Bless you, Bert and Phyllis.

Where do the words come from? Yes. Definitely the soul. With me, (and I believe with Bert too,) the mind, heart and soul are linked as one, so that the words, or music, or whatever the expression inspired, pours out like water from a spring. It can't be held back, and as Bert said so well, it cannot be forced. It only comes forth when it is ready.

For me, the poetry is very personal. It is me, or a part of me, and that is why I am more comfortable putting it in this forum than in the POETRY forum for everyone to read. Here, it reaches those whom I feel a kinship with. I am comfortable sharing my inner soul with.

Bert, aren't we blessed to have found friends here who understand?!

I love you all!

No pause for regret.
Once written the pen of life keeps writing.
A bullet, a snare, a net in the way.
A bump in the road, palliatives they send your way.
Christ is Lord yet what is this word ?
LORD is an acronym by gosh !
Remember Oshkosh ?
Wisconsin Dells Indian name wampum they trade.
Yet Christ ?
The Great Spirit Dwells.
These Christian Folk come to change our ways.
Self-Immolation what gives ? Is that the way ?
L.O.R.D Acronym unheard.
Hmmm... simply a word ?
Or a code - translation of sort
Human Beings at court.
Strata of Society or so they say,
This Christ, this lord he talks with prostitutes - stay away.
Don't soil your garments fluttering in the wind.
Yet 1000 years from now, where shall they be.
A ship of fools tossing and turning.
Yet the law cannot be broken,
just remember that before you treat
that person in the way like a clod.
So God is energy ? How can this be ?
Moses Parted and Jesus walked yet what about Eve ?
Eve is the mother of all living,
the translation is clear.
So why all this hub-bub why all this fear ?
Her penalty was pain in bearing, her mate toil
and sweat - but what came before, and why did we
forget ?
So nary a moment - tick toc
What is time anyway and space and matter too.
They are dimensions of The Mother for we are in her womb.
In a state of becoming, a playground of sorts.
This soul, this silent one never forgot.
To her we give reverence, for she knows the way.
Of incubation, gestation time whittled away.
O Mother Dear Mother from within the starry heights.
My heart needs comforting... wait. now I heard your footsteps
in the wind. A leaf has fallen heavy with rain, cold season approaching..
I could never understand the withdraw...
Negation - Cold - Wet wherefore it all,
Could this be a higher plan ?
Nature conspiring to free all men ?
And women too from this distant shore...
Where time is not and winter no more.
Yet mystical this season hobgoblins and witches
Harvest brought in store is intriguing to the senses.
Moonbeam traces shadows... shadows of victories, shadows of war.
Yet did you ever think that Mom holds the moon so bright.
Just maybe, just maybe so her children could stop their fight or flight ?
And release to her succor to all that's never been.
The concept of your limitation that foolish sense of sin.
L.O.R.D. I know him well.. he kicked inside my womb, inches from my heart.
Yod He Voh He the Hebrews say...
Transliterated into English tounge of angels today..
Comes out as I AM THAT I AM that sacred key to power.
Maya or Illusion our Eastern Brothers say..
Yet which is witch or simply a phrase.
Of Infinite Motherhood I AM a part.
Release the mind of foolish fodder and come join me..
The Mother is calling, can't you see that warm, inviting moonbeam ?
Now ponder in your cradle o son of man..
That moonbeam is me peeking in to check on you.
Are you still afraid to take my hand ?
I have garments that last forever o little child of man.
Have you missed me ?
I've been here all the while...
I have seen your trial and sense of sin too...
Your wrestling in the mud and foul perversions to.
Yet clean and white are my garments new for everyone..
Follow that moonbeam in your mind and tickle my feet...
Follow that moonbeam and I'll give you a treat.
To know that before you even start...
Follow that moonbeam directly into my open heart.

Yes. after these many years of aloneness.
It's Pretty !! !!!

