FarShore Poetry
God's
Will, so hard for
Most of us to
See with
Willing eyes, is
Obvious for
Those who's hearts are
Still; serene in fiercest
Trial or
Test, well-focused on the
Goal—
Submission to His
Sovereignty, unhampered by
Ego.~ ~ ~
Don't get caught in the
Drowning wave of
History's memory loss;
Don't let all your effort
Puff and die.
Follow the footsteps of
Those we praise for
Service to the Cause;
Service with its
Prize beyond the Veil...~ ~ ~
Why would a
Woman ever be
Mean?
Strange,
It leads a lost soul to its
Peace...
Why would a
Man make
Commitment a
Scheme?
Stranger still,
Brings a bound soul
Release...~ ~ ~
The chains of hollow
Imitation clasp their sterile links on
Minds so lost in routinized intentions even
Love can spawn but
Crimes; and,
Faithless certainties, like
Clockwork, build their
Superstitious blinds so even
Faith becomes the Devil trading hope for fruitless
Rinds.~ ~ ~
Loving the impossible,
I shutter-down my heart;
Keeping light from pouring out;
Safe within the dark.
Dark is good for nursing wounds,
Good for growing strong;
Also good for spawning dreams impossible to stop.
Much time between youth's tragic faults
And middle-aged remorse.
More time to wonder at the cost.
Yet more to humble pride.
Still the shutters creak and moan
From love-star's sultry breath;
Still the light leaks through the dark
To brighten friendship's path...~ ~ ~
Will's just fine when
Tethered sure to something
Greater than self.
Self's just fine when
Flowing free of
Ego's clinging
Stealth.~ ~ ~
What is that soft feeling—
Melting in the middle,
Moist in the eye?
What is that warm sensation—
Swirling out from
Secret depths; full of
Meanings sacred, laden with
Loss?
My friends are light-years distant;
Connection severed with cold
Space and unforgiving
Time...
I'm flying
Blind in a new universe of
Feeling—friendless, floating in my
Warm,
Soft
Tears...~ ~ ~
All that effort at being
Different,
Seeming unique,
Acting so
Special;
Almost a
Waste,
Almost pure
Loss. . . but for the
Humble
Residue—
~ ~ ~
We
Are
All
Stars—
Some searing white,
Some mellowing yellow,
Some rudely ruddy red; and, then,
The blasted ones, dense with death; and,
The loneliest ones, falling into
Themselves—dragging
Life into some other
Universe...~ ~ ~
Christians surge into the fray;
Muslims beat themselves and pray;
Jews are eager to repay;
Hindus starve, Buddhists decay...
Where's the love and unity
Behind this grisly sovereignty?
Why is Man so deaf and dumb
To God's pure equilibrium?
Jesus loved Moses;
Mohammed loved both;
and, Krishna and Buddha
Have taught the same growth
But we close our
Eyes and our
Ears and our
Hearts while millions,
Religiously, suffer these darts of
Hatred and bigotry
Turned into arts...
The Answer of the Ages to this
Horrible
Plight?
"Attachment to the Lantern is not loving the
Light."
Quote from the Bahá'í Writings ~ ~ ~
I am a
Letter; He is a
Word.
I am a
Word; He is a
Book.
I am a
Book; He is all
Libraries.
I am a complex
Formula; He is the generating
Point.~ ~ ~
Emotional soup tastes good with
Stake but holding the heart still takes
Practice.~ ~ ~
Grounded in the
Basement of my
Body's sweet
Demands and
Wishing
Sweetness could be
More than just some
Sex.
How about some
Reverie or just a little
Touch of mental
Bliss that makes no harsh
Demand on
Willingness that's weak.~ ~ ~
Worn to the nub and sharply
Wizened to the core—
Never to be fooled again; but,
Waiting at the well...~ ~ ~
Warping
Heat; opposing
Passions—space is time and
Time is lost.
Blood should flow and
Brains should shatter—
Heart is dead but beats in
Pain.~ ~ ~
Hole in my
Heart—flaming
Pain—
Gift for God.~ ~ ~
Keep it open,
Best protection;
Slam it shut,
All griefs arrive.
Reach it out,
Offensive safety;
Pull it back,
Defend till death.~ ~ ~
Dreams are
Easy, sweet as pie, so soft to
Lie on, so quick to
Die.~ ~ ~
See the
Sea of
Bounty or
Die from drowning
Thirst.~ ~ ~
Pebbles of sadness
Play in the streets;
Rocks of grim circumstance
Bred them in grief.
Fire and
Pressure of God's sweet
Decree is the
Crucible making them
Gems.
Small, perfect
Diamonds are born through
Pain;
Pearls rise from crushing-dark
Depths;
Rubies remember calamity's
Breath;
Jewels all prove
Spirit's dread
Grace.~ ~ ~
Not to know what I
Will do at any given point in
Time is
Calming long as what I
Know is God's
Will for all
Time.~ ~ ~
Creeping up a
Hill of life from a
Valley too well-known;
This time, this
Time reach some
Height not leading
Back to have-to;
This time, this
Time free enough to
See beyond these
Patterns locked in
Self so locked in
Dust.~ ~ ~
Drift into the twilight, gleaming;
Leave this small world behind.
Enter the Source for all your healing;
Return, all fruit, no rind...~ ~ ~
Now I lay me down to sleep
And hope for dreams of bliss.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
His wish may I not miss.
If I should die before I wake,
May He make loved ones glad.
I pray the Lord my soul to take
But let folks not be sad.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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