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Who, I wonder, in this world,
Could ever say and unfold,
Why you created me,
Or how I found you to be.

When I'm with you, it's true,
You make me feel brand new,
You saw within me,
What no one else could see.

Now I know that generosity,
Can put an end to hostility,
And I would chain eternity,
To keep my kindness faithfully.

In the service of good, I'd engage,
If I were to work in your presence,
And anything you would ever ask,
I would give to you with love, even my life.

Perhaps many people don't know,
But without you, I'm hollow,
I'm like a dry desert,
Lifeless and thirsty, I revert.

And when I've been at my hardest,
I always found you, regardless,
You were wherever I've been,
You didn't discard me like waste within.

That's why I want to proclaim,
That you are my God, in name,
Not only in times of bliss,
But also in times of abyss.

He could no longer distinguish
the different voices -
the merry voice from the weeping voice
the childish voice from the manly voice
They all belonged to each other
the lament of those who yearn
the laughter of the wise
the cry of indignation and groan of the dying
They were all interwoven and interlocked
entwined in a thousand ways
And all the voices
all the goals
all the yearnings
all the sorrows
all the pleasures
all the good and evil
all of them together was the world
All of them together was
the stream of events
the music of life
When he did not listen to the sorrow or laughter
When he did not bind his soul
to any one particular voice
and absorb it in his self
but heard them all
the whole
the unity
then the great song of a thousand voices
consisted of one word
OM - perfection

From that hour
Siddharta ceased to fight against his destiny
There shone in his face
the serenity of knowledge
of one who is no longer confronted
with the conflict of desires
who has found salvation
who is in harmony
with the stream of events
with the stream of life
full of sympathy and compassion
surrendering himself to the stream
belonging to the UNITY of all things

To this song, amongst some others,
will you take my hand and dance with me ?
To feel your cheek against mine,
to graze your skin all over my own, Sweetie,
as you whisper love's timeless endearments
as sweet and deep as aged red wine ...

Will you dance with me slowly,
.... as you gently pull me closer...?
As I feel your beating heart so near,
when my own starts to flutter ever so faster ...

Will you dance with me
as you become my dearest Darling ... ?
When I sometimes will
that I could make Time stand still,
and just bask in your loving
which to the deepest part of me
blesses with indescribable thrill ...

Will you dance with me to this song
and some more other ...
so through the years , this flame in my heart
will not flicker out but, instead,
grow all the more stronger ...
So as I live through my life's remaining chapter,
I can put a period to its last sentence
with the sketch of a heart , in memory of my times
with my dearly beloved lover & partner ....

I’M INVISIBLE

I’m invisible to others it seems
Drifting along as though in a dream
A dream where others can’t see me
But I can see them through the screen

Wandering about here and there
No one seeing me or seeming to care
Wondering if there is more to this in life
Like a puzzle piece not fitting quite right

Feeling at times like the Unicorn that missed the Ark
Never finding that missing puzzle part
Trying to fit in but not being heard
Eventually giving up and not saying a word

My voice is in a frequency no one can hear
Along with my body in a time warped mirror
So putting my Invisible Cloak on for another day
Going out in the world to try to find my way

This Living Rose

Long ago there grew a flower
That had a fragrance to cherish,
Such that greed could not devour
And in death refused to perish.

This fragrance grew and then spread wide,
It's scent was sought by so many,
For it was found that it had not died,
But was a treasure worth not a penny.

Kings and angels had bowed to greet,
The aroma of this tender seed,
For they knew none could defeat,
This living Rose that fills all need.
G W (Bill) Marshall / December 10, 2012

Jesus died and left us the gift of forgiveness
Making a way for all his children to Heaven

There will be no beginning and no end
Just like the Eternal Cross continuous bends

All we need to do is accept Him as our Savior
His love for us will never waiver

Written by: Kathy © March 27, 2024

Look all around you
what do you see
a world that was beautiful

Look closer, draw near
look from above
see the gnashes

There are great bare patches
de-void of their trees
just dust bowls

The angel watches
and her tears fall
like rain

As each lands
it heals the land
new growth appears

Soon a host of angels
each one weeping
their tears restoring all

The stories they wrote are long gone.
Some hearts will never call to mind the rules,
while others know nothing of their existence.

Twelve, the chosen,
but few told the story of redemption;
they forfeited common lives for the sacrifice.

In the place of the devil’s seat …
some device deceptions
and think to change the principles,
as Daniel predicted.

He sits as God, the holy father,
with endowed permission
to pardon transgression
and chastise the guilty;
the son of perdition he is, her chosen.

A woman riding high on the back of a beast;
a wife, double-crossing her husband.
Solemn voices seek her guidance.
She is a mother, a mother of gods.

She makes war with the blameless,
and wore-out the people.
Her path is an illusion of peace.

A child was born of her;
he claimed himself a prophet,
making Gabriel a liar and an accomplice.

In his spirit, they destroy the people
and the rules of the book.
He took their God, and makes him demented.
He offered rewards in God’s new name saying,
“Hunt for the infidels the world over;
make war with them,
be relentless”

smiles
light up thumbprints
fallen

Forgive them if they slight you
for the faith which you believe
forgive them if they know it all
and flatter to deceive
forgive them if they think that faith
is a mind of fantasy
forgive them for they seek to fill
all thats eternally empty
forgive them if they call you mad
their sanity has it's bounds
forgive them if they seek to shoot
with empty secular rounds
forgive them if they see their god
as a measure of material gain
forgive them if they start to laugh
and smirk to hide the pain
forgive them for it's death they fear
the dark besets the end
forgive them for they envy you
and still cant comprehend
forgive them as they're human
only so far they can see
the gateway to a mind at peace
and you have the key.