A Divine Creation

The soul is a divine creation!
A single undivided substance
that has neither beginning nor ending.

Its association,
with the body begs at conception.

The soul's association
with the body,
educates the human spirit;
gives it a chance to develop
the attributes
God endowed it with.

When the body dies
the spirit,
the soul,
ascend into the next world
taking with it
the attributes it developed
while in association
with the physical body.


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My Second Midlife Crises

This one is going to be fun!

New experiences
to lift my soul
out of its brown study;
out of the silent darkness
of the uncreated
and carry it
into the joyous chaos of action.

New experiences
to jump start my self-esteem,
and put my ego beyond
self absorption
into the realm of humanity.

New experiences
to split the atoms of fear
and melt
the elements of self-consciousness.

In the process of becoming
my true self,
I give birth to a new belief system
and the process of healing
kicks Humpty Dumpty off the wall of selfishness.

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Janusry Afternoon

Afternoon sunshine
Warms Las Vegas neighborhood
Scatters happiness

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Lie Exists

The miracle is that life exists!
It exists as coral on the ocean floor,
It exists as flowers in a hidden meadow,
and as trees on a snow capped mountain peak.

Life exists concealed in empty space!
It exists hidden from human eyes,
It exists concealed in the stone of comets,
It exists hidden as modules in asteroids,
and as living creatures on distant planets.

Life exist in the midnight of our fears,
It exists in the awesome joy of our hopes,
And in every direction of reality.

Life exists as a procedure to the enlightened,
It exists as a confirmation to the faithful,
And as instructions to the seeker.

Life exist in every corner of the universe;
It exists in every possible and impossible echo system;
And in an incalculable amount.

Life exists as humanity:
Humanity a single group,
and a single species sharing one planet.

Life exists under strenuous conditions,
That give a poet pause to think
and to immediately express the universe:
"We are the universe expressing itself!"

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Sunday Morning

a sparrow singing
morning sun casts dark shadows
pigeons are cooing

 

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Saturday's Pigeons

Saturday morning
Pigeons coo supplicating
Warmth from dawn's first rays

 

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Wind Shadows

The wind blows,
and shadows dance
across stone walls.

The wind blows,
and shadows of cold flames flicker.

 

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Sacred Scriptures

Out of context
The verses become beacons
Pulsating in the night.

In context
The verses are stars
Guiding the wayfarer home.

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Write it Today

That idea that is so near right now;
Will leave for part unknown;
Unless you write it down today.

 

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The Soul

The human spirit
is a bright blue flame burning
with the love of God.

 

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Divine Love

God's love is a pericarp,
A seed pod ready to burst,
To open the seeker's heart,
To faith's unquenchable thrust.

Love for God: a lighting rod,
Attached to the seeker's soul,
Attracting the love of God,
Revealing the seeker's goal.

God's love: a gravity well,
That captures the seeker's soul,
Then te4sts the seeker's will,
Obedience to God's goal.

Divine love is a guiding light,
Allows the seeker to move,
To ascend in joyous flight,
To pursue its goal: God's love.

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Thoughts on Nothing

Nothing can be achieved without the aid of God
One achieves nothing by doing nothing.
There is nothing more important then proclaiming the name of the Ancient Beauty.
Hope achieves nothing without action.
If no mistakes are being made it means nothing is being done.
Nothing can be achieved without obedience to God's Manifestation.
Good intentions alone achieve nothing.


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My Soul's Desire

To write
sonnets to the Pen of Glory,
and inscribe odes to the Primal Point.

To express my gratitude
in stanza and line,
in rhythm and rhyme,
in metaphor and simile
for my spirit's birth
in this age of transition.

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Morning

How beautiful is the morning,
with white could above,
and commuters going eastward,
to meet the rising sun.


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Midweek Haiku

A chill in the air
Suggests snow on The Mountain
Dreaming of spring

 

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Circle of Faith

The Great Spirit speaks
and humanity responds
to the voice of love.

The Great Spirit speaks
encircling the globe with love;
with His Covenant.

The Great Spirit speaks
through the Mirrors of His Manifestations
to each generation.


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Complete Silence

Silence
is never more complete than
when you are alone in a room.

You are the only person
on the planet or in the universe.

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Echoes From The Soul

Poetry is echoes from my soul,
descending through mind's corridors,
Whispering to my animal brain,
melodies of spiritual reality.

Rhyme is the right brain's interpretation,
of music descending from my spirit.
rhythms whose immortal melodies,
transcend physical reality.

Verse is the left brain's translation,
of echoes descending from my soul,
words cannot adequately express,
spiritual reality.


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Footprints

Verse by verse
I advance across
the sands of life.

Verse by verse
I leave a record
o my journey in the sands.

 

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Trust in God

Trust in God!
He is the strong,
         the invincible,
         The eternal creator.

Trust in God!
He sees us--
         not for what we are but--
                             for what we can be.

Trust in God!
His grace is eternal,
and His gifts are unending.




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Hope

The depth of our darkness,
and the murkiness of our shadows
reveals the brightness of our light.

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DNA: A Poem

Variegated threads entwine,
brad themselves
into rainbow cords of light,
weave themselves
into spiral stair cases
that reflect
cosmic diversity
and divine harmony.

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The First Saturday in January 2019

Gray Saturday
Clouds conceal winter's blue sky
My neighborhood is silent

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Organized

I am organized
I know what I want to do
The list is written

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Overcoming Worry

Intone the prayers of salvation,
Place all your troubles in the hands
Of the Glory of God,
And listen to the voice of faith,
Whispering "All is well!"
Or "It's going to be alright!"


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