Wonderment
When I can
Appreciate the alone-ness,
and smile in the darkness, and marvel at limits,
Respecting the balance of my
“Parent”, “Adult” and “Child”,
Then, integrated, I become mature
and whole; walking free,
With a limp…
POSTERITY©
Long ago and far away
We never thought we’d reach today
Living long we never dreamed
Could ever be as we had deemed
But here we stand hand-in-hand
It’s nothing like we might have planned
Back then we’d not conceived
Things of today could be believed.
Tomorrow brings more wonderment
Things of which we have no hint
Sadly we won’t be allowed
To have our minds become endowed
With things we’ll never live to see
They are for posterity.
That’s one regret we can’t recall
But posterity will see them all
When their age increases to
The ages of both me and you.
A crooked cobblestone street of windows
A maze of windows - creating a mournful meandering mirror
Watching, waiting, and wishing to be magical and magnificent
The brilliance of becoming something more
And as misty darkness undressed the Day
As luck would have it - wish granted, and it was a Monet.
"mountain wonderment"
as she sings and breathes souls come alive
reflections shine while whispers echo
such wonder is understood when witnessed
such tranquillity is felt within her arms
seriously glorious is what lies true
assembled for mankind for me and you
paths of openness fill oxygen and color
would it be mighty hills that stand
could it be rolling streams that mirror
or the sun and moon the guides the way
wildflowers and starlight grace this land
nature of mountain wonderment on hand
SkyWatcher
10-24-22
Silence foiled by noise,
upsetting our poise,
unless nonchalance
be our playful stance.
We cannot rescind
sudden gust of wind,
so welcome surprise ~
let wonder arise.
20-September-2022
To feel wonder arise,
in carefree, vibrant dance,
our void-centric presence
surrenders to the flow,
brought forth in innocence.
To feel wonder arise,
filling us with rapture,
we embrace the thunder,
humming, strumming, rumbling,
rising from down under.
To feel wonder arise,
we follow love blindfold;
each caress a surprise,
as in-form nodes awake,
on feeling bliss beats rise.
To feel wonder arise,
vaporise lower mind,
heart pure like morning dew,
porous and receptive,
beholds God in full view.
24-June-2022
- trapeze artists dazzle in air, the audience watch in complete awe -
Date written:10/31/2021
we
perceive,
colouring
the cognition,
interpreting it
as of the convenience
of our mind body combine,
reaffirming narrow thinking,
thus self-imprisoning self therein,
until we choose to dwell in cessation.
if only each time, be like the first time,
feeling each life pulse in wonderment,
delighting in offered surprise,
whilst resting our lower mind,
we embrace and release
flow of life with ease,
free and unbound,
our presence,
full of
joy.
07-April-2021
wonderment environmental praise
How can the winds see were it's going
And what direction do they call
If the trees are rooted in the grounds
Why do the leaves raise branches and limbs to the skies
Why?
wonderment of environmental praise
Why do ants scramble and dance to store food before winter?
How do babies empty their stomachs out before dinner?
Why
It's easy you see the wind has an "I"
So it "C's"
From the east to the west
Blowing tornadic 4 directions north, south, east, west
Wonderment of environmental praise
God is creator of ALL AND EVERYTHING
As even trees reaching toward heaven promisingly
Praises thee
Rooted planted firmly in believes
Praise tree waving in the wind
Praising waving winds affirmed
Tree planted grounded firmly standing strong and stearn
Blowing, Standing, reaching, praising, embracing, enjoying
God's breath blowing wind
God's creation grazing rooted grounded arms raising
Hallelujah
Wonderment of environmental praise!
2/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Embrace and release
Moment to moment with ease
Each pulse a new tease
02-October-2020
At the epicentre
within our heart
as love canters
ignition restarts
As the cogniser
of the current
soma we savour
to hearts content
Throb of silence
one hand clapping
yawn in innocence
electricity vivifying
Ceasing to resist
in total surrender
we as a bliss mist
at ourself wonder
06-September-2020
Pausing searching, rotating polarity of attention mired in eons of delusional conditioning, looking at all external objects with astonishment, we are awestruck by the beautiful artistry of the magician who conjures and renews these myriad of lifelike images. We permit ourselves a few moments of indulgence in wonderment in this fairyland, to do justice to the magic on display, before nestling back into our innate blissful state in Oneness throbbing with ineffable rapture & ecstasy.
The very first time
Reborn moment to moment
Lovers reunite
Why am I here? Not existentially
but literally why am I here in the
crawlspace. "Why are any of us
here?" Woh! Who are you
people?
S p l a s h i n g the home
with scent of mirth’s purity
he displays a glowing countenance
beaming with contagious smile…
Oh, what a grin to behold!
Daily, I witness such
wonderment-s p l a s h
sweet delightful experience
bubbling laughter glee…
Oh, rippling toward chuckle bursts!
Such s p l a s h-spree moments
never will I forego
as my special child
s p l a s h e s his cologne...
Oh, not just to himself!
Lavishly s p l a s h e d with love
he insists of s p l a s h i n g kid's perfume
to everyone within his reach
sharing fragrance-care
Oh, s p l a s h i n g GOD's kindness* of wondrous bliss!
2Samuel 2:6 And now the LORD shew kindness and truth unto you: and I also will requite you this kindness, because ye have done this thing.
June 4, 2020
4th place, "Splash" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 6/7/2020.
The Wonderment of a Child
While on my travels, I met a very young child today
He let out a yell, as if to grab my attention to play
I raised my both hands and smiled, he did the same
We both smiled and laughed, enjoying our little game
I watched him, all his excitement from everyday things
I was amazed at the joy he had, whatever the day brings
It brought me back to the memories of my own childhood
In that time of not knowing, of all things I misunderstood
Growing up with wide eyed anticipation of everything new
Hoping for what we wished for, will somehow all come true
Not a worry in the world, as we played our wondrous games
Lost in a world of our imagination, hoping all remains the same
How we lose this fascination of the simple things as we age
Struggle of adulthood, throughout the stressors we engage
Within all the strifes, the emotional turmoil that drive us wild
Try to look back and remember that wonderment of a child
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