"the trip..." -
travelling through state,
invisible to the temporal,
seeing tomorrow unfold today,
knowing it quietly,
because You show me.
they whisper in secret,
they express alone,
they crave quietly,
they live the drone.
and still I watch them,
as they function in their perception,
not seeing it past their eyes,
trapped in human skins.
they awe at the common,
they race to extract good time,
they follow the seasons and the days,
the sun and moon their guide.
and still I watch them,
managed by their limits,
controlled by dark and light,
clocking their existence.
so I will keep travelling,
watching tomorrow unfold today,
knowing it quietly,
as You smile at me,
because You showed me.
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"tomorrow" -
the sun will rise tomorrow,
as the mountains all still stand,
birds symphony at daybreak,
while the wind moves cross the land.
the stars will glow in splendor,
as the moon shows hope in light,
the depths of all the distance,
brings the fullness of the night.
and so its been forever,
to continue all our dreams,
for whats coming - what's remembered,
has been steady and remains.
this heart is as the mountains,
my soul moves like the wind,
with spirit like the sunlight,
my faith will stand not bend.
so run the race you've chosen,
toward that distant star,
let the moonlight guide you steadfast,
as the sunshine hides the scar.
and when you stop and realize,
that the reach was close beside,
it started with you reaching,
it was answered by our Guide.
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"simplicity" -
through all the events that pass,
and changes of my life.
the things i've now experienced,
are absent of all strife.
i'm free, at peace, and quite alert,
without a single heartache.
returned to pure and simple life,
with forward freedoms gait.
i'm free indeed, in heart and soul,
completely safe to be.
without pretense or put on shows,
no games for them to see.
perplexed i'm sure they're wondering,
if this is real or not.
however stuck are they themselves,
behind their fears they're caught.
by doubt, and paranoia
for shadows of their minds.
no matter all the truth they've seen,
they cannot grasp the signs.
oh well, too bad for them it is,
because they'll never taste.
the fullness of the life i breathe,
and that is such a waste.
they'll live each day at half they're just,
never full potential.
because its "what if could've might've been",
instead of inconsequential.
so what? we hurt and stand again,
its life thats meant as scraping.
but if we stand or flounder with,
to choose to leave wounds gaping.
for all i've lost within my life,
i've gained a better vision.
toward the joy of life itself,
away from desperation.
content am i in all these things,
since i know where i come from.
and back to there i'll be someday,
to reunite within him.
since this is sure without a doubt,
there's nothing worth complaining.
unless i want to live a life,
remorse and waste and waning.
:)
life is a wonderful trip.
so slow it down and enjoy the view.
JM - Jan 22nd, 2004 (6:22pm)
Permalink | posted by James Mendham @ 2:41 AM |
"continuation" -
once upon a time ago,
when i was not so old you know,
i found that things were simple true,
and nothing was discovered new,
for everything that i have learned,
with bruises i have dearly earned,
i know that i will always stand,
because my strength and helping hand,
before when i would meet someone,
i'd wonder if its go or come,
and now i know that waiting for,
is generally a decision poor,
because those that are true of heart,
are spoken clear and clean of start,
and never lead you by the nose,
with fancy talk and hidden prose,
of course i've learned this for myself,
that heart and love is all the wealth,
that i will choose in my short life,
to free myself from fright and strife,
so now again i move along,
toward the hall with brightened song,
and into light as sure i go,
to what lays there, i cannot know,
but that's okay because in this,
i will be eyes wide opened bliss,
to see the gifts still yet to come,
as providence and choice the sum,
to wait until its gifted me,
and choose to follow it as free,
i'll never be so caught and bound,
by rules and status quo - a hound,
for freedom comes from deep within,
and peace and love to me begin,
toward all those that come to know,
the truth that i have given so.
(15 seconds to write this, can you tell?)
JM - 11:18 am Tuesday, April 13th 2004
Permalink | posted by James Mendham @ 2:31 AM |
"the quiet" -
for whisper in the deepest sight,
toward a longing found by night,
wisking truth inside me deep,
a quiet hope provoked to keep.
a faith toward what's yet to be,
the unity of hearts so free,
in each and every quiet stare,
prayer on the softened hidden air,
with breeze and heat of summer sun,
once for the joining of the one,
which distance path has brought to now,
amazed at travelled distance how,
i hoped and prayed for this here taste,
which grateful in my gait not haste,
discovered in the patience true
produced it seems for me and you.
James Mendham 10-Apr-05 8:15pm
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