(« God, suspended in the clouds, creates light. » by Thomas de Leu)

what was there left to do
standing at the summit
but to reach for the sky
up above infinite

what was there left to do
at the edge of the land
but to keep on going
and defy gravity

what

by April Bender

Antipathy Anathema Abraxas Anticipation Belies Bellicose Bastardization By Bereft Beneficiaries Bamboozled Bigotry. Caustic Calamity Confusion Concedes Cosmetic Colloquial Cancer, Directly Detrimental Determinate Divisive Delegations. Eagerly Evil Ea

I wrote this for my husband and felt compelled to share--because as players in an infinite play, I am certain we feel this love universally for one another.  Much love to you in this moment :)

With my vision--

not those I hold with my eyes

but with my h

Finally got this thing finished! Will be of particular interest to folks here, as it deals with a deep Karmic question which manifests itself above, as well as below :)

www.jtarts.net/poetry.html

Blessings <3

Occasionally I stumble
across a cosmic crossroads,
existence shows me something
that changes all direction.

Giving my soul a wake-up call
from some part of the universe,
working through some other part,
showing so much love.

I find some extraordinary
piece of

Aware you never were not,
feeling in your heart was never absent,
living fever in your soul was ever clearing you.

What thing lives in the universe without feeling,
what could it feel like
to not be you?

All the masses who's adulation you deserve
still muck

I could write a whole book for you,
but what would that change?

Ask the sweet night air whether it cares
if it was changed by the movement of a dancer.

I can't ignore all these thunder claps,
this longing in me that just grows louder.

All my attachments and passions expressed
in the simple roar of a vacuum being filled.

(« Glass of Beer and Playing Cards » by Juan Gris)

everyday was the same
but she wouldn't notice
oblivious to the game
that had become practice

well, many times she had
but she couldn't stand it
it always felt so bad
better to deny it

rising up as a ghost
toi

You open the gateway of my heart, even though
you don't know where it is, or how it opens.

Understand yourself as an aspect of enlightenment:
Completely effortless, yet infinitely powerful.

You want me to show I love you in a simple way,
that is just not possible.

The more basic a touch becomes, the more it refracts every shade
of that which is just not possible.

For we commonly are fixed upon what we believe has yet to be

Constantly reshaping, thinking what will come to thee

Riches, rags, children, cars, houses, jobs and fancy fare

We strategize, hypothesize how we can make it there.

Take this job, love this per

(«Lebenslauf » by Adi Holzer)

« Vigilance » is the second of a series of short segues that I have composed in order to combine already existing pieces into one larger, continuous whole.

Each of the segues highlights a quality or an ability cultivated

Merciful in your devastation, you recreate
old parts of me by destroying old parts of me.

I long for your transmutation back into myself,
for the final death only you can understand.

(« Dance Of Fire » by SarThePhotographer)

« Purposefulness » is the first of a series of short segues that I have put together in the hopes of joining existing compositions into one continuous piece of music.

In order to preserve the surprise, I won'

(« Morpho emerging from its chrysalis » by Thomas Bresson)

That which you can't abide
Embrace as if a friend
Once you two have allied
No thing will make you bend

That which you can't escape
Welcome as a teacher
You will never espouse
More talented lover

Tha

People like that, they turn themselves
into a mist and merge with everything.

People like that never die, just grow.
I believe someday we will all be such lovers.

All these voices that you are,
whispering to me through this hazy dream.

Each one in blinding and detailed uniqueness,
each so obviously you again in disguise.