I am so happy that God brought the two of you together and led you to this forum. I wrote a prayer for a book I am working on about Native American peoples of the past and will adapt the prayer to how I feel about your poetry, Burt and Onealone. This is my prayer for you two:

Hear me, O' Great Spirit.
Hear my feeble voice; see what is in my soul, Grandfather.
Send the voices of the Poets, for all to hear
We are all related, mita kuye ayasin, we are relatives,
By Your sacred design.
Let the voices of the Poets, the beautiful souls, be heard
Throughout Your world, O' Great Spirit.
Pilamaya, Thank you.

Worldwide communication let us now remove its bane...
Why is it that the avant garde must suffer all of this pain ?
To widen the heart deepen it by Love's vengeful fire..
We know only in part, but when it's said and done...
The Father of Lights only removes that which is not perfect which cannot be immortalized - a lot of pain quick ? or saw off the bone -- cut the dog's tail off and get in done.. run boy, run boy.. run for the Son <Sun> !!

I have seen enough of all this pain and strife, courage of heart is need so I took it all inside, collapsed my human ego my source of all pride, kick me and spurn me you little men for cosmic law functions above and beyond this mortal den. Yes, I serve the bum and the prostitute too.. they may not know it, but they are my children too.. all one in design high culture contrasts the bottomless pit of human desires of many not one.. Children of darkness, children of the sun ? Murder and mayhem for centuries so bold... I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked for I AM eternal not old.

Time is not mine, it belongs to my mother.

Space is Buddha, my friend... a brother from the same yet a different mother.

Flesh and bones what purpose this form ? To give definition.. doesn't matter the color.

How boring life would be if we all looked the same... All the money they've made in Hollywood to project all that is hollow and vain.

So how will you be weighed then in this mortal form ?

It would have been so much easier to be a puppet on a string -- from life's confusion why live in the past, your mind is limited by divine design..

Would you give the keys of a rocket ship to a toddler my friend - silly mortal, the babe needs no rocketship for he is guru of old, in a brand new flesh form for this is mercy's plan reincarnation is a fact no need to behold God is a wee bit smarter than man with their imitations so bold - scientific humanism hurry up let's breed - don't you remember the edict ?

Everything shall bear from its own seed. So wherefore this planet earth crosscurrents of lifewaves from distant stars a sequestered part of cosmos - god in exile in the world of form - violence and murder is not allowed in the kingdom of God infused and all around - atomic bombs are but jacks and straws the rebellious ones taught you to play..

How many more epochs do we need ? how many more scientific miscreations how many indeed.

Why not realize for simplicity's sake that the universe uses patterns of circle, square and parallelogram repeated indeed.

Common sense is not so common they say look we've created a robot we need no clay - we can do better than God we don't need him today.. o silly little human, God doesn't know about space shuttles ?

He has not seen you enter the fray, such contraptions existed 50,000 years ago or so.. There's nothing new under the sun ?

Experiment with free will I say... It's been done before, you can be sure of that, now what will you do this time ?

Just sputter and spat ?

The rose never had a thorn until man in his thoughts became separated by fear, anger, torment and what not... All drops of the same ocean.. same stuff regardless of clan... melt down the bones and what do you get ? Iron, magnesium, calcium too.. all stuff of earth, earthy.. dust to dust do you regret ?

For dust to dust for some seeking mortal power, yet dust to dust without regret was never spoken by the soul.

What a beautiful and inspirational thread!!! Onealone, I'm so glad you've joined us! I have loved reading you. Bert, I've really been enjoying your poetry too!

Thanks so much everyone, for sharing from your heart. XOXOXO

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Thank You Deanna, onealone and Phyllis too !!

Deanna, you are so sweet and loving to welcome this beautiful poetry to your forum.

Burt and Onealone, I come here when I want to feel good and let the love in my heart grow. You both inspire me to write more poetry myself. I am in a poetry contest this month and will not be here as often as I would like to, but, know my heart is here with you and that I DO read each and every poem you write.

I will post links to my poems on facebook. If I post the poems here, I will be disqualified from the contest.

Such beautiful souls here! We must have all traveled on journeys together before.