Where do Souls go
when in flesh no more?
How do they choose
what next body to use?
What memories of the pasts
are let go of-freed-at very last?
What unfinished business
sets the tone for the next visit?
Prayer
See
I am
determined
to see –
to really see.
This feels like
the whole point
of my unique human journey-
to see me more clearly,
to experience the unity of we,
to grasp the oneness that is our humanity.
So much distraction to Universal Truth.
So much to unearth and uproot
within the mind,
which when ego-blind,
leads to acts violent and words so unkind.
We are in this together,
from the very beginning, each other’s keeper.
One Heart,
One Love,
One Mind,
One Body.
One Shepherd, and we, His sheep.
Now is not the time
to bitterly whine
and then fall sound asleep.
No!
Lest we will continue to reap
that which we
did not consciously
intend to sow.
I am
determined
to see,
to pray
everyday:
Lord, open wide my eyes,
cast off the crusty old lies
and the illusions
that cause hysteria and mass confusion.
Let there be Light,
only True Sight-
no more black or white.
Liquid Emotion
So much commotion…
seemingly living in a world
that has forgotten the notion
of human connection
and shared emotions.
One big white truck
in Nice, innocent hundreds struck.
Police…American Black male…
over and over again the same sad story this entails.
Civil wars that destroy and displace,
cultivating great pain and unleashing raw hate.
The environment, alas, we continue to mercilessly rape.
All this, we can no longer tolerate!
For we were crafted to only connect and create.
Make no mistake,
if we continue at this deadly pace,
Earth may no longer compensate
and will need to retaliate
in order to recalibrate.
BIG BANG
NO MORE HU-MAN.
But wait!
By dint of endless, deserve-less Grace,
it’s never too late
to come back together
and reevaluate;
to begin anew
with the view
that in His Hands,
He’s got the whole world
and not just a few.
Love, use we
Love, You…
design we
birth we
raise we
feed we
fill we
teach we
sustain we
define we
refine we
awaken we
enlighten we
embolden we
Now,
Love,
please hear we:
use we
guide we,
have Thy Will be done
through we-
mere instruments of Your peace
’til the day You release
each one of we
back home
unto Thee.
tran·scend·ence
you’re lost in a Trance
engulfed in sweet Rapture
Altered,
delved into a completely New
inner Space
one where you Consume and then reflect
blinding Light Energy
as you Navigate
the very Depths of your Soul
releasing false Ego
and other Non-sense
filling your Cup instead
with an Equanimity, a peace
that passeth all understanding.
hold on
grab that thin ledge
with fingertips tired, worn and red.
hang on tight
don’t you dare give up The Fight!
don’t look down
at that cold, distant ground.
look up instead
at what your God has just ahead.
hold on;
stay strong.
your life: not all wrong.
your story: not yet done.
America
One nation
under God
indivisible…
a country,
a study
in democracy.
On what it means,
the responsibility
of being “free.”
We continue to learn
to see
repeatedly
that “free”
that equality-
not always easy
and often lacks clarity.
Constant to and fro,
outer battles
reflecting
inner struggles.
Still, we stand!
For/from ourselves much better demand.
So much at stake:
too much needed Love to make
and bridges to create
as per God’s Great Mandate.
L’homme Délicieux
how is it possible that God could have poured
so much deliciousness in just one Cup?
it is simply too much for another to sop up!
blowing the mesmerized mind every time,
man delicious,
can’t look at ya,
can’t look away.
your utter exquisiteness
holds such sweet sway.
too fine,
you personify sublime.
so damn divine,
like a delectable glass of rare, perfectly aged wine.
beyond luscious,
you overpower, disarm and intoxicate!
how then does a mere mortal adequately navigate?
enthralled, thrown, spellbound,
I ask my Lord:
why so much scrumptiousness into one Cup you poured?
Beautiful Man
Come here, My Dear.
I can feel you so very near.
Come to me,
soon, please-
as per God’s Will.
Beautiful man,
crafted by The Potter’s Hand,
specifically
for me-
as I for thee,
come, let us together journey
spiritually,
creatively,
and intellectually.
You: My benevolent King –
wise teacher, merciful mirror, fierce protector.
Me: Your appreciative Queen-
cinnamon muse, the air you choose to deeply breathe.
We: Blessed
beloved,
bespoken –
coming together
forever
in service to
our Heavenly Father.
do you see what I see?
come to me, Beloved.
come, straight with not a hint of a chaser:
no art on your face
nor hair made up and straight.
come to me in your most natural state.
allow me to see exactly what God done create.
let me see you in the “harsh” Light,
not just undercover “protected” by the night.
My Love, why the masks?
you know I must ask.
why do you feel you must always run from me,
hiding away your true identity?
what is it you do not wish for me to see?
come, Baby.
sit,
breathe,
be.
then,
look
at
Me.
Look into your mirror through my eyes.
do you see what I see-
your great beauty,
that you are infinitely worthy
just as you are
right now?
in your own eyes,
do you see in you the mystery,
vulnerability,
fragility,
abundant curiosity,
and stubborn audacity?
do you?
really?
and of the fine lines indelibly etched on your face-
do you see your long history and humble ministry?
do you, Baby?
what of your beautiful skin-
scarred, marred, unshaven, uneven?
therein, your unique composition,
not crafted to be ignored,
but deeply appreciated and fully explored.
do you see what I see, Baby?
your True Story,
your ineffable Glory.
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