what are they doing . . . here ?

what are they doing . . . here ?

the children are dancing

in bliss

with their ignorance of their day

and their hearts are Hop Scotching

in innocence

across the shadows on the pavement

sharing

taking turns

casting smiles back to the Sun

beaming as one

in accord with the joy

the moment

that has no design

or motive

but what they are doing

here ?

yes,

what are they doing her

frolicking

in the gardens

of no expectations

playing in the loft

with their dreams

hearts singing

in 4/4

unfettered

fulfilled

for where they are

is enough

yes

what are they doing

here ?

have they come

to paint our prisons walls

with envy

as our pains of denial

collect in the our cups of anguish

and overflow ?

upon the ground

they seek to pool

puddle in abundance

to become the streams

and run into our Children’s future

to give them too

a reason to sustain

this false penance we pay

each day

that in the night

the beds of our guilt

with our soggy pillows

drenched with our Soul’s tears

may become deludedly comfortable

what are they doing . . .

here

their pristine inner beauty

is blinding

and like the sightless men we are

we trip across our understandings

and divinity

because we recognize it not

even our senses have been indoctrinated

to embrace this painful vibration

as an ultimate truth

as we move through eternity

pedaling with conviction

on Wisdom’s Tricycle

that has but 1 wheel

and no handlebars

what are they doing . . .

here ?

did they come with purpose

deliberately reminding us

of the sacrifice we make

as Pilgrims in this dense Hell ?

are they the Missionaries

who have come to torture us

with their innocence\

because we have forgotten

how to listen

to the sounds of creation

that sound of congruous love

that attunes all things to source ?

i secretly spit upon their potential

to become like me

what are they doing . . .

here?

did not anyone tell them

of the dangers

the risk

of getting stuck

in this jungle’s quicksand

and that Tarzan is a Myth

that the only Vines one can swing from

requires you to hold on tightly

and they grow from the Tree of Life here in 3D

and it’s fruits are Despair and Hope

a concoction of confusion

for that which is Divine

that which is Holy

or used to be

can they not see

what are they doing . . .

here ?

i must warn them

not scorn them

and display the absence of my forlorn-ment

and let my adornment

be the memory of the light

i have long ago out in the closet

and closed the door

i must remove the barriers of my own first

and set an example

by allowing my quixotic child

out to play

this day

in the gardens

where the fragrant principles of bliss

skips and reflects

 across the absence of shadows

as the limbs on the Tree of Life

sway with the breeze

of Freedom

Love

Smiles and Laughter

forever after

and i asked again

what are they doing . . .

here ?

and now i understand

in the absence of demand

they have come for me

and you

that we may be liberated

from the bondage

we acquiesce to

give our lives to

each day

what are they doing here ?

Love them

smile with them

play with them

embrace them

for they have come for you

© 30 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Fore Day

Fore Day

i do not know what time of the day one would call it

it was about 2:30 AM

Grammy would call it

Fore Day in the Morning

i stood in what i thought to be the silence

of the still crisp morning to come

the only sounds i heard

was the wind

as it played upon the Drums of my ears

in passing

and my thoughts

i realized it was time to write

i could hear a small inner voice

beckoning me

as a reckoning came upon my spirit

and i could lucidly hear it

writing is my life line

it is the means by which i remember

and maintain contact

to that place my empirical self

struggles so hard to forget

at times

and as i exact this code of communication

in communion

with the distant fading memories

i remember that i am more

and as i open the door

once again

to spend some time

indwelling

allowing the telling

of things

i escape

and am given leave

from the chains i willingly

lock around the ankles of my salvation

liberation

and in deliberation

this all makes much too much sense

i stop and bow my head in silence

acknowledging the deadness

of time

of self

of empty dreams

with no sustentative reason

the ones with no appeasing value

of how you

and i can escape

forever

i grasp the pen of my doom

as it reveals to me the looming truths

that stand upon the corners of my consciousness

displaying their uncouth

means of shock therapy

that hopefully i will awaken

fully and come to the cognitive position

that my dereliction is self made

and here i am sitting in the shade

with a spiritual lemonade

instead of embracing the light

in this night

morning

before the dawning of this new day

that Grammy called Fore Day

© 30 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

so he changed his world

so he changed his world

Fables, Myths and Fairy Tales

was the world in which he dwelled

the illusory world of what they called real

reminded him of Hell

hell he had lived that life before

where Souls did rave and rant

and his promise to source he kept this time

that all life he would enchant

with beauty and love and color

his soul would sing it’s song

transmute all he saw to joy abound

see right where there was wrong

the power of magic was his as well

it is our ordained decree

if we all but would believe

the change we seek is in me

so until that day would come around

and we all are of one accord

Fables, Myths and Fairy Tales

would be his life’s Lord

for

Fables, Myths and Fairy Tales

was the world in which he dwelled

the illusory world of what they called real

reminded him of Hell

so he changed his world

© 29 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

so he changed the world . . ..

