Poetry Wrote Over Several Years on Spiritual, Religious, and Devotional Subjects. |
Devotional Poetry My Search I Into the mystic realm, I let my mind take flight, Over stone strewn highways, I search the endless night. I was the Wanderer, Looking for a goal, And the Seeker, Searching for my soul. I walked the roads of idle fancy, Paths of material delight, Stumbling over stones of vain imaginings, In my search for the light. A voice deep within me cried: "Here doesn't lay your goal, Upon these darkened pathways, You'll never find your sou." II Into the mystic realm, Again my mind took flight, Over well traveled highways, I search the misty twilight. I was a Seeer, Seeking an unknown goal, And a Stranger, To my own soul. In this realm of half-light, I strolled the roads of tradition, Picking my way carefully, Through the shadows of superstition. Still from within came the cry: "Not in this realm is your goal, Upon these half-lit pathways, You'll never find your soul" III Into the mystic realm, Again I took flight, And walked the paths, Where God has shed His light. I walked the hallowed highways, Trod by the Prophets of old, Strolled the ancient paths, Strewn with nuggets of pure gold. This is the wondrous realm, Where all paths become one, This is the glorious land, Illuminated by God's sun. Through the Word of God, I have found my soul, In the Messenger for this age, I have found my goal. Poet's Note: ▼ |
Evening Repast: Ginger Tea and Poetry December 5, 2018 at 9:04pm Evening Repast:
Ginger Tea and Poetry
Ginger tea and poetry:
The feast that satisfies,
the hungry mind and thirsty eyes
of matter's disillusioned lover.
Ginger tea and poetry:
The essence of reality,
for the weary mind that weeps
bloody tears for sacred lies.
Ginger tea and poetry:
The lullaby that rocks the soul,
into a deep and dream filled sleep
that guides the spirit to its goal.
{dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}I wrote this sometime in 157 B.E. ... [Read more] Meditations on the Creation of the Universe June 30, 2019 at 3:46pm 1
Echoes of Creation
Flowing across
the interstellar medium
the crackle of background radiation
echoes the memory of creation's BE,
whispering interference
to the ears of humanity.
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The Heart of Light
Shadows expand, contract, expand,
as diurnal motion echoes the beats.
Behind the veils of duality--
Of opposites, of yen and yang, of day and night--
Rotates the divine Singularity,
that generated our reality,
and created the universe.
Novas bud, bloom, and fade
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