SUNRISE

The sun comes each and every day, greeting us with possibility

A new canvass for the art which is uniquely mine, i endeavor to create

The tone of that which i offer to humanity is the reverberation of that which ruminates within my core 

Alas, the sights and sound emanating from my soul are my gift , my “present to the present”

The artwork of my proclivities serve the whole as intended

 Whether tis for the common good, or destruction of joy is determined only by the observer.

I AM THE OBSERVER, AND THE OBSERVED

The spewing of venomous atrocities,or divine triumphs comes from choice

I experience, ruminate and ferment then produce

veritable recycling of what is

My point of focus and resolve will color the product of my offering.

No conditions are at fault, just choice.

each and every Sunrise is the genesis of a new reality.

How do I feel this morning, wait ad see what I create, then you will now how I feel.

Perspective, perception, illusion.

I am.

The Path

My journey takes me forward, I travel down the path.

Which way?
I know not my direction, or my destination just the path.
I am the path.

I move forward, unsure, but filled with confidence.
There is nothing that will divert me, but where is it I seek to go?

I am the path.
An energy flows through me, touching everything in my wake.

It leaves behind a mark.

What does it say?

I follow the path before me, knowing I approach the point that I am journeying toward.

Will I know when I arrive?

I have never left.

I am the path.
My resolve is strong, that lights the way.
I travel with a zealous stride.

I will find my hearts desire.

I know not what it is.
I cannot see but what is before me.

Looking out I become blind to the truth within.
I am the truth.
I move forward, looking out, taking step after step, to find the truth inside.
Every step takes me forward.

My answer lies behind.

The answer is within the path.
My journey will end without a beginning.

To find what I seek along the path, is to stop moving, and be the path.
Ask, and you shall receive, seek, and you shall find, knock, and doors will be opened to you.
Word games, the lot.

The trick is as follows-

( Seek first The Kingdom, and all things will be added).
My trip will end when the truth that I need not journey at all is revealed.
Being on the path is the destination, no action, no goal, just the path.

“Be Still”, “ and know that I Am God”

OBSCURED

At first glance the masterpiece called life comes into view with Grace
Magnificence and majesty as aura round it’s face
Proximity housing fear filled mind cast shadows thick with mire
Our view once clear is now obscured, to see I must go higher
Beneath the pile of self made sludge rests the Truth of Being

Although we are aware of this, we keep veiled our seeing
Lessons learned secrets revealed, and age old scriptures read
We laud the words and hail the scribes as we hang on what they’ve said
All the while we’ve heeded not continuing to pile,
Ever thickened layers, of tribulation and of trial
We listen but we do not hear
We see without cloudy vision

We laugh and love and shed a tear
While words cause life’s division
Paying tribute to our endless quest seeking to soar ever higher
By our own hand we shroud the best, with ego sparked desire
The answers that we pine for, lay deep beneath the dust
We have but to brush away this self made outer crust
The masterpiece lies where it was born, unscathed and still in Grace
When love is spoken the wind shall blow revealing this wondrous face
The choice is ours and ours alone to reveal what Grace has sent

Accepting all as One again allows us to see  from Gods INTENT.

 

Inside Job

The engine roars, the fuel burns hot , and wheels lunge quickly forward
A sudden start a brisk excel , sharp curves and speed are my reward

Many think the bikes the ride, it determines speed and torque
But I know better It’s in my mind, as thought does all the work
The machine upon which I’m seated
Make, model, color, and size
Can be copied and repeated
But what we all must realize
There is no experience or encounter, no truth, no-thing of form
That is thrust upon us unwittingly, we create what we call norm
The mind is the original factory, it shapes and refines our world
The Divine power from within, through us becomes unfurled

The power of creation starts with a fleeting thought
Keep mind and heart in focus, to create as we were taught.

Many Hands

Many hands make light work, that is what they say

When we all work together it seems to be God’s way

When people join each other ignoring race or creed

The challenges that face us all are tackled with great speed

The key to living peacefully with very little pain

Lies in each others willingness to forfeit our own gain

We must each one contribute to the needs we see around

As all the worlds our homeland and abundance can be found

The world gives back what we send out , this truth cannot be beat

An attitude of gratitude helps the worlds needs for us to meet

We are all part of one great life , a fact we should not ignore

As long as we each do our part there should be no more poor

When people treat each other, as they would treat their own

That is when the love of God will finally be known

This world is for us all to share , it’s bounty great and vast

We have been told these truth’s before by  prophets in the past

But the thing we may not realize

The fact we don’t admit

Is that we are all family, is why the pieces fit.

So selfishness, and want and greed cause all this planets grief

We must overcome these sins , as this life is so brief.

With many hands all grasped together this life would be grand

The light work that they speak of  will be guided by God’s hand. 