so he changed his world

Fables, Myths and Fairy Tales

was the world in which he dwelled

the illusory world of what they called real

reminded him of Hell

hell he had lived that life before

where Souls did rave and rant

and his promise to source he kept this time

that all life he would enchant

with beauty and love and color

his soul would sing it’s song

transmute all he saw to joy abound

see right where there was wrong

the power of magic was his as well

it is our ordained decree

if we all but would believe

the change we seek is in me

so until that day would come around

and we all are of one accord

Fables, Myths and Fairy Tales

would be his life’s Lord

for

Fables, Myths and Fairy Tales

was the world in which he dwelled

the illusory world of what they called real

reminded him of Hell

so he changed his world

© 29 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

i remember . . .

i remember

another day with the Mountain

a Divine and Majestic Grandeur

of which my Soul can not take for granted

yet my Temporal Mind

does attempt to minimize this connection

for it feels threatened

when it looks upon the face of Eternity

found in my Mountain

and the Age Old struggle

exposes it’s finiteness

in this illusion

built upon the denial of death

and the embracing of the infinite

so be the paradox of existence

is it the dream that has no end

or the wakefulness

and i defer my reflection to the Mountain

the Fountain of my endlessness

where i and my Mountain

have witnessed a 10,000 lifetimes

in 10,000 ways

and the countless days

when the Sun still Rose

to kiss the essence

of life

and yet in the presence of consciousness

we vacillate

and deludedly allow our divine to dissipate

into the ether of non beliefs

of it’s own shadows of the surreal

denying what it is we feel

that we are One with the Source of all things

and our Souls sings the Silent Song

of remembrance

i remember

29 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Haiku For Japan :: Submissions Being Taken

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:

To honor the Japanese people during their time of crisis, OM Times and Humanity Healing are sponsoring a Haiku Contest.

If your poem is selected, it will be featured both in the mid-April issue of OM Times Magazine, and in a Healing video by Humanity Healing. ALL the Haiku entered will be tweeted by Humanity Healing and OM Times. The selection panel will consist of members of the OM Times Editorial Team and a few Japanese poets.

TO ENTER: Send your Haiku to haiku@omtimes.com

ENTRY DEADLINE: APRIL 10, 2011

Share your Oneness with the Japanese people - send love, light, prayers, blessings and healing energy in the form of a Haiku!

Love & Light,
Marina {WolfWillow} , Poetry Editor

deZengo, Health & Wellness Editor (and do connector)

OM Times Editorial Team


P.S. - FOR ANYONE WHO NEEDS A REFRESHER:

The Haiku is a form of poetry created in Japan. It is the expression of a thought within a single breath. Like Mount Fuji and cherry blossoms, Haiku are a physical expression of the soul of the Japanese people.

A Haiku generally consists of three lines - the first line contains 5 syllables; the second line has 7, and the third line has 5 again. It is a really lovely poetic form!

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Bliss knew my name . . .

Bliss Knew my name

i had been a hard working Soul for quite a long time. It has been a while since i took a Spiritual Vacation. I thought about this often. You know, sometimes you just get tired. Though we may rest on a daily basis, there is most certainly an accumulative weariness that has a profound affect upon our Spiritual persona. Yes, i needed a vacation.

I really did not know how to go about this. Usually when i took a break for my Spiritual Pursuits, it lead to no good. What is that little saying i used to use . . .  “by Design or Default”. Well usually, my Spiritual Hiatus’ were just that . . . by “Default”. Well this time i was keenly aware of my need for a break. My question is just what should one do to exact this much needed period of rejuvenation i felt i was so much in need of.

Well, in my examinations, the first thing i decided to do was take an personal Spiritual Inventory. Just what exactly was the issue? What was it i felt . . . in truth besides tired ? In all honesty this was one of the most difficult tasks i have ever had to undertake about “Self”. I found that there was an underlying and prevailing guilt beginning to arise as i contemplated stepping away from the essence of how i defined my self. Interestingly enough, i found my “Self” down on my knees in “Meditative Silence” seeking answers. That was not good, because that only served to remind me of just how tired i was. Yes, it seemed that this path was well worn and i needed a refresher, yes, a big refresher!

