the aspect of us in this form contained
knows very well it is God’s interface
so mindfully keeps heart pure and unstained
free from fears and desires, no goals to chase
that thus doing nothing, invoking grace
witnessing ebb and flow of shifting tides
with pulsations of truth always abides
As the light of God held in space,
both immanent and transcendent,
having invoked His boundless grace,
we are fully bliss resplendent.
Playing our life role as ordained,
as the light of God held in space,
our pure heart, aflame and unstained,
has of ego, nary a trace.
Since life’s not an exam to ace,
we’ve discarded concepts mental,
as the light of God held in space,
our eye is mindful, touch gentle.
Heeding love’s tweet, blissful and sweet,
in our heart, we have seen His face
and so our work here is complete,
as the light of God held in space.
Of Crimson of Rose of Fire of Love
Each delicate thought
Untouched and untamed
Flickering a light
Of beauty ingrained
Of Crimson...Of Rose...Of Fire...Of Love
For in a moment
Minuet and unstained
Reflect's a great love
Where memories remain
Each delicate thought
Behold the new day
Evanescent fleeting
Yet forever shall stay
Of Crimson...Of Rose...Of Fire...Of Love
Of Crimson...Of Rose...Of Fire...Of Love
Shes a woman, a mother, a sheroine, a phenomenal view to life, based in the deepest marshes and swamps of Africa. One unescappable piece of Gods artifact, a being soo difinite and adorrable...
Her courageous persistence to her motherhood, waterring seed of hope to every unstained blood. With her undivided attention to the well being of her children, life arouse optomesticly to where Africa is heading to just because she's a woman...
Her unartificial love, soo nature defined for God took his time. "She" a pronoun unwavering, holding enermous weight of what caring means. Her divine tender, unconditionally unleashed to minds and hearts soo deserving just because its a woman.
1987 then
with changed mind
to turn back
from
trespasses
&
consequences of the past-
unstained
set free
to be-
with Jesus
my
saviour
&
friend-
a
new creation
releasing me
with
pencil
paintbrush
&pen
to be
*a poiema
2024 much older now this day ...& still continuing on the Way
HERITAGE
Like a last puff of dust from an empty room
Almost a cough, as the last sign of life calls
From times when it was a bustling residence
Now deserted, with nothing left in evidence
No tinkle of the childish laughter in the halls
Just shuttered windows and this silent gloom
A house with history, both the good and bad
Gone, and few that now do hardly remember
Yet it was often the talk of those in high places
And some local resentment in particular cases
All the contents auctioned off last November
With death duties, the house left to the nation
Grounds are no longer regularly maintained
Since that final decision, all staff were let go
Now, just a few black crows in attendance
None left to inherit, no living descendants
Lost secrets that now no-one will ever know
At least, reputations may be left unstained
Suffused by ethereal mists divine,
graced upon us when we choose to be still,
doing nothing, with bliss beats we align,
celebrating as voids within us fill.
The entity that sought has disappeared
but with ego lost, clear sight’s been regained.
Entwined with oneness, what’s there to be feared,
for our soul presence is pure and unstained?
We know by now that each pore is a door,
through which Holy Spirit pervades our form
and as rapture rises, we keep no score,
swept straight to heaven in this benign storm.
Nodes within churn and we willingly burn,
as soul’s transformed in this mind-body urn.
Finally unshackled from our mind tree,
living mindfully, thoughts, words and deeds just,
we attained freedom to such a degree,
that transfixed in rapture of bliss beat thrust,
with love pulsations, choosing to agree,
magnetism filled organic form of dust.
Having attained that that may not be named,
we beheld light of soul, pure and unstained.
Out of the window flew dreams I once owned,
viewed by my presence with a wistful eye,
nurturing a hope, that they’d return honed,
as transcendental bliss, that makes heart sigh.
As I wished, so it was, lust turned to love,
now throbbing with joy, deeming mankind one,
invoking grace that poured in from above,
whereupon inner light shone like the sun.
Nothing was lost and everything was gained,
by thus releasing both desires and fears,
that from ego unchained, my soul unstained,
garnered wisdom known but to a few seers.
I took the first step and God did the rest ~
Each breath assures me that I’m truly blessed
A white layer,
So enticing and
Humbling.
Where you my master,
My Teacher making
A canvas unpainted,
Unstained.
An exploration is in
Order.
Life events unfold in as is ordained ~
We flow through crests and troughs, pure and unstained
16-February-2023
My heart covered slush
I was naked before Him
And in all my making in this
He saw before me
My essence my trueness
My heart was open unto lewdness
My stain heart
Filthy is my heart
Yet in Him instilling His virtue
Into me I chose to receive
That which Is the righteous of Him
And in my nakedness
I'm surrounded by His pure virtue
My stain heart
Covered in my heart sins of thoughts
As I wash myself thorough
Within the blood of the Lamb
His cleansing nature substance me spiritually
I am not viral exceedingly chasing my sins
Those my sins now are washed away
In my stain heart
I am craving the righteousness
The pureness of His heart
Heart of His Son's spiritual blood flowing through my veins
I am coming forth submerged in the grace
And mercies of my Lord Jesus
Through my naked soul and spirit
I'm cleanse washed made whole in the name of Jesus
No longer worn nor bruised my harden heart soften
Tender and pure safe and secure I am renewed
In a new shapen unstained heart~
12/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022(c)
No fears touch us, erst desires rest
We’re empty like vast space
Carrying no load on our chest
No goals remain to chase
Life goes on as ordained
Bliss mists in heart ingrained
Soul roams free and unstained
We make no fuss
No fears touch us
25-November-2022
Quietus
Drawn into a war that was not our choice,
we’re compelled to play the cards as they fall,
for although we wish all speak in one voice,
if swords need to be drawn as of fate's call,
aligned with righteousness, we must stand tall.
Thus playing out our life role, as ordained,
following path of truth, our soul's unstained
but we yet wish it did not come to this,
since love in our heart is deeply ingrained,
thus in midst of battle, we effuse bliss.
03-November-2022
For every divine wisdom that ever lived and transcended upon light
For every crucifix alight that lays fallen in the black of night
For all moments of perplexity that grace eyes innocent and unstained
For memories that lay still until words remind of dormant beasts slain
For presently breathing with nature while observing that which stands
transfixed and is unyielding
For vacantness which has saturated all points of conclusion when the bells shall ring
For events of immense magnitude, formed within clouds which yield acidic droplets of rain
For every sage in passing and the potential destruction that knocks incessantly at ones doorway
For precious divinity and how it's hard to recover what was before the complexity
For voices which once accompanied, and now silence echoes louder than a 1000 fragmented dreams
For the angel which did pass, yet still you’re randomly reminded of her beautiful wings
For pursuing plausible outcomes when standing on trails worn ever so deep
And for future enlightenments, where shadows cast pure light emitting serene energy....
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