A loud rallying call to establish peace, dedicated to my pastor Gary
Impelled :: Healing Through DialogueFrom poem #251 - I try to move the reader even more and set out to heal through dialogue and words
Requesting the Lord to command us to be good and amicable to one another.
Underscores the need for warming to each other's troubles and dissolving boundaries. Dedicated to the Father of the Indian Nation.
Written as I painfully miss my dad and want to have him back so we can both "serve humanity" as we individually strove to do so.
Wriiten when a matriarch was called to Eden above and how her Umbrella continues to protect her family.
When losing a parent, we hit a new low and our feelings get all jammed up. How will this raw grief bring about a catharsis for us?
Imploring us to fashion things with our own hands and be filled with passion - for that is when spirit arises in matter.
Like the masters say - we should FREE ourselves from all LIMITATIONS and SOAR ON HIGH in SERVICE to the DIVINE.
If life is a test, we need to up the ante and SOMEHOW learn to lead a FULL LIFE, letting the past go and fighting to get into gear.
A painful reminder as to how many lives we are losing in this pandemic and how we feel each death so poignantly. Ends with a word of comfort to those in the line of fire.
For a dear friend upong the loss of his uncle... Triggered a powerful emotion and thought for all the people we love and the longing to be reunited with them.
For an aunt who has few rivals when it comes to devotion and poise. And how I want her to inspire my students to live in God's Peace and Love.
About a friend whose stood by me "we barely know how to cry... And wash away the nightmares in our dark past... Has the time come to grow in the light at last"
Embodying a future spirit, this poem speaks of desirable qualities, offering hope that "just when your faith is flagging, an angel appearing... Out of nowhere will give you a boost and you the pinnacle will surmount"
This one about letting go our lower tendencies and living in the light
A from the heart confession about my less than perfect self / appreciation for the family that loves and supports me.
As a friend comes to a crossroads, my trying to give her courage and resolve. Happy to say shes already well on the mend.
To sum life up, I simply say "To know her pain is also to know her high - ya? So try to dig deep for her buried treasure"
As I hit "ground zero" at ByTwo Studios, this medley sees me trying to set words to the tune of 5 different Pink Floyd Songs
I want to break fre but it seems i lack the nerve, lead the way, help me on green pastures to serve.
About the old indic thought of gradations in colour of the modes of nature in people. Written for a friend who is researching it