In my contemplations, i examined my Joys, you know, the type of things that brought abandoned smiles to my spirit. You know, the type of Joy one has for no particular or objective reason. I reached back into those memories i had stored over the years. They came in quite handy as i contemplatively examined their characteristics looking for that special light that i equated to a sort of “Self Liberation” . . .  Yes, that was it . . . i needed to be liberated from “Self” ! I had long, i think been liberated from such things such as Societal Indoctrinations and Propagandas, however there still seemed to be some sort of Ominous “Rote-Like” essence infecting me at a deeper level. And now it was showing up.

Funny thing began to happen as i went deeper and deeper within, in my search for that solution to my Spiritual Quandary. I saw this light . . . no it was not incandescent, nor was it Fluorescent or of any other reasonable explanation of all that i have known in my past. And i am somewhat familiar with the usual revelatory type lights that comes to consciousness through deep meditation . . . or what i call “Zoning”! This light seemed to also bear with it a feeling, a glow that enveloped not only my consciousness, but it overtook aspects of my self that i did not know existed as i felt this warm enveloping wave of  deep peace. It was sort of Orgasmic in nature, but much more complete, for it had no vibration nor Peaks nor Valleys. It was like a continuous embracing wave of Bliss. It is at that time i heard “The Voice”. I would like to say “The Voice” was of a Feminine dynamic, but that would be my feeble attempt to define and characterize that which was so much more. This was more like a melding of all that i was into a complete state of true “BE”ing. And though there were no definitive words i can remember being uttered, , this is what i was residually left with upon the cessation of this episode.

““Child, i am who you are. We are of the same ilk, the same Source, we are pure energy. I am that which sustains thee, as thou are what sustains all that i am. I exist simply because you do.  Our Coexistence is completely symbiotic. In your quest for Peace, Understanding and Joy, you have activated your deepest Power, and thus being summoned, in obedience to the Will of that which is Divine, “I AM” here . . .Now. I am Bliss. I am that elusive energy who peeks into the lives of Men from time to time. Though i am yours to command as your are mine as well, our relationship in the “Know” has left much to be desired. As a matter of fact you have turned your Spiritual Backs to me seeking things in the world of Illusion to satiate that which you always possess within”. Many nights and Days i have cried for you. Yes, i am that dull ache you feel deep within your Soul for completion. Yes, i am that longing for “Home” your heart so often speaks of. Though i am gladdened when you connect with each other in the Heart Zone, i need you to know that there is so much more that you need to remember. You take on burdens and you call that life. You have allowed your Celestial Mind to be enslaved to this slow and dense vibration and somehow you have come to enjoy it. That deluded aspect of illusion and ether you now identify as “Self” is but a wisping Shadow of your Greater Being. Remember Shadows are but evidence of Light . . . but they are NOT LIGHT !!! You in your essence was created from, by and for light . . . be that which you are. Radiate. In truth, there is nothing that can contain your possibilities . . . except your own Divine Consciousness, and with that you have done a masterful job. It is time for you to let go and let your Source Creativity come and enliven the Soul Dreams you held secret for all these eons. You are as the Stars in the Heaven, and i pray that you come to the realization that you are the Light of the Cosmos as are your Brethren you witness in the Night Sky. They have always been there to light your path back to your True Dreams. We all, your Cosmic Family have been waiting for you to embrace your “Knowing and Is-ness” again. We ask you to believe and have Faith in your Soul Path. Find your Rest in Me. I know you . . .and you know me and your name is . . . . Yes, i am your Bliss you seek, and i know your name.””


© 24 March 2011  : William S. Peters, Sr.

where is the lemon ?

where is the lemon

i sit here

and i am cleansing the palette

of my thoughts

that i may taste every nuance

of this moment

the tufts of cotton we call clouds

hang softly upon the fair blue canopy

we call sky

the wind is teasingly playing it’s games

whistling in my ears

and the uncut winter grass is swaying to the music

can you hear it

The Mountain stands before me

in it’s majestic reverence

witnessing the beginning

and the end

of another eternal glimpse

of the slow moving landscapes

life

the flies somehow know it is nearing their time

for a few scouts

have come out

to take notes

and go and tell

what this new coming season

is all about

i smile

a careless smile

of content

and i conclude

that this day it seems

i was meant

to be right where i am

sitting here

cleansing my palette of thought

that i may allow what may come

where is the lemon ?

