New Beginnings (All Along the Way)

July 29, 2018

In The Light

So clear at the shore –
So you say.
Where have you been?
What have you carried –
All along the way?
In a past,
In a present,
How many tears were cried?
What was carried by another,
And why?
Who always watched,
While you wondered –
Where, and of what, you are?
And did you have to go –
So far?
Yes, it was a special journey,
With Answers – all along the way,
Where many new beginnings
Would always await.
So here,
You wish,
You seek,
You pray.
In a presence,
In acceptance –
You bow
And say:
Whatever You want from me –
I shall give (in any way).
Whatever You wish – I will offer,
In this, or any day.
Though I may falter, as other times – I swayed,
You have always delivered:
In the Light, your Wonder, your Keys,
Have always Saved.
For there is Heaven,
And to Thee I shall forever pray.
And every night,
And every morning,
I will seek another
Oh Holy Day.

Shelled Strings

Ys, When[s] + Then[s]


Called and Chosen and Faithful

May 4, 2014

Revelation 17:14 These shall make war with the Lamb, and the Lamb shall overcome them: for he is Lord of lords, and King of kings: and they that are with him are called, and chosen, and faithful.
Rising Tides

Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed by thy Name –
The King of kings, Lord of lords,
Thy Name the same.

My Leader, my Brother,
My Savior, my Friend –
Guide and carry me,
Until that beginning as an end.

Our Father, The Creator,
The Holy, The One –
Lift me to that time
When eternity has only begun.

Hallowed be Thy Names,
Thy Swords to come;
Hallowed are The Words
Which shall never be undone.

~^~

Seasons: Ring Them Bells

Another Tide (Coincides)

Magnum Opus: Believe

Rising Tides
On The Eve Of The Great Decline
“Words means things.  And these words maybe more than some. . . .”


In Memory: Scrolled Winds

September 8, 2013
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All Sides (One Goal)

August 4, 2013

Kerry Livgren’s Testimony: “Morning’s Gate”:

“When the days shall wane, and the season’s growing late
We’ll stand at morning’s gate.”


All Sides (One Goal)

Look at them,
And how they fall.
There must be a past tied to the present –
Predetermined through Divination,
For those so oppressed,
For those beyond our call.
Why else would they fail,
And never breach our stature?
One side must have turned.
One tide must have churned –
Maybe written a way, a destiny,
In this, their Books of Life?
Though, to an effect
It was surely written:
“…they shall be afflicted.”
And still, the message remains conflicted.
Some certainly blind simply choose –
When, what, where to see.
What about other passages –
Written complexly?
For here, there are two sides, opposing –
With One goal (infinitely):
For here, in each and every direction,
Where all awakenings could surely breathe –
Within us:
Two sides,
And beyond –
Another two;
From four corners
To a Center – (Truth).
Four poles:
Above us,
Below us,
To that which is Right,
And (at times), where it is left.
Yet always, there is a Center,
A Vine holding us together –
An offering branch,
As a heart (withstanding)
In every season of weather.
Within us,
All sides can be reached.
And without,
All tides may arrive (at times),
As possibilities to seek.
Above,
Below,
Within,
Without,
One goal –
Without a doubt.
Four triangles,
The building blocks –
A crystal,
A Trinity –
The foundation rocks;
A past story, chapters,
A future,
The Center knocks.
Who are we to judge
The poor and oppressed –
Those downtrodden,
Seemingly failed in success?
Which sides must have yearned?
Which tides must have burned
In these distinctive paths –
Whose Books appear to mirror a certain wrath?
Was it a choice, or choices –
From the dark, or of the Light?
Was it free will –
From a Spark, or of the night?
Was it from a sentence,
Or of a guided plight?
In all directions –
Where many stories may be spurned,
What questions?
Which questions?
And what more could be learned?
Who are we to judge –
Beyond ourselves,
While watching
In every season of weather?
Overall,
One circle, One Vine
(Offering a branch from a heart to a hand)
Is holding us together.
Alpha,
Omega,
The falls
In between –
The little ones,
The calls,
Our witnessing.
These are personal paths,
Individual,
Yet collective.
Should we sentence,
Beyond ourselves?
And where are we connected?
Across,
Between,
Side to side,
Listening.
An eventide,
A Light – all-encompassing.
Other questions:
Are we truly growing?
Overall,
What is the Reason  –
And where are we going?
Wherever we may end up,
Whatever our current stake (in Life),
Let us focus – again.
If not,
How many chapters upon others
Are we to rule, to begin?
The rich –
So often lost;
Mansions on hills,
Comfort, but at what cost?
The poor –
So often in drought;
Digging modern Niles,
Yet still, so many never doubt.
Some certainly blind simply choose –
When, what, where to see.
And yes, they are watching;
Is it eventide?
Is it all-encompassing?
Is it collective –
Overall?
Do the little ones have questions,
Voices,
Answers,
To our calls?
Looking up (oftentimes),
The poor may bleed;
From their eyes the rich are set:
“Yea, they have no needs.
They are like kings, or queens –
And to them, we are weeds.”
Looking down (oftentimes),
The rich may seed;
From their eyes the poor are met:
“Yea, they have no reeds.
They are like needles –
And to them, we are freed.”
“Judge not, that ye be not judged” –
Prophets, the Bible,
The Son says.
Open up,
Let the rivers flow;
Accept the Vine
(As a branch),
And welcome all that follows.
Alpha,
Omega,
The falls
In between –
The little ones,
The calls,
Our witnessing.
Above,
Below,
Within,
Without,
One goal –
Without a doubt.
In Heaven:
The Father,
The Word,
The Holy Ghost –
(One).
In Earth:
The Spirit,
The Water,
The Blood,
(One).
Looking up.
Looking down.
A cross in between.
A Book of Lives.
Witnessing.
Above us,
Below us,
To that which is Right –
Judge not,
Trudge not,
And there is Sight.
Let us sing:
The Life.
The Breath.
To all that was,
To all that is left –
You are the Miracle,
All that is Right,
All that is to be,
All that is Light.
You are everything –
A beginning, an end.
To Thee,
Prayers we send.
Of Thee,
On knees we bend.
You are everything;
You are the One;
My Father,
Our Father,
And The Son.
You are the Foundation –
And in time,
Twice begun.

