Remorse opens the soul
In a particular way
The soul weeps as His Mercy showers
And cleanses her
Separation from God is the soul’s
Deepest grief
God knows and walks beside you
At every step
One moment of separation
Creates an ocean of tears in the soul
God knows
And is already blessing those tears
With His Mercy
Before the soul discovers them
God knows
The sorrow of separation
All his children will weep – J Harper
Category: Poetry
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Remorse
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I
Friends
before you is a madman
listen, not to his words
they are lies
and he, a greater liehow arrogant his quest
these many many years
thinking to find himself
and something greater
far beyond
thoughts and wild imaginings
he thought it brave and bold
to laugh at death
and pain and sorrow
the human condition
while chasing elusiveness
he strayed
to far beyondlisten, not to his words
they are lies
and he, a greater lie
before you
is a madmanfriends
it was he who demanded
and gave permission
to be fooled
he thought to find himself
and something greater
he said “anything – anything
take me beyond
all
beyond”
it was he who hung himself
his madness his creation
how was he to know
that beyond light’s blush
and the moaning wind
lay the slayer of all sanity
while chasing elusiveness
he strayed
too far beyond
where stillness and silence
steal you from yourself
and being no where
and no thing
that Presence
soft as finest down
faint as a still breeze
touches one
so very very gently
in a place
so very very hidden
all hope of sanity dies
this touch remembers
recognizes
awakens to itself
listen, not to his words
they are lies
and he, a greater lie
before you
is a madmanfriends
returning to this world
of idiots and imbeciles
they say, “relax, you’re too intense
surrender, God’s will be done”
is insanity
how, can one surrender
when one is not
who, can scratch an itch
that is not
where can one prepare for
what is not
can any formula mandate grace
friends
I am a madman
living in insanity
where the only road back
is to expose all the lies
and I
is the greatest lie of alllisten, not to these words
they
are all
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My Ass
I used to have
The most obnoxious
Worrisome, and stubborn
Ass
It was a bother and burden
I would wish on no one
So, I could not
In all good conscious
Rid my self of it
Then, a Friend
Told me of a method
To break my ass
Of all its contrariness
So, I bought a chair
And every day
I made my ass
Sit in that chair
O! what fights and struggles we had
That lazy ass so resistant
To ever going anywhere
Or doing any real work
Now, could not and would not
Sit still
But, my Friend
Had warned me of this stage
So, I persisted
In putting my ass in that chair
Ignoring all of its
Childish braying and petulance
Slowly over time
That chair
Responded to the weight
Of my ass
Molding itself
Into the only place
My ass was ever
Really relaxed and comfortable
Now
I could not get my ass
Out of that chair
It refused to be
Anywhere else
So, I left my ass
In that chair
While I went about
My daily affairs
Until one day
My ass
Disappeared
And
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Love & Beauty in a Violent World
It is not an easy thing
The writing of these words
There is no effort of trying
Flowing from whence they come
To where they goI am busy with a thief
That would steal them
That scoundrel is a constant irritation
My vigilance prevents stray thoughts
So, he is also a blessingThe writing of these words
Is not an easy thing for me
I am still
And cannot stop the lovingIn that room
But not in that time
In that room
But not in that place
In the endless loving
That will not stop
That cannot stop
The endless loving
Moves on and on
Through and throughI am here
In the great ruin
It is making of meA thousand times
I have reached out
And touched the truth
Each caress a new devastation
I am never prepared
To see such beautyIt is not an easy thing
Sitting in this room of ruin
Where the departed remain
Each tear and smile over the years
Continues its work
I am the victim
In this lovingO, poor creature am I
Spilling tears of gratitude and joy
My trust runs deep
I can’t help not to
I am too vulnerable
To the startling beauty
And fierce compassion
I have no will
To resist the ruiningI awoke on the cross of the world
Every where I look
Death and horror and violence
Are dancing
Cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand
With love and beauty and joy
It is beyond pain
Beyond ecstasyIt is not an easy thing
My body is a three year old child
With a leg taken by a shell of hatred
And eyes blinded by the shrapnel
Of ethnic cleansing
My heart a fine filigree
Of radiant luminous gold
Illuminates the loving
Beyond this violent tragedy
Where majesty blooms
Beyond my comprehension
In a field of skulls and bones
Mothers and daughters
Fathers and sons
Every moment in this boundlessness
Is not an easy thingIt is the only thing
Moving on
Into the next moment of ruin
As life eats
And renews itself
And the loving
Does not stop
Cannot stopJ Harper
Image – Creations by Dawn
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Lovers
When you are a lover, you’re personal, but you have no boundaries that separate you from your lover. – A.H. Almaas
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along. – RumiTranslator: Coleman Barks