Spiritual Freedom
I imagine my soul will be lifted by my Life
To an endless dance with daisies,
Where I can float between the stars and the earth
At Will,
In the hush of a dewy night,
Swimming in glee,
Shouting "yippee!"
While old men snooze in rocking chairs,
Unaware
And I bumble and somersault in thick clouds with free abandon
Yes, that's what they call True Spirit!
Love weighs as thick fog
Unseemly
Yet can be captured by sccopfuls in butterfly nets
If lucky,
It's shared in still swirls
The fullness lasting forever.
Orchestrate between blades of sundried summerly grass
A few chirp beneath fallen leaves
Sing melodies despite
Inevitable cosmic seasonal transitions—
Lulling us as if tonight's normal is eternal.
Newton imitated the leap of his prey—
An absurd sight of a furred beast doing
A cricket hop here, a cricket hop there
Through the tall grass on a bright starry night
Ah, the clear mind to enjoy this simply silly joy of a cat!
Will transforms the elements of the Universe,
Where your Spirit tumbles into my ears and out my nose,
as a refreshing jaunt in autumnal woods of the mind.
Paradise explodes wonders
Regardless of a passing time
Through the flesh is marked in its numbered days
Yet, what forces are built up
Over a lifetime from giving and
loving and caring and Seeing!
To set the scales straight
In hopes of dissipating to a higher level
Striving to unblock energy that stagnates in
Old arteries of Nations and
Households and
Monstrous churches
To set free the suppression
so other innocent souls
can flourish
without gunshots, torments or realized nightmares—
so we are able to see our existence as
A big cradle in Mother God's arms,
Shhing us to sleep
Then we can help
the fruit trees grow so
All are nourished by the next day's dream without
fear of evolution or the onslaught of pain
In this vision of simple comfort,
we will see our sacred connection,
where the Star above,
not the buffoon on the ground,
Is where our puppet strings ascend
And our hearts can walk enlightened into His eternal imagination.
Gratitude
For each day I wake up to the sound of mourning doves,
I give You thanks.
And ask
that I may smell the pine trees again
enrapture in the crickets
cuddle the purr of my cat
and feel the crunch of the snow beneath my feet
I am blessed to have received heartened words in a letter
To have suffered through the pains of hopelessness,
only to come through , with Your resurging power
Knowing I am Loved by You
and indeed Love has always been peeking behind ironwork doors and crumbling buildings
There is Love in each natural design
There is a sacred purpose to this walk.
To love You. To feel You. To know You.
With peaceful nights You've given me the splendour to witness my youthful faults,
to understand the historical nature of All and my humanity
This is the peace you promised me
This is the peace I've been seeking.
With infinite wonder, thank you, Dear God, for showing me Your Way.
Gratitude
For each day I wake up to the sound of mourning doves,
I give You thanks.
And ask
that I may smell the pine trees again
enrapture in the crickets
cuddle the purr of my cat
and feel the crunch of the snow beneath my feet
I am blessed to have received heartened words in a letter
To have suffered through the pains of hopelessness,
only to come through , with Your resurging power
Knowing I am Loved by You
and indeed Love has always been peeking behind ironwork doors and crumbling buildings
There is Love in each natural design
There is a sacred purpose to this walk.
To love You. To feel You. To know You.
With peaceful nights You've given me the splendour to witness my youthful faults,
to understand the historical nature of All and my humanity
This is the peace you promised me
This is the peace I've been seeking.
With infinite wonder, thank you, Dear God, for showing me Your Way.
