Divine
Imperfect Playwright?
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Sometimes it seems God was an imperfect playwrightwho in the divine design does not play right.For instance, a bison bull who unsuccessfully challenges anotherfor head of the harem is shunned and goes off aloneThe ratio of 100 females to 1 malereminds one of the stolen wealth of hedge fund billionaires
divine alchemy
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DIVINE ALCHEMY
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Through the divine
alchemy of time,
our anger is turned
into laughter
and even more sublime.....
into love.
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-saiom shriver-
The barriers between us
electric light in your eyes
vibrant colors blew my mind
the barriers between us wear me thin
like claws in my skin, dug deep in
hiding behind teeth, shielded with a smile
taking my all to breathe
I know i'm stuck here for awhile.
love is like glue
my heart for you
frozen solid in the gap of time
somewhere between the righteous & divine
I fail to reach...
my voice is fading, growing weak
hands are losing grip, holding nothing
you are like a beautiful star in the sky, somewhere up high
lost to my touch
reaching up & getting no where
if I tried to speak would it be too much?
buried in the sand
like every secret
behind a wall
imprisoned inside us
until then i'll wait in this cage
wondering when you will turn the key
when will you set me free..?
trust me when I say it's everlasting..
not my art)
11.18.13.
The power of True Self & Here Now
Chest aches
Past and future occur all at once
Here Now.
Oh, how I do not know how to feel about this.
Oh, how I know there are too many emotions at once
to be able to choose a response.
Who I was, Who I will be
they shift and rearrange
according to who I am
right now.
There is nothing but right now!
All time packed into a little moment
a breath
these tears,
the silence that pulls me,
Magnetically
Into the perfect direction.
Yet there is no up, down, right, left.
All directions at once
within this infinite circle
of here and now.
Who is writing this?
It couldn't be "me",
for I act irritable
angry
annoyed
helpless
selfish
confused
scared.
How my personality has lead me
far away from here.
From this place where I die
and I become the infinite body
of light
that I was born to shine.
Oh how words
Oh how actions
Oh how personality
could never fully express
explain
or define
Who is writing this
Here Now.
Letters From The Moon
To want 'more' of something creates an assumption, a query, a debate of sorts within the self that there is an awareness of lack within the self. So before reaching for 'more' I have found it beneficial to examine if there is indeed 'lack'. To win 'more', out of a need that underlies the things we choose to see, as opposed to that which we refuse to see, can lead exactly where we do not want to be, only to feel the perceived need for more of the same lack. Introspection of oneself beyond the surface lack is what makes a winner. You can be the best at anything you want to be, if you see yourself as the best at the start of the journey. There may be no medal of honor, no red carpet, no crown of glory or paved paths of precious gems. There will only be the divine knowledge of gaining the insight of your truth and your purpose, which is a only a trophy that rests in the sacredness of infinity....that's all it is. ;-)
Chase your dream. If you get tired along the way, ask yourself for more of what is lacking.... ;-)
© 2013
From Energy to Ego
the regret leaves a trail of horrors
It's hard to believe the egos of some
while others are just plain dumb.
This life is your trail by fire,
as humanity is something to admire.
Beauty within, starts at your conscious to begin.
Question everything. Stardust to a living breathing being.
The universe is our home, where energy is free to roam.
The saints are gone and the angels have cried
out of the darkness, straight from the abyss.
It's sad for it is the little things you miss
Heaven and hell, words not a cell.
Punishable by your own thoughts and convictions,
Judges by your own creation
for in this life, reality is of your own manifestation.
Choice and action, Your influenced reaction.
however the truth is we will never know
what happens after death until we ourselves go.
Faith is such a tricky word; to believe.
That at least once our hearts and minds will be deceived.
To know god, is to know your perception will be flawed.
Oh Lord
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I have sinned against you
and I have confessed before
give me the strength and resolve to confess now
I once held you to that of fiction,
with a twisted sense of perversion.
Love is not written within a book, or held behind its words
Where everyone must travel their own paths, find where they belong
The divine can be seen everywhere, jumping between worlds
Oh Lord,
Within me there is a spark of life, that of creation
call it a soul, call it divine, call it what you will
Where everyone tries to live up to a standard of perfection
everyone sinning, then repenting just to feel.
damned to be flawed, idols to be resisted, for the universe lies above.
Heaven and Hell, Good and bad
soaked in blood and a sacrifice to be had
Where we dance with devils, in childish lands
playing with religion with idle hands.
stopped believing in myself, ready to be kicked
and so I pray, but not for me
but rather this day, for everyone to see their beauty.
Oh Lord,
my divine right
hold to me my spiritual insight
so that the day may be blessed along with the night.
Through time and space, energy dances with grace