Potent Power

Glorious

 

Words
Like a Pallet of Paint to Bedeck a barren canvas with Depths otherwise Unknown,
Stand Ready to unmask me.
Call I then upon their Potent Power to Speak for me in Tongues
I would otherwise be ignorant of, and let them Spill Out in Endless Fashion
That, by some means as I may be incapable of,
Tell the Secret Truth about my Heart of Hearts.
Listen, then, with an Attent ear so each word may Fulfill its Purpose.
Give over the Admiration of an accusing mind to the Power of these pawns,
Which now I use so grossly to Unfold myself.

There is a numbing silence,
Which Parades around the Inmost parts of me.
An Acquiescence of Spirit that, at times, threatens to Undo me.
Murderous and Suffocating in its heaviness of burden,
Pain taunts my every fiber.
The Shallowness of Love and it’s every Endeavor,
It’s every deception,
It’s every Blaze of Unbridled Passion and Confusion of Ecstasy,
Spin my senses Beyond my comprehension.

What is there, Then, in this simple Plan of Existence we call Reality
To give us any semblance of Meaning or Purpose?
How do we Measure the Challenge of continued breath against the chaos
Of each Beat of our Hearts?
There is an Unquestionable Merit to Patience that I am yet to Understand.
Give me Greed, hatred, or luckless ambition, for by these meager actions
Exists a sense of reason, but what of Love?
It does not give us any Measure of Profit,
Yet we track it as relentlessly as we pursue revenge.
It is Belittling.
It is Empowering.
It is Madness cast upon a writhing sea wherein there lies little Hope.
It is Bitter, Severing Loneliness;
A Place I run to where I might Hide myself and from where I run to hide.

Still; I cannot Hide.
Love is All I truly Long for,
Hope for,
Dream of.
It is the Apparition, the Mirage I witness all around and, yet, cannot Touch.
Each time I suppose myself to be Attaining it,
Love Vanishes into Silvery nothingness,
only to Reappear at the very limit Of my Perception.
Shall I, then, chase after it?
Or shall I sit down among the dry and dusty tumbleweeds
to Wait out the heat of yet another wearisome day?

Nay.
I stand.
I walk.
I run.
Ever and Always, Chasing the Muse.
With Hope as Expectant within me as the Glorious Vision itself,
Casting all my Anticipation upon The One
Who is Ever Capable of combating all the Ruthlessness of this bleak Existence,
and in that Decisive Act of Irrevocable Trust,
I Behold the Manifestation.

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~Morgan~

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5 thoughts on “Potent Power

  1. There is a book by the name of Five Languages of Love that includes service..gifts..physical touch..words of affirmation..and quality time..but of course these languages of love..most often require a significant other to come to fruition..

    But OH! i say..

    there is a sixth type of LOVE

    That is SACRED LOVE.

    AND NAH..

    it is more than altruistic action..

    IT TRULY IS feeling too..

    A connection of being..that is deep and limitless that it is always overflowing…

    And when one arrives one understands they are NEVER EVER ALONE…

    And truly never ever..need another person to ‘feel’ an empty space…

    Well..i used to believe in unconditional love..of the emotional kind..

    But there are some hurdles that WILL kill the emotional kind of love without a doubt..like permanent horrific disability..

    Where altruistic love can win out…

    Or acts of service..by the significant other..with an incredibly strong Will..

    Anyway..let’s just say..my wife’s been there done that one..for over 5 years….

    And i truly believe that this 6th type of Sacred Love..can be described synonymous to Christ Consciousness..Kundalini Rising..CHI..KI..Qi..so many metaphors that describe a limitless reservoir of SACRED LOVE THAT IS LIGHT..AND TRULY BEYOND
    WORDS THAT CAN PROPERLY relate the depth of OCEAN AND TIME AND SPACE..AS ONE NOW! THAT FULLY encompasses the INFINITY OF THIS SACRED LOVE…

    i get a short glimpse of it at age 21..that lasts for a few months..

    didn’t understand it..didn’t have anyone who can relate to it..no one understands my
    bliss then..IN SACRED LOVE

    BUT AHH..now! there is world wide communication connections and the opportunity to meet folks who arrive there..and share their experiences…or at least read about them..
    in past experiences..

    Truly i’ve never met another person who fully seems to live in this place in real life…

    And i’ve been looking for a long time..

    to find another person there…

    of not the vaulted kind…

    seemingly making a living off of living in bliss..

    in materialistic ways…

    i question the validity of that..but do not truly know…

    Our friend iithinks is there…

    i think…

    simply as he seems to be the only person…

    that sees me for who i am…

    and nah..

    he has never said a word to me..

    i just know…

    Sometimes having this kind of overflowing SACRED Love…

    is the loneliest place to be..

    But yA ARE never alone..

    AGAIN..

    if that makes any sense…

    In REAL LIFE..

    Sacred Love truly terrifies most people

    to be around

    a person

    TRULY LIVING

    IN THE BLISS

    OF SACRED LOVE..

    i am lonelier than i’ve ever been before..

    but again…

    i AM NEVER LONELY.

    TRUE SACRED LOVE IS A GIFT…

    THAT OFTEN

    CANNOT BE

    fully SHARED..

    IF ONE IS TO EXPRESS

    IT

    WITHOUT RESTRAINT

    and

    UNCONDITIONAL TRUTH..:)

    i share this with you..

    as i intuit you are heading down

    this

    path..eventuAlly to a similar destination…

    tHere are no instructions i know of..with grace.. a gift it is..

    with little sparks of help from every person one meets…

    to eventuAlly arrive at this place of Sacred LOVE..:)

    This is a very long comment..of course..on course..;)

    it won’t hurt my feelings if you’d rather it not be here..

    and delete
    it..

    after your read it..

    friend..

    As yes..

    IN Sacred Unconditional Love

    there is never need

    for

    anything

    in return..the cup is always full..

    with never a need..

    for a cup

    or

    Chalice..

    in formal term.

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  2. The meaning or purpose of life, interesting, I was going to write a post on this very subject. I think meaning is personal and it takes a life time to find the actual meaning…which is why existence should come with an instruction book.

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    1. I had actually written this many years ago and only recently added the final verse, in order to brighten it. It speaks a great deal of truth, but is not really my perspective anymore. I try alot harder these days to stay positive, thus the addition of the final stanza. But having said as much, sometimes some cannot find that hope. I thought this somehow fitting for such a sad day. (at the loss of Robin Williams)

      Thanks Ever So My Friend 🙂 I hope you will write your post… 😉

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