Today I’m grateful for the wisdom that comes with age…
with understanding each day as I grow a little older…
perfection…
like love…
like beauty…
is in the eye of the beholder.
In the quiet of the black night, beneath the white moon's glow,
My mother stands like Durga, fierce yet gentle in flow.
With a crown of stars and a heart full of grace,
She embodies strength in every embrace.
Her eyes are the wisdom of the ages from the past,
A guardian of affection, steadfast and vast.
With arms that protect me like the Goddess Kali,
She shields us from harm, fierce yet so free.
Her voice is a mantra, soothing and pure,
In her presence, our troubles find solace a cure.
Like Saraswati's wisdom, she guides my way,
In the light of her knowledge, we learn and we sway.
Her singing is like music, like temple bell's chime,
Resonating with joy, transcending all the time.
In the warmth of her hugs, I find my home,
With her strong spirit, I am never alone.
Oh divine mother, with love you empower,
In every small gesture, you bloom like a pink blossom.
You are the essence of life, sacred and wise,
A reflection of a goddess, in your tender guise.
To my mother, she is divine and bright,
Embodiment of grace, my guiding light.
In every heartbeat, in every prayer I send,
I honour you amma, love with no end.
what is clear when the fog clears,
the fog that makes you tipsy,
the dizzy feeling of falling…
there are stars of the past,
the fallen angels -
we don’t call them angels.
no longer the cherubs.
stars of clarity -
amazing.
ebon sky fills the mind.
wisdom of the ages,
I find.
those sparkling creations -
clarifying, cleansing
diamonds glitch.
the ring,
no longer petrified,
but razzle dazzling.
of what I speak of:
the time you held my hand
and we tarried
under the tent
of darkness and light,
targeted
our future -
it was the brightest white.
a bazillion stars
filled the horizon
aliens landed…
I imagined.
stars of clarity outreach -
they preach a sermon.
it is deep.
I am that dragon wild and free that challenged men should fear,
But maidens pure of heart and soul are those for whom I care;
I hear the siren's call and grace her lilting, playful winds,
Hugging inconstant flows and ebbs, caressing faithful wings;
I take or leave a bounty as I choose to do at will,
I agitate to fascinate, I soar and dive to thrill;
But know you that the treasure that I need is not a thing,
I seek to bring under my spell a most enchanting being;
Mythical in your sphere of knowledge, mystical in mine,
A creature of an intrinsic beauty, sensual and refined;
This spirit weaves a power that men struggle to access,
A flame of such intense intelligence that I must possess;
I'll penetrate a shield of order with my piercing eyes,
I'll then ignite that lust and longing to unleash my prize;
I'll use the wisdom of the ages that I gained at birth,
And protect my fiery magic Sprite until my dying breath.
Come, let’s go to the Shambala bardo
Embarking on a wingless flight of delight
Where sunlight crystallises into mists sublime
Self existent divine light illumining the dark night
When the moon shines overhead in a starlight sky
Melding with melody of soul’s music mystical
Plunging into the void, aloft a moonbeam
We fly leaving behind mind egotistical
Magnetism divine vivifies the vast void
In no time at all, we reach our destination
Beings of love and light announce our arrival
Emitting effervescence, boundless is our elation
Wisdom of the ages is bestowed on us instantly
At Shambhala, entwined with universal mind
Our life fast forwards toward the finish line
Love enabled at last, blissful and kind
06-December-2022
Bestow upon us, the Wisdom of the Ages,
in this the hour of our Greed.
In His eyes was the wisdom of the ages,
In His hands there was kindness and love,
His manner was tender and quiet,
In His smile was a light from above.
He travelled the highways and byways,
Spoke to rich man and beggar alike,
He taught in the streets and the temples,
Brought comfort and healing and light.
He spoke of His reason for coming,
And a home for the faithful and true,
At first He was loved by many,
And then by only a few.
He was taken to court in the city,
And put through a mockery trial,
He was hung on the cross without pity,
And taunted and rudely reviled.
Why did they do this to Jesus,
A Man who would never abuse,
His countrymen laughed and they mocked Him,
He said He was King of the Jews.
How can one survive,
a heart that can feel?
When a simple word,
can cut like sharp steel.
The human being,
hurts so many ways.
One day the body,
all of us betrays.
The mystery here,
is have we been shamed?
If all we have learned,
is how to be tamed?
The great ones have said,
there is a reason.
In every success,
there is a treason.
Only when coupled,
with the great divine.
will a man know peace,
in his lifes design.
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July 27, 2021
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Edited January 3, 2022
She said to me,
“Into each life, a little rain must fall”
Her voice was sweet and humble
in a Grandmother’s tone
Indeed, she was of vintage
and I, her young friend and neighbor
With wisdom of the ages,
as I lamented my latest woe,
she uttered those words
which echo still in my mind
No need to explain, I knew the cliche’
and yet her sincerity and love
made them ring true
We need rain to grow, to thrive
She taught me to fear not
the maturity of the human being
“Getting older is not so bad” she offered
You are going to be ok!
Although she slipped away so long ago,
and I am now older than she was
when I knew her,
her sweet advice still soothes me
Whenever life brings forth the clouds,
I think of her and I remember her words
and I let it rain
life's highways etched into her face
crevices and valleys, catching wisdom of the ages
an eagle's eyes missing no nuances or glances,
woman who is intelligent enough to keep silent
watching the eaglets make their own journey
earning their own highways and crevices
baby stares
with the wisdom of the ages
in his eyes
My Laws My Way
30/04/2018
As above, so below.
Do what thou wilt and do no harm.
Wiccan laws, nature’s rules.
I choose this path and walk.
Thou shalt not commit murder.
Turn the other cheek.
Christian commandment and saying
I choose this path and walk.
You reap what you sow.
What goes around comes around.
Wisdom of the ages.
I choose this path and walk.
Every action in nature must have an equal and opposite reaction.
Wherever you go, there you are.
Newton’s law, Karmic law.
I choose this path and walk.
Love all until given a reason not to.
Love yourself, treat others as if they were you.
My laws, my way
I choose this path and walk.
I am not meant to be a speaker of truth
I am not meant to be the bearer of knowledge
in my words you will find no wisdom of the ages
nor the conscience of my generation
I cannot offer you transcendental enlightenment
the afterlife yet alludes me
Nirvana, Valhalla, Heaven
mere abstraction while I walk this earth
my insights
but meaningless sardonic rambling
no epiphanies
no sage advice
only a searching wanderer
destined to quest
for that elusive word
which someday may illuminate this aphotic life
and bring peace to my weary soul
01/16/2018
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