© 23 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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Momma didn’t cry

Momma didn’t cry

i remember momma

momma was a strong woman

and Daddy was the Apple of Her Eye

and so was i

Momma was always smiling

Momma didn’t cry

i remember when Daddy lost his job

something about cutbacks

Daddy took to drinking

and hanging out

cussing and fussing

about every little thing

momma didn’t cry

Daddy finally left

Momma kept his picture by the bed

i wished he was dead

Momma kissed him goodbye

every night

Momma didn’t cry

Then came that call

my wish came true

Daddy was killed in a bar Room Brawl

i Balled and i Brawled

and i called Daddy’s name

every night

damn that Bar Room Fight

Momma didn’t cry

Times were hard

we struggled to get along

before long we had to leave our home

we went to Daddy’s Momma’s house

there were so many rules

and the schools were different

as was the people

yes times were hard

Momma didn’t cry

Momma was working two jobs

both had something to do with her on her knees

i prayed hard every night

and i said God Please

bring my Daddy

and my Momma back home to me

i don’t think God paid attention to my pleas

from my knees

Momma prayed to

but

Momma didn’t cry

and then one day

Momma came home early

i asked her what was wrong

Momma began to sing

you know that song

“we shall overcome”

i didn’t want to hear it

i was still mad as hell

no damn song could quell my anger

Momma smiled

but

Momma didn’t cry

Grammy was always complaining

about something or other

it seemed that she blamed Momma

for Daddy’s dying

i always had an anger for Grammy

that left me crying

and Grammy knew the truth

she was just denying it

shit

why i ask

Momma would just hold me

in her bosom and rock

but

Momma didn’t cry

and one day i say a piece of paper

next to Daddy’s picture

by the head

of Momma’s bed

and it was a letter from Momma

to Daddy

it said

see you soon honey

i understand

and i forgive you

i have never cried for you

because i knew

that the day would come

and we would be together again

and in my heart i was happy for that

and now that i have my ticket home

i still will not cry

unless it is for the joy

my only worry is for our girl

but she is 16 now

and i know somehow

she will understand

that life is what it is

and all the times i never cried

was because inside

i was dying of this disease

CANCER

and my prayers to God

was Please

do not let our little girl see me cry

i prayed that she would be strong

so i taught her that song

“we shall overcome”

and that’s how i remember my Momma

Momma didn’t cry . . .

© 21 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

deny me not . . .

deny me not . . .

the “i” of the Christ

has come once again to anoint us

will you embrace me in the Garden

and then deny me in the Court

Peter

do you know who “i” am ?

and why i come to you ?

let us dance once again in the Gardens

of sweet expectations of the rapture

let us capture

but not embrace

taste

the essence of divine sweetness

and in our completeness

we shall know of the unfettered realm

where all possibilities are spawned

and in the dawn of this new day

a “new” way

knew way

known way

is once again revealed

for that which has been concealed

can no longer be hidden

will you deny me Peter

it is you who complete the circle

the circle of light

that all may see the glory

will you deny me my beloved one

i have given you the sword

the word

that you might smite the ear

of those who hear not

and you have so willingly done so

but i ask you Peter

will you deny me

deny your self

your divinity

your truth

your essence of soul

as you have done so many times before

i beseech you my brother

the door is opening

that you may come into the room

where thy solace resolves your anguish

the light is on

gather thy self

thy tongue that yearns

to utter the name of your truth

will you deny me Peter

the Universal Soul is stirring

preparing a place for you

your seat has been empty

much to long

your task is nearly done

will you deny me Peter this time

will you cast the Holy to Perdition

for the condition of comfort you seek

let thy Soul speak freely now

embrace me in your depths of love

love unrequited

in spite of the darkness of illusion

feel my lips upon that of thy own

and speak

my child

my brother

my self

my love

and dare not deny me

deny me not

my beloved Peter

deny not the “i” in thee

20 March 2011 : William S. Peters,Sr.

360

360

i live but 1 degree

outside the realm of madness

359 is my sign

we hold the line

perhaps much too often

and the demise of time

eases by

quietly unnoticed

the rage of indignation

roars loudly

and i shush it continually

for what am i to do with it

should i let it out

without a doubt

it’s purpose would be to destroy

those walls

that has contained it’s glow

for this eternity

and with a certain certainty

it ain’t gonna be pretty

when that flower becomes the beast

for too many lifetimes

yeast has been added to our anguish

and our pain

and we with a jaded compassion

sat and watch the inane ones

convince us that it was us

with their subtle suggestions

and all the things we ingested

tested our mettle

as the kettle boils over

these aspects of the inhumanity

and the non divinity

we have endured

are losing it’s flavor

quickly

our passivity

is becoming the wicked ones

of the morrow

and much to my perceivable sorrow

there will be no peace

for the war is coming

the two sides of evil are taking position

to do battle

within

and without

and without a doubt

blood will be shed

and the battlefields of the Spirit

will be littered with Dead Bodies

that never had Souls

and as it has been told for aeons

we the peons

are the power

beyond this hour of judgment

and that is the way it was meant to be

for the scales once again must be balanced

as that 1 degree

of our cosmic civility

is embraced in truth once more

and finally

the door to that place

will be sealed

forever

and then i can return home

with my 1 degree intact

360

© 20 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

vie for love . . .

