There is a child of nature hidden within us all
a creature of innocence like that prior the Fall.
Nobody around, it seems, knows just how old it may really be
though an enlightened estimate gives it an ageless chronology.

Even before the beginning of creation when it was all alone,
in a formless incorporeal state, before it turned into stone,
it existed without any notion of anything else around
being itself unlimited and infinitely most profound.

Then in an instantaneous moment without the passage of time
it had the urge or whim to know its own immaculate prime.
So without any thought of limitation it pronounced the Word
an endless repetitive vibration with which it tried to be heard.

In the wake of this action-less beginning to know itself more
there was an incredible implosion in its own being to score.
Though it remained unaffected because of its true almighty nature
nevertheless it began to imagine itself then as divided in stature.

Continuously repeating that primal Word or sound of its latent propensity
which was also really no other than a simple question of its own curiosity.
Within its own boundless, pristine, indivisible and unfathomable glory
it began conceiving with its power of imagination an opposite story.

Then it manifested from within its being an infinite light
with which perhaps to view the extent of its own plight.
As in a dream where one vaguely perceives an object in space
it began imagining its first rudimentary and existential place.
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Death is the end, the ultimate goal
the ceasing of body, rising of soul
death is judgement, punishment due
the unknown mystery, waiting for you

Gather your thoughts, do not let them roam
as your blood grows cold, you are all alone
when time has run out, when you feel it near
realizing it's not death, but the past you fear

You know undoubtedly, the wrongs you've done
before your very eyes, they now come one by one
paralyzed by fear of the ******, you wonder well
where will they take you, will it be heaven or to hell

Your body will squirm, a pain of a singular kind
you will twist and turn, with the torment of mind
when you find yourself immobile, as if in a trance
you beg and plead, just for that one more chance

You will love your neighbor, and close of kin
and obey the Commandments, to avoid all sin
you will help the sick, and you will tend to the poor
never again to turn a beggar, away from your door

You will feed the hungry, you will rest the worn
by choosing to be the rose, and not the thorn
that struggle for life, it has me growing sick
as it pierces my heart, and it cuts to the quick

I tell you dying one, it is all in vain
you will never get, that chance again
what has been done cannot be undone
prepare for the next life, for it will come

Your Soul knows, it never sought earthy desire
why let it burn for your sins, in hell's ****** fire
instead of false promises, hear me, do I implore
this is what you should have done, so long before

Your battle is through, lay down your sword
render your last breath, unto the One Lord
seek his mercy, your soul he may yet save
this can still be only a detour, call it the grave

I have a story to tell, a story that really happened quite a long time ago
forcing upon me painful memories, and a place my mind wishes not to go
although young, these teenagers were to learn about love for the first time
despite the threats on the part of their parents, who considered this a crime

How creative one’s mind becomes, when love begins playing her songs
imagination finds the setting, filling your heart with a love that belongs
the more anyone attempts to prevent, this love strengthens as a lion on call
a love so infused with sincere courage, none could ever succeed to forestall

How this fountain of youth, young enough to satiate that thirst from within
but only until old age arrives, then those lights of love will be forced to dim
while young time stops, as emotions are fully charged, dreams burn like fire
feelings of love, so real to mind and body, are engulfed in passionate desire

So as time crept on, these loving souls did part, a time of sadness did they share
thinking never again to experience that bond of love, as their hearts went bare
gone was the love and the experience it brought out, a happiness if however short
learning this painful truth, sadly, even true love we are sometimes forced to abort

Greater than love is the will and resolve, to experience a happiness and yet to let go
this is only a part of life's many challenges, strengthening us and allowing us to grow
despite the heartbreaks we often seem to endure, G-d affords us the stamina to persevere
so when your true soul mate will cross your path, you will undoubtedly find a love so clear

Life is full of trials and tribulations, and our happiness sometimes seems like a juggling act
yet we must know, our destined one G-d will surely never withhold from us, this is a fact
so when love that was not to be comes upon you, remember that the Almighty has His way
His Love for us is paramount of all, and true happiness will you yet find at the end of the day

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In the morning of a
Breezey mauve-pink air
in the peace in a time of silent prayer
in the breath of a
newborn child's sleep
there are memories
we will always keep

when a mother first holds her child
in the strength of a mustang
running wild
in the hush of an ocean's
silent depths
there are memories
We will never forget

eagles fly
and soar on lofty wings
infants cry when their
time of life begins
seedlings grow
from the fall of gentle rains
these are things we know
but can we fully explain?

in the rise of a harvest moon
in the scent of a rose
in fullest bloom
in the grace of a
dancer's swirling form
then our senses make us
glad we're born

in the flames of the setting sun
in softness of night that's
just begun
in the lights of the pinpricked sky
there are times we pause
to think and ponder why?

breezes blow
and yet are never seen
there's a mind
that can only think a dream
can you touch the light
of falling stars
these are things we know
but can we prove they are?

in the roar of a breaking wave
we are kept from the
cradle to the grave
we may know
in our last and final hour
a loving and

ALMIGHTY POWER


soulsurvivor
4/21/2009


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From white to many,

From one to seven,

We live in that heaven,

Which is people driven.



We should rainbow our-self,

And then the battle is won.

Bending from white to many colors, as rainbow itself,

What could we have done, if we had only been one.



Rainbowing is an art, which we have to attend,

Coz every time we have a different self to present.

Our battle with life is mellowed, when we rainbow,

As winning seem as close as, those seven colors through my window.



The artist told me about it once,

The Almighty hinted when the creation of it was done.

Yet the juvenile me, always pondered,

That there is some magic happening, when it thundered.