Bliss

 

 

The time is now to act on our passion, as morrow promises no such chance

The world within we long to fashion, as we sway to formless dance

The heart’s desire will wax and wane, yielding sorrow when one ignores

Suppressing gifts drives most insane, performing tasks that one abhors

The inward drive to follow bliss, may be left unheeded now

The nagging call of what we shall miss, is surely cause to furl ones brow

In life we all have wares to offer, mosaic tile to fill the void

Our tally we toss in the coffer, ensuring grace becomes deployed

To wait and wonder “when is our time”, shall ruin moments here and now

The present is our gift sublime; we act at once not fearing how

To sing the song the heart has written, delivers peace from within our soul

The Spirit soars as we are smitten, attaining life’s most lofty goal

True peace and unity of God and man, is accomplished through authenticity

That surely is how Divinity did plan, to experience all possibility

Mady/Jeremy

Rarely have I seen a couple complement each other so

It must quite apparent as there’s one I hardly know

When two decide to join as one there are usually rough edges

As time moves on those challenges may end up driving wedges

From what I’ve seen these past few days that fear holds no merit here

There were very few occasions when the smiles weren’t ear to ear

For two to join together, and make a single life

Compromise is needed from both Man & Wife

That will not be required of this Lovely Pair

As they both complete each other, which these days is quite rare

She may say up while he says down, one in the other out

He may like Blue while she loves brown, but that’s not what it’s all about

The differences that they display, feed each other’s need

They blend together as puzzle pieces, as they plant sacred seed

When one’s mind is tuned within, and heart is left exposed

They draw unto themselves the one that Grace proposed

The Unity of heart and mind is joined by kindred souls

The two become as one in life, playing the same roles

There seems to be no mistakes made here, this couple are now One

Together they will leave one mark, while having lots a fun

We all have come to fill a need, each unique in our own way

When Love is found so genuine, the gift they bring is here to stay

These two as one will change the world, their mark will long endure

This Sacred Union came from above; of this we are quite sure.

JRodgers 11/11/2013

Rain

I love the sound of torrential rain

Or the roar of the waves of the ocean

 

Meandering rapids relinquish my pain

Delight for all water in motion

 

Off in the distance, or just right outside

My fears and my doubts disappear

 

Innocent witness or part of the ride

Function and purpose is clear

 

Renew and destroy, bring life to all things

Without it, we cease to exist

 

I can’t get enough of the song that she sings

Her lure is too much to resist.

COVERED BRIDGE

I’m drawn toward the covered bridge, its lure and scent of mystery

Below lies rushing waves of strength, the frame shrouds years of  history

Within these walls of blood and oak, lay determined tales of hope

A structure born of strong intent, wrought with stalwart means to cope

Alas the mighty river bed shall not cease our drive to transcend this lot

The means by which the living and long since dead ensure our drive is not forgot

For  men see challenge at every turn,

addressing  woes and lessons learn

Around each bend lies obstacles of grace,

as we escape from confined space

For creation is the thing we crave,

the story starts and ends at grave

There is no destination bound ,

all joy is levied when journeys found

As travelers we yearn for more,

contentment is the devils lure

Each desire yields another, achievement  comes with great reward

The acts I share with each and every brother, are carved in stone and not ignored

The symbol that the bridge relays

is that of more productive days

We lay the joists align the beams,

paying no mind to tireless screams

For all men know the task at hand

is laying planks above the sand

We forge ahead creating  trail

that lead  to points of no avail

The covered bridge will shelter those that pass above and sail below

As years go by the structure stands, our intent of mind for all to know.

As passersby enjoy  the sight so grand,

 just crossing was not all we planned

This expanse of oak & love

was our mission from above

That all men know we passed by this place,

and took from it a bit of Grace.

Hoist with Own Petard.

 

It was I alone that honed the edge of the foil that pierced my soul
To me the task that lay before is to suture this bloody wound
Intent of mind and purpose driven advancing  toward a goal
Blind and deaf but most determined actions seem profound

Amused by that which I create blaming points beyond
My wonder and amazement grows as what I despise appears
Frustration mounts and fury’s rage at what I am not fond
Mid task I stop abrupt and sure attempting to switch gears

The rule is pure and simple though, believe and it is so
Create events with ease and grace by knowing them to be
The end results elude my sight in spite of what I know
My intellect doth tell that these gifts are here for me

Why then does one struggle with eternal angst and need
How will my insight aid my soul till the journey is no more
The answer lies within my mind and the soul I do not feed
The forest is within the trees, and life’s’ outside my door

Events will not be wrought upon but drawn by my request
There is no blame to cast about, I’ve fashioned this design
I may at times think there’s no more, I’ve given it my best
Lest I realize to step aside and struggle less, results will then be mine

JRodgers.