PERFECT Stranger!

Those eyes of awe
I wish they stayed like that for long –
finding beauty in every of my stride
and picking strands of joy
every minute I open my mouth to speak.
I have no fear when I come to you –
my first impressions are always striking.
I know you want to talk to me
I am different –
It’s not easy to find one like me
But you burn to cinders slowly
as you keep the coal of craving
deep inside
You want to get to know me.
I know.
I make the first move.
I smile from the heart
and you feel these rays warm
you up inside.
Softly, you try and smile back:
afraid that maybe you’ll be
fake again; but I, being me,
bring you to yourself
I make you discover yourself,
love yourself, want to have me
as your forever friend
Then two days pass
and you get to “know” me –
next time we meet
our heads are full of expectations
You’ll know how I’ll talk
and walk
and smile
and pat
and hug
and do whatever

And I don’t make you smile anymore.
Forever ends today.
Those eyes of awe.
I wish they stayed like that for long.
but today is gone
and forever has flown with it.

You are a stranger,
thus PERFECT.

Stay that way!

Losing Princely

Look at him Lord,
he is rising like smoke -
slow... choking... transient...
elusive smoke...
He fades...

I feel like I am loosing Princely -
that I am taking steps farther
away from him...
That my body walks this
sphere in opposing directions
with my soul - my spirit -
His struggles are different
Lord: of the intellect and
spirit...

I am moving away from myself -
I seem to forget my passion,
my goals, my needs - my wants!
I seem not to know what I am
here for anymore -
and although I know, I have
enclosed myself within the needless
borders of expectations -
which I am bound to meet

And the seconds carry me away
- from me!
Tears knock my eyes door...

But even in this journey away from
me - I find you! - so I find
myself again, for you
contain me...

-- is -- ??

The truest statement anyone can make is: "this is this" or "that is that"

"Truth is Truth" - any attempt to describe it, no matter how close to truth it comes is not as true as "Truth is Truth," any more description fragments it and understates that which you attempt to describe.

What is life? "Life is Life" - that's as true as it gets.

"Time is Time" "God is God"

"Eternity is Eternity" - that's the truest statement we can make!

"I Am Who I Am" - that is absolute truth!

Therefore...

Nothing is Nothing!

If nothing is nothing, then what is nothing?

Depth (1)

The mind, allowed, moves*
into the essence of infinity’s
substance…
Thoughts had, and captured –
Ideas put down –
…and memory refuses to fade

They will not forget you

tap… dip… seek… search…
every finding leads to another quest
(…mysterious mysteries)
…as you keep searching… it is
depth you have found!

Isn't life enigmatic?

>>to Udo Nsehe
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*Allusion to "Life:Avenue?"

Beneath The Floor Of Heaven

Beneath the floor of heaven
lies a land where trees can talk
Where stones debate with the soil
And leaves chat with the wind
…and marvelous things happen

A land of stars that speak
of the past, and its glory
And the gurgling brooks narrate
colorful stories of tomorrow
…and lovely things are everything

The waves dance as the ocean
sings with a voice deep and mellow
They move to salsa with the sand
and bejewel the beach with shells
…and beauty is reality

In that land, beaches give speeches
And icicles create articles
that inspire the stones to sermons
And make the brooks write books

A man and his boy join hands
on a chainsaw and fell a tree
As the tree crashes…
the leaves crumple in complaint, and the wind howls in pain
His large flip-flops wallop the soil
His tiny feet hit the stone
– they both are deaf to the debate

A band of girlfriends reward themselves
with gossip on a glittery night
As the darkness flashes…
the moon removes the blanket of clouds, to admire the starry crowd
But the ladies do not hear the stars
narrating stories of glorious times of yore;
They pass the gurgling brook
clueless of the message that it shouts
A guy and his girl walk holding hands
And kiss on the romantic beach one night
As the waves splash…
ocean’s music gets loud, and the pretty shells applaud
Yet the guy and girl fail to hear the
deep voice of the waters
They are blind to the salsa of the sand
and sea.

People are too concerned with the here and now
that they fail to see the eternal…

Scientists busily search dinosaur prints
yet fail to see that all nature is God’s footprints…

Materialists are too drunk on the physical
And walk staggeringly through this meaningless existence…

And we all, absorbed in the “critical problems” of our world today,
loiter futilely into another day.
Deafened by our troubles to the speech of the beach
Blinded to the article of the icicle
Paying no attention to the sermon of the stone
And failing to read the book by the brook

Beneath the floor of heaven
lies you and me

Creation has God’s thumbprints all over it!
See them?

A Mysterious Gift | For Michelle Ayuma!

My dear friend
I am trying to weave
Chords of beautiful truth
Herein – for you to
Experientially know that
Life is a mysterious gift of
Love and beauty packaged
Excellently within the soul of man.

And open souls receive this gift I speak of
Your heart and mind should be readied to
Understand this extraordinary
Mystery of life:
All God’s beauty lies within you – reach in and enjoy!

>>to Michelle Ayuma - I love you... more than imaginable can even mean!!!

When Titles Don't Matter

My eyes are fighting these tears
but the tears win the battle
anyway…
There’s a wind blowing in my
heart – and it hurts – breaking
down things for long held dear
…
There’s a storm raging in the
hole in my soul; splashing
angry waves…
A thunder disturbs the delicate
internal balances that hold my
sanity and the essence that is me
…
Bolts of intangible pain electrify
my being – “Me” feels it strongly
within…
Like seismic waves they shake
me up – disturbing the equilibrium
that I consist of – mind, body and spirit
…


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>>God came in this day - and changed tha rest of my night!!
Thanx Dad!!

A Freezing of Moments!

>>this is another of my old ones; Aug 2008

She bends over the sink,
allowing her long hair to flow onto its wet surface,
then she tilts forward and her head knocks itself
on the tap –
She opens the tap:
A flood of a colorless existence pours down angrily
She stretches her hand, and touches the water.
And though her skin can feel water’s soft caress
Her thoughts are traveling to a non-existent land

She is looking at the water – seeing it – yet not seeing it
Vision looses sense

Thoughts in transit
Her brain is active but her mind is away

Before she returns to the commonplace
She dives deeper into the anti-ordinary
She touches her skin as if to ask
“Am I really here?”
She is convinced that she is not dreaming
– but she cannot prove that!

She looks around herself,
and touches her skin again
…No – she is not dreaming!

But maybe she is in someone else’s dream
Maybe life is just a dream God is having
- It is not!

She is.
She exists.
She has life.
(Or maybe it is life that has her?)

Life is not what we have – it’s what we’re looking for

Time moves us closer to truth

One day we will be able to answer all our questions!
I can’t wait for that day, God!