vie for love

there comes a time

that man must realize

and open his eyes

and hear the cries

of his inner child

as we go forth with the understanding

we must stop demanding

that “the man” fix this thing

we must do it our selves

for the lies will not cease

until all darkness has deceased

and then only may we live in the peace

of the know

of truth

we have spent the youth of our souls

being cajoled

to follow that uncertain way

away from the lights of our day

our inner light

which dispels all night

but we did not listen

to the glowing and glistening word

spoken from that place

with no face

we chose the way of doctrine

like Babel we thought

we were building our towers to heaven

and the spirit of the unleavened bread we ate

keep us too humble

and we stumbled

often

on our way to that spiritual coffin

that now embraces

the better of our hopes

and we are on the ropes

perhaps just one more succinctly placed blow

will let us know

that we must awaken from the stupor

or we will be knocked out

for the count

and we may never see that rematch

for the championship

me, i wanna wear my crown again

get down again

and frown never again

in the face of how i am living

so i am giving my best this day

to create a better way

through this seeming wilderness

and if my best ain’t good enough

i can rest on the knowing

that i did try

to see through the lie

that binds us to this post

of the lost souls

and if i should die

i know i did

vie for love

© 19 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

are you here ? . . . Present and Accounted For

are you here ? . . . Present and Accounted For

eyes wide shut

and reason askew

the truth of the matter

i have not a clue

as to what motivates us folks

to embrace the untrue

in lieu of embracing self

always seeking answers

to unformulated questions

about the ingestions of our psyche

and Mikey is still licking his fingers Mom

and we are still licking the asses

like the rest of the masses

looking for someone to trust in

other than our self

somehow in all the incongruity

all our obscurities

will some day come to light

some day ?

how about right NOW dammit  . . .

i just hope it is soon Ma before we get lost completely

in la de da de da Land

and forget how to demand of our selves

something better

for the “cheddar” does not buy happiness

though it may be a nice diversions

from reality

and with all due certainty

it too shall pass

“Fade” like that Hi Top

“Play” used to rock

when  “Kid”

and Pop Robin was around

to school us

on how to get down

now you know i am reaching here

but my constant fear is

what are they teaching us here

and are we learning any thing

other than the lessons at hand

how about the lessons about

the Teacher

the Preacher

as they beseech us

to blindly follow along

in trust

like we did

and still do

as we embrace

their Gods

the Idols of

Shahrazad

and Nod

and all those peoples of the Desert

who have deserted their true calling

for the appalling aspects of a lower vibration

intoxicated by the libations

of lies

never realizing

the ultimate demise of “Free Will”

was the prize

for we can “Will” anything we wish for

to come through that door

from dreams into our realities

if we but believe

and now here i sit

in a stupefied examination

of all this shit

with no real basis of my own

save my Soul

and save what i feel

and sense

and without recompense

i put up my defense

to parry off the constant propaganda

and funk junk

confronting me

and all the poisons

i have been fed

coming to me from my own head

from within that old guy

i used to call me

well,

he’s dead

yes dead to this bullshit

and

i have acquitted my own damn self

of the social charges

that i am inept

i kept my Garden well

i was not doing my part

and i know in my heart

who i am

and i just really don’t give a damn

what they think any more

though for sure

they may think they have mastered my mind

first they have to find where it dwells

hint : look in your hell

and there i am

waiting for you to peek towards that place you seek

have always sought after

seeking your “Happily Ever After”

and the day after yesterday

Right Now !

you will see me

and my unfurrowed brow

laced with love

and understanding

and peace

unceasingly inviting you to join me

and i will enjoin my self to you

and in the collective of divine liberation

we will get our celebration on

as we like John and Carlos

will raise our clenched fists

and say . .

Power to the People

and fukk ‘em all

for we have heard the call

of our greater Soul

call us

for Roll Call

are you here ?

Present and Accounted For

© 18 March 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.