“Right-Side Up”

What if

we lived,

the right-side up?

If we could choose

the way to stop

and reverence,

with reference, to good?

If we refused

to stoke the fire,

but,

 put it out,

with something Higher?

Surely,

that’s what Life

is all about.

Be in “Who’s-Who”,

for being You,

without, external wrappings.

Let’s turn such things

the right-way up,

and

let go

of those trappings.

Together,

we can stop

the negativity that curdles,

Yes, we can run the race!

As “Team United”,

clear the hurdles.

Come on!

Let’s face this Life, head-on!

When

challenges come to town,

we’ll be like “Weebles”,

wobbling,

but we will not fall down!

…And,

what if, we could

have more help?

What if,

we weren’t alone?

And

hands would bear us up,

so that our feet

would not touch stone?

Could it be,

 such a Love is real,

that goes,

beyond perception?

Beyond the Earth,

5-sensory,

is an

endless connection?

Well,

in this waxing, waning world,

that glorifies so much,

the qualities of every thing,

above

the Human touch…

and places highest value

in accoutrements

and such…

…the fact

that there are those of us,

who rise up,

with one sound,

brings comfort,

for,

with extra help,

we’ll turn this World

right round.

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“The Constant”

Once,

the crushed velvet sky,

was

deserted by stars.

No Venus, nor Mars,

to re-define Humanity.

The bristling air,

stood still….

unpolluted, by wasted noise.

The only Constant,

Energy,

surrounded by

the purity of sound….

and

the common ground,

rolled back,

to become

Nature’s

wondrous welcome mat.

On that day,

the stars became,

us.

Heaven’s brilliance,

condensed into

dust,

encased, in shapes,

embedded, with

smiles and emotions

and hopes and dreams,

exuded, through

one-of-a-kind

expressions,

in, limitless, styles.

Life,

in all fashions.

Fresh and unique,

with idiosyncracies,

always, on-fleek.

But,

with no sense of angst

and

no need to compete.

 Complete.

Mixed-media terra firma,

from the Right-Handed seat.

Landed,

in circles.

Sent,

to hold hands,

with the remnant

whom,

no-one else,

cared to understand.

Yes,

we are the Bodies,

from, far-flung, Eternities,

open,

to embrace

the past and modernity.

Shining,

as is our Divine heritage.

Giving,

through infinites and vestiges.

A Virtuous Cycle,

of heartfelt pledges..

Living,

the interpersonal Spirit…

One-Loving,

one another,

in our

Universal Human Village.

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“Soul-In-One”

You

were not made

to carry this,

alone..

…to skate

upon thin ice

of

complex perplexity,

within

the sabotage

of an

ill-conceived

comfort zone.

You cannot be Atlas…

…trying to

deliver and decipher

global maps,

to the roads of

every Life.

Precious One,

you were not made to be.

For,

underneath

the weight of need,

you are, indeed, stifled….

… and,

this is

no time, for trifling.

When

rampant deception,

mounts its hind legs,

in combat,

for dominion,

over

your splendour.

Thus,

in candour,

let Revelation

soak into

your glorious, porous,

Heart.

Pack away

the painful mystery…

and start

the final round,

by aiming,

in direction of the Sun.

Come together,

at the flag

of your

Immortal Spirit…

and

in Victory,

find clarity,

as you complete

an epic

Soul-in-One.

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“Flotilla”

And then, they came.

Floating down

the stream of consciousness,

in a flotilla

of resonance,

borne of echoes

and

whimsical sighs.

Of

musical distances

and nighs.

Without oars,

or poles,

the

night-light commentary

arrived.

No barging.

No jostling

for space,

in the mind

of my Heart.

Just,

a generous helping

of searching stanzas,

mentored,

by climbing clause,

messages,

in metaphors,

secret similes,

replete,

with Light and Love…

 …touched and traced

by Hands,

from Above…

encoded,

by

Heaven’s Grace.

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“Limitless”

In prayer,

I find you,

also,

waiting there.

Meditating,

upon depths,

of co-existence,

non-resistant,

in Divinity

and

Celestial air.

You,

I witness,

resting, leaning..

Pressing into

Higher Meaning.

Glowing,

is the way,

I see you.

Incandescent.

Shining.

Me, too.

Honouring The Way…

Lamplight,

at your feet,

so that you do not stray..

