embracing organic eros health
Renewing virtues
of green ecological climates
planning a robust EarthMother democracy.
Life is but a singular happy dream.
God crafted with light and steam.
A marvelous imposing fantasy
For me alone to transverse and see
A joyous adventurous masquerade
Where celebrants pass in a parade
It fits like the most comfortable shoes
As if it was composed by Mother Goose.
But fearing God will find us out.
We erase every vestige of doubt.
Cause God knows how to infuse.
In a huge bowl fantastic brews
The key elements He stirs with care.
To invent a life with ease and flare
And then He spins like a tapestry
The fabric of life in all its majesty
So, through it we chase daily success
Donned in a cloak of sublime behest.
Daily we chase our fantasy morn to morn
And thank God for that day we were born.
Not knowing where Time begins
and ends...I suppose, we could be
anywhere? And if Eternity is true,
well, what does it matter?
So, let’s say that, for now, I am here
with you, and you with me – and all Time
is in the moment...then we are beginning
and end and eternity together.
You speak of End Times. While my life
is one of beginnings; this morning was
Sunrise...and in the evening will be Star
Rise – and I will love you even more
and not less.
Moonlight is liquid – didn’t you know?
A sable brush feathering from sunset, how
we sort of saturate the canvases of one and
other, transverse, cleansing and freshening
our borderlines. Let us paint love tonight.
Using fingers and Tongues, speaking ours
in a primal way
a child-like language of fond and far purer
gibberish.
Open your heart to multi-dimensional reality
for when it comes to the soul,
it is not about frugality
Dive into new possibilities and transverse
into the abyss of new cosmic hope,
we are beings of light, diverse !!!
Everything one says,
everything one writes
is a declaration of who
one is. I put as much
effort into my comments
as I do into my poetry --
they also transverse the
electron world. Missed
opportunity – Main-course
or a quick warmer-upper,
Soup is precious to my
table of wholesome Etiquette
and expression.
In depth of memory, a glance lingers
A fleeting connection, a spark that flickers.
Eyes once locked in a shared universe,
Now a distant memory, a celestial transverse.
The shock of electricity that once courses through,
A jolt of recognition, a heart that was anew.
Has given way to the whisper of time,
A reminder of moment left behind.
The chat on my phone a digital echo,
Remind of the last seen 2 years ago.
~Byeol
shoulda ben rimes in timing, short of
I am bik meteor. a lit a bit of funning,
co lab adorashun with fella slurpers,
alfa betting by tossing in a bowl
or turning in a flying bed, as sheep
are worn out by leaps and counting,
running on sentences, perhaps
cross ref rencing guilty teens
and hanging dirty laundry
for all two see, hang ink on
lim or icks, as i transverse
the u and verse,
o go on u say and i shell
simmer in a pot, hoping
its the won of gold
but i dont want no
leper con and rain bow
or stoopid cupid to steal
my home in outer space,
so i scribble a crostic
We live
what the Spirit-mind
shapes and forms
that which
comes before
the chicken
and the egg
Soulful-creations --
think long enough
(knead, mold)
deep enough
adds ripple to
a universe of
transverse-realities --
Will is the Traveling-force
and Love
God's Blessed Purifier --
The bible
our pure poetry
Divine voice
art -- gallery imagery
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite –
shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom
to light, shape, transverse supernal grace,
we, alone, limit speed
and trajectory
bridging dark gaps, colors
dappled, dropped and splashed
faith will make mix, both consciously
and intuitively apply:
heaping our scrapers and brushes,
the chill of the chalkboard screech
the joy of the slip and slide
the rankle of arms and hands figuring
otherwise meaningless medium
Creativity man's Adam
ligaments of my elastic being
dutifully, lovingly allowing stretch
for explore
sinewy constructs for
mental lift and taut endurance,
the unshakable frame that
holds all upright, and
makes daily challenges
superbly sculptable, while
retaining elasticity --
God let’s be
and we decide
if when and what…?
His unseen hand
yet in the flaming attributes….
“Time is money”
“Time heals all wounds”
“Time is what you make of it”
Truth, somewhere in the ticking
corridors we daily and nightly
transverse (Poe said brightly
and dimly dreaming) -- ticking echoes of
walls man does not see beyond
without visual aids of Faith...death
the sign of exit.
Time is a game of Hide-n-Seek.
Life may not be the only conscious
player….
A brilliant sky - a hopeful day and night
But broods and churns, the haunt of beast and plight.
No kneading dough nor kneeling praise nor shout -
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
The stretch between heaven and hell, no game.
A farmer or preacher could not stake claim.
With deep bruises, blood-red, the chasm has clout.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
Unsettling spores, the slithering…it’s war.
Get used to whip of snow and sun…its roar.
The walking dead transverse the sea of doubt.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
Ferocious waves, an unlit path with rocks.
A flaming sword, wrath of cherubim-locks.
Eternity without a save - sealed route.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.
Years ago, I had a dream that was reoccurring time after time when I was young.
Deep in Outerspace I find myself floating in my bed along with the stars and no need of an Aqua-Lung.
My bed draped in white as were my robes, lying there amidst beings of light.
I felt at ease as they loomed around my in human form but with luminous dazzling brilliants that pierced the night.
Later on in my adult life, after reading Secrets of the Universe, I had an out of body experience and again, met these Beings of Light, then realizing there was much more than four dimensions.
This I believe had been preordained, just part of my journey, my training, an elevation to new vibrations, part of my ascension.
How exciting to be in the midst of extraordinary light beings who transverse many wonderful realms and various exquisite places.
Realizing and embracing with ancient times, relatives and roots, constantly reminding me that I am light without birth, coalesced in tremendous flesh and continue on only with God's graces.
There is no guarantee
when it comes to the
heart...
though love released with
sincere eternity – our carriers,
though Homers of loyal wings
transverse a sky of hawks
There is no guarantee
when it comes to matters
of interpersonal love – only God knows
man's truest beats – for the mortal heart
is an aggressor
while also retreats
Love, indeed!~ is a campaign of sorts
armies of feelings going forth
entrenchment on both sides
love often hides
while never a victory without
two fond surrenders
They take tiny steady steps,
Harmless little creatures,
Unperturbed in their countenance,
Peaceful in their gathering,
They hop flapping their wings,
Celebrating one another,
Making joyful felicitations,
Who will these amiable creatures harm?
Or who would want to do them any harm?
For they gladden the heart,
They bring sunshine to gloomy moments,
They soon take flight,
They transverse the sky.
September 27, 2022.
the forest is silent and deep
we transverse the seasons of sleep
the depth of unknown regions
in our collective darkest past
silent and deep dark as a well vast
setting out for the outer borders
we wonder watching the fires
of cities consume the night alone
I drift in the sea of infinity
some of what is and what will be
washed in all indigo and unknown
as we dwell in the deepest of sleep
hiding within our collective past
watching the forest for the trees
feeling the rushing past in plain sight
into the outer borders
we watch the fires of cities rise
on the horizons
lost into the distance alone in the infinite
some of what is and what will be
found in future plans as the forest
is silent deep for the trees
silent, deep
into the borderlands!
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