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 Jan 2015
JWolfeB
Today is more than yesterday

Falling short of tomorrow

Right where it needs to be

Presently perched

On the high wire

Of being present
Too often I find myself trying to live in the future or in the past, today I want to be perfectly present.
The second power of the Sphinx
is Will.

"Motion is by mind alone."
Intelligence, armed with Wisdom,
        fortified with Understanding,
        self-realizes.
                The will to power orchestrates
                desire, giving flesh to dream.

                       (ripples in the waters of מ)

        Who awakens, ceasing Motion,
        becomes the Mover:
        the omnipresent Point.

Will is the Artificer of Truth.
Truth embodied by Art
follows conception.
Existence produces mythos.

                "The Maze, the Maze that is the Secret,
                loves Itself.
                And in the love of Itself,
                amazing things Become."


To Will is to express:
to falsify the inestimable
and create by omission.

        "The world-dream is a lie." Ω

        "Lo, for these words that stain the lips of the Anointed,
        the Smeared Ones.
        Smeared in the ashes of My blood
        is the lie that is Our story."


The cause of Action is narrative.
The effect of Action is narrative.
I speak the Word.
I hear the Word.

The Story begins.
And begins.
And begins.
And begins.

⊙ - Motion is by Mind Alone
⊾ - Liber Labyrinthus
Ω - Liber Atrocitas
 Jan 2015
Phosphorimental
I’m just passing it along,
All has come – to become gone

But for a fleeting instant at most
love is a guest of an eager host

I become aware that sender I must be,
which is how it now arrives with thee

This golden dove, thy gaze, the time
Carried by messenger from the Divine

Over the Bizarre – this cloud passing by –
Is a trader’s exchange across a bartering sky

Tis only suspended by my arresting eye
Then off again, I let it fly

A poem, a song, a painful illness
Ecstatic whirling around the axis of stillness

Gone from gone, as gifts unwrap
What’s given is done, to be given back

Finding it’s way to hand and heart
By hand and heart once had a start

So you who arrive had come before
I saw another close a door

Waiting, a package sent to ourselves
arriving like stars in a hearts black well

I lean over the edge of introspection
Down to dark waters of a captive reflection

In the ripples of light and shadow I see
A present returned, and the present is me

Am I light emitted or light received
Where am I on the wheel of destiny

All I seek is its cycle’s center
Blessed reunion of recipient and sender
Universe is macroscopic
Atom is microscopic.
Universe is astral,
Atoms are universal.

Berthed in the crevice of cosmos,
Look far beyond the globe for trespass,
In timeless time to sense its size,
Along an obscure distance to deal,  
At the pace of thunderous lightning.
Unending end begins to end endlessly.

Peep deep into the bottom of atom,
Behold how the nucleus holds the atom,
Proton-neutron welded safe in stem,  
Powerful electrons circle in tandem.
Deeper you disclose, the deeper it displays.

Beware; atom bears an explosive energy,
Tap it safe with your wisdom and synergy,
No words and verse can describe universe.
Explored by explosions and implosions,
World is an infinite nuclear complex.
When someone says
"You've changed"
with a negative tone,
it simply means
you've ceased to live
the way they wish.
Balance of life depends much
on the balance of love
 Jan 2015
Amitav Radiance
We are asking questions
In the ambit of falsity
Where we hear an echo
From the walls
That restricts us to venture
Into the world beyond
Leaving us with unanswered questions
Some replies from a trajectory
Not aligned to us
Creating a conflict
And warring minds
Cannot be at peace
Until we scale the challenges
Created by us
 Jan 2015
spysgrandson
who wants to know
the exact day one will die?
(not I, not I, says the fly to the spider)  
but she tells me, this crooked old lady
from a dream…

she circles me, prods me
with bony fingers, ogles me
through blue blinking eyes, her mouth
curling in curious, curdled smile  

you will be here a while--you have
until you are seventy-five years plus a day  
how do you know this? mostly in your eyes, she says  
but they are not red, from lack of sleep, I protest, and
my blood numbers are grand, all within those blessed ranges
still red, she says, and being duly desiccated
by wily winds you do not control  

but I still climb mountains, I proclaim
and look for Ponce De Leon’s fountains? she asks  
why do you argue with me, in this liquid world
of sleep, for I am thee, and you
are me    

when I awake,
I know not where she went
or from whence she came, but woefully
I concede, the old lady, and this teller of tales
are one and the same
sometimes a dream is just a dream
 Jan 2015
Amitav Radiance
Alone we maybe not
Not even with ourselves
There may be
Another you, within
Covered with outer you
Feelings of
sadness
loss
fear
dereliction
challenges
We get some directions
On how to react to such situations
Or, runaway from danger
Inner voice comes from the soul
Encased by our outer being
To hide from the regular world
So, is there a duality?
One to face the world outside
Another to negotiate inner world
Who has immense awareness
Beyond our regular understanding
We often have a one-to-one
Wonder, who replies
Is this a missing link
The chasm between our outer and inner world
Stretching between the abyss
This piece maybe a little outrageous and preposterous. But, this just now clicked my mind and sharing with you, all.
 Jan 2015
SG Holter
I don't believe in blasphemy;
There's simply no such thing to me.
A god, as far as I can see,
Would see the ugly irony.

Created it, in fact, I fail
To picture any ego frail
Behind whose name the angels sing;
The Lord of everything.

To take a life with said excuse:
He did my saviour's name abuse,
And end a human violently...
Now that, my friend, is blasphemy.
 Jan 2015
PrttyBrd
There is wisdom in a life well rounded
Lived with both joy and pain
Depths of despair
Weightless heights of bliss
There is peace in a heart that loves
Vulnerability and trust
Truth in all things
Caring more for someone other than yourself
There is fulfillment in accepting your mistakes
And continuing on your path despite bad choices
Demons can only die when you forgive yourself
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 Jan 2015
WendyStarry Eyes
A wave is breaking inside of me
Tired of living a life of negativity
How can I break these chains that haunt?
Everyday is a hollow dream

There must be a rainbow
That will break the clouds in this storm in my brain
That barricades my self esteem

My confidence is lacking
My fear's consuming
What must I do, to conquer these isolated ideas?

My heart began to pulse
I knew I had lost all control
Then I remembered my Grandma used to say
"When you feel that you have reached your end with shame
Read this from The Book of Knowledge and proclaim"

PSALM 91:14
Because he loves me," says
The Lord, "I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name."

I know that I will have faith to back me up
I smile, knowing not all is lost
This thought brings my mind to the center of all!!
My life is a true blessing
Our Father gave us His Son
Jesus has paid the cost

My fear is lost in a sea of hope
I truly realize no matter how hard
The ocean currents rise I will sustain
It was a true blessing working together with Caitlin. She is a beautiful person inside and out. Her youth can teach me so very much!!! Thanks Caitlin :~)
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