SeaClearly ~^~

09/15/2005 – 12/02/2005

The Eve of the Great Decline

The Power of Boundless Compassion:
We stand there with those whose dignity has been denied.
We locate ourselves with the poor…powerless…voiceless.
At the edges, we join the easily despised and the readily left out.
We stand with the demonized so that the demonizing will stop.
We situate ourselves right next to the disposable so that the day
will come when we stop throwing people away.

Re: Caroline Myss’ quotation:
In a beginning, God created all: a perfect and divine system of infinite order with complete purity of purpose, not chaos. Chaos came later, after a maniacal betrayal of what was entrusted. To equate God, who is (and has only ever been) good with the oppressive destructiveness of a constantly expanding disorder (darkness) is to consciously blaspheme what was written, thus casting aside The Word.


A Guide

June 22, 2013

A Guide

Here:
Eternal eyes welcome passage.
Here is Truth.
Open with care, that which is naked (as hearts).
Once embraced,
Why must certain invitations tear those apart?

Now:
Chance, choose, while dreams arise (in Destinies).
Now is the time.
Search, as told to seek;
If one’s soul accepts,
The Guidance will be complete.

Where:
Revolutions of spheres spin distinction;
Where intuition speaks,
There is direction.
Lines are often drawn –
As intrinsic Art paints triads of reflection.

Then:
Awakenings answer absolute wondering.
Then, there is Belief.
No longer wander beneath purity, light.
The journey arcs in ascensions;
Elation takes flights.

Here is the Truth that invites.
Now is the Chance to realize.
Where is the Art that replies?
Then is the Answer to the Search (for what Guides).

(SeaClearly ~^~)

Arrivals and Triads

Arrivals

Livgren: On the Other Side

Desperation shows its ugly face in many ways
No one can escape the times we live in
The answers are so simple
And we all know where to look
It’s easier
Just to avoid the question

One Hand

One Hand

Ys and Whens

The Crest of Hope

Relentless

~^~


The Crest of Hope

August 13, 2012

[Written during a literal period of life and death in May, 1998]

In nativity,
Hope clings to safety;
Its Lifeline is a chord, bedded and awash by the sea.
Without projection,
A Drifting eludes the tides of uncertainty.
In Creativity,
Hope floats, surfaces –
As Uprising floods draw near.
The womb is abandoned –
As the Creator’s thirst overwhelms fear.
Here,
Through affirming admissions,
When Fluid,
When Faith guides –
Hope labors, then delivers ascension.
Follow.
Let it Breathe.
These sails swell with Awakenings.
What is possible when One Believes?
Nature.
Nurture.
Horizons rain possibilities.
The cresting waves may set us Free?
If cast aside,
A veiled anchor drags the Radiance
With the depths of dormancy.
To be drenched in the Rapture of Reality –
Or to be dry with bitter complacency.
Another time?
Another life?
Maybe?

08-13-2012:

“Stand or Fail”

Miracles, Gifts and Rams

All Sides (One Goal)