…do not succumb

to any circus

of the mind..

But,

live your extraordinary Purpose.

Inner Peace, you find.

Veils,

are torn asunder..

Clarity,

is wedded,

to a bold array of

Wonder.

Blended with the

rainbow-painted sky,

satisfied,

with

His Unlimited Supply…

….you,

I recognise.

You,

I join,

where all Creation flies.

Blessings,

in abundance,

cause the overflow of

Oneness..

United, in togetherness.

Limitless, in Love…

Our Joy,

He multiplies…

…and, exponentially,

we flourish,

in His

Great Eternal Enterprise.

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“Broken Things”

She

writes bestsellers,

with broken wings.

Scores smash hits,

with broken strings.

Ends

unfinished symphonies,

with distinct ease…

for,

she

finds value,

in broken things.

She sees beauty,

in the ash.

Captures Monet,

in the splash.

Slows down time,

whilst others, dash…

Hears, new Hope,

when dull

bells ring.

She seals

broken promises.

Heals hearts,

that have been misled.

Reveals Truth,

that’s resident,

in oil-slick lies,

that have been said.

Why

she does

these timeless feats,

for no reward,

no need, for treats…

How

she renders

Souls complete,

with quiet Grace,

always, discreet..

… is because

she, once, was there..

Fragile.

Vulnerable.

Bare.

It’s because,

she, once, knew fear..

at a level,

so severe…

…and,

it’s this,

which spurs her on,

so that pain will hurt no-one.

She’s survived.

She’s battled through.

Shielded arrows,

suffered slings….

…and so…

if Life

does this to you,

 she’ll be broken,

for your stings.

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“As Good As”

“Not, Father.

Not yet.

As good, as it gets.

Early-rising.

Industrious.

Committed.

Taking care of us,

beneath the banner

of Faith.

My Kingdom Wingman.

There, have I nested,

in valleys,

and the flood.

Were we not blood,

I’d seek you,

for ‘Best Friend’,

who knows

what discretion’s about.

I, tell you.

Discerning advice, comes out.

Not, Father,

but,

esteemed Elder.

Son of Encouragement,

I thank you.

I love you.

May you, ever, flourish,

onward and upward,

from the root.

Not, Father.

Not yet.

But,

when that time comes,

it will totally suit.”

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“Nocturne”

Sometimes,

it is as if

there is so much night,

to get through.

Flying carpets

of

an opaque void

ensue,

until,

the luminosity of you,

opens the eyelids

of day.

Then,

I can smile,

amidst your intense warmth..

as

I am awake,

to Life..

and on my way.

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“Soulcation”

On my haunches.

Over,

being haunted,

in my inky workroom.

Packed.

Ready to stay,

for my

Soulcation.

A,

long-awaited,

lengthy, pit-stop,

to authentic

auto-communication.

Corralled,

by faded purple.

Held aloft,

by floordrobes.

Swamped by thoughts,

strewn farther,

than

material dissaray,

on display.

Shovelling…

Wading…

Pulling band aids

off…

Time for healing, has begun.

I can see

the ‘7’, of completion.

But,

for now,

I focus

all my energy,

on surviving

Day 1.

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“Earth Angel”

Fallen,

beyond recognition,

this World.

 I am sent,

on a Mission.

To end the foetal position,

in response,

to perpetually,

heinous decisions.

Sent,

with ways to raise the bar,

bring the Global Vision

of Love and Peace,

closer, to where we are..

Closer to Home,

to close the door,

against infraction

and insidious,

villification

of Life.

I am come,

to quell strife,

from a Supernatural Source,

where twinkling stars,

alone,

do not bear the course,

to Freedom…

… but vessels, crafted,

one-by-one,

of precious flesh and bone,

are bonded and designed.

I am one,

made,

with awe and wondrous splendour.

I am part of Humankind.

My skin is dark.

A bold reminder,

of the rich variety,

of hues,

whose walking liners,

contain

Celestial sparks.

My Heart beats,

for Collective,

for Community,

for solidarity of Soulful exchange.

I bear my cross each day,

with passion.

Unconditional Love,

that is not rationed.

My desire that

the Good Will Out,

is fire,

burning to express,

that I am equal.

No rival. No sequel.

I am, truly, blessed..

… given every reason,

to have stillness and contentment,

when,

before I sleep,

I undress.

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