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ado about nothing

the children were aimlessly being aimless

for they had no place to go

nor be

for they were already there

here

now

then

and when

and here we are

trying to slip into our “Now”

while trying to recapture

those moments of magic

we still smell upon the memories

of our yesterdays

i too remember

the scent of Spring

and the Rains

and puddles

we joyously played in

with splashing imaginations

of the Oceans to come

oh the flowers

the Yellow Jackets

and the Honeysuckle

whose sweetness

made it all worthwhile

and still does

conjure smiles

as i sit here

collecting far too distant images

of those golden yester years

there are no tears

save for gratitude

for i still embrace those moments

for they are the treasures of life

the pleasure in rife

devoid of this illusion of strife

we far too often cling to

you and i have work to do

as we go about

clearing and cleaning

gleaning the hulls

that hides our light

remove thy bushel fair friend

and let us become the children again

of the Sovereignty

of life

dream and become

that which we once were

and now have to desire to be

where our sum is repletely sweet

the music has not stopped

but we hear other things

don’t we

for our inner ear has lost it’s tuning

to the worries

and the hurries

of the world

for being aimless

is a bad thing they say

but then again

“they” have been known to say much

ado about nothing

Saturday, January 12, 2013

a Pre Easter Poem

i am always amazed, mystified and amused by how many people are celebrating Easter so early in this year and some do all year by Nailing themselves and / or others to the Cross . . . ~ wsp

a Pre~Easter Poem

i watched the blood dripping

in what i thought to be senseless

as the rivulets became small pools

upon the ground found

at the base of that tree

the nailing was a horrible experience

one i could not watch again

yet i, we must

i wondered, was this the end of this

or but the beginning

will there be other sacrificial lambs

to come

would it be you

or us all

as this new age dawns upon us

veni foras Dilecti Aquarius et

effunde spiritum tuum super terram

(come forth Dear Aquarius

and pour thy spirit upon the earth)

let us drink

is their a higher truth to be had

than this allegorical sacrifice

of life unto life

will we too have to walk that Holy Trail

when it is all spoken and done

in order to achieve the One-ness

which our Soul’s desire

live to die for

vie for

through our eternal restlessness

at times i question the perfect plan

the perfect will

and still

there are no answers

perhaps i am not ready

i have almost learned to let go of the world

but then again

that is but my empirical self speaking

there are many other Ghosts i must give up

they do not haunt me much any more

for

i have become quite adept

with my delusions

i have almost mastered then

but still there is that gnawing

perhaps it is that “Still Small Voice”

whispering to me

about choices

we all wish for some sort respite from ourselves

to some degree

it would be nice to be a lamb i think

and follow the herd

but i heard something from within

that was of me, but not

i know i have not completely forgot

those words scribed upon many Altars

“in meam commemorationem”

“In Remembrance of Me”

in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt

(in the absence of light there is darkness

please see me

sic maxima cum admirationis
et corde pio veniam ad te
mihi quoque obsecro ut rmember

(so with the greatest of wonder

and a reverent heart i come unto thee,

and i pray that you remember me as well)

that i too one day will say to the world

i have stood my ground amongst you

indulged in your offerings

and have eaten from your table

and though i seemed to be full,

i have found no lasting pleasure

in your meals, for they were not

for the feeding of my soul,

but for the trial of my Sovereignty

and

veni, vidi, vici

12 January 2013 : william s. peters, sr

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a New Water

at my feet ran the river
which ran to the river
and thus in the garden
and communed with it’s Twin Sisters

There converged the Four Rivers
as spoken of
in ancient texts

and in my feeble stream of consciousness
i realized that i am mighty
and my parentage is that of the Ocean
of ALL Life

I too am the water which was stirred by the Spirit

and we all know
there ain’t no such thing
as New Water

© 12 January 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

http://youtu.be/LmXz9I0zI5w

forever . . .perhaps

it seemed to be a Sun-less Sky

and i asked why

as it greeted me in the morning

the dawning of this New Day

perhaps the Clouds

and the listless gray Skies

had something to teach me

to understand, i vie

i looked at my self

and considered my place

and faced aspects of me

i have forgotten

and clearly, clearly

my own clouds began to part

and the shroud was beginning to lift

as i sifted for my own Sun

there is much to be said

in this introspective headiness

when we circumspect

and inspect our “BE”ing-ness

oh what a mess

a tangled web we have weaved

as we deceived

the best of who we are

some things i had to let go

for they served no purpose

to my path

and my psychic load felt lighter

i no longer had to fight within

do battle with self

and i gave it to those gray skies

that they may carry them away

forever . . . perhaps

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let us sing praises

there i stood

my face turned up to the Heavens

eyes closed

absorbing the energy

of life

the mists of the light rain

was caressing my cheeks

my forehead

my lips

my consciousness

to awaken

while telling their stories

they had visited

many places

in the cycles of their lives

some the Black Sea

some the Rivers, Brooks and Streams

some the Azure Waters

across this wonderful world

some were at one time tears

that expelled the fears

of living

from many a soul

they told of the Brotherhood of the Clouds

and how they teasingly play together

during the Calms

during the Storms

to awaken our imaginations

forming shapes of wonder

for those who remember

that we are but still yet children

and as always

it is at these times

i can not help but smile

from my deepest recessed self

to the outer world

oh the glory of life

and the stories they told

and i listened

as they glistened upon my countenance

only to return

from whence they came

the all-ness of all things

let us sing praises

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Sunday, January 6, 2013

Our Gift

come . . .let us sit by the winter fire

and tell the stories of our heart

for there is a touch of spring in the air

i yet long for that everlasting time

where the wonder of new-ness

permeates the air

and kisses my longing hello

once again

yes, i can see her

dancing down the lane of my aspirations

adorned with smiles

pigtails

and a pink dress

spring my love

my first love

a very special time

is upon us once again

so let us sit by the fire

and revisit that which has been

but comes again

none too soon

but always on time

a touch of Spring

a very precious time

Our Gift

inspired by Gil Scott Heron : A Very Precious Time

http://youtu.be/lxiryzer5uo

a quiet repose

upon the leaves of the grass

there is a glistening wonder

sparkling

pretending to be life’s diamonds

and they are

for they give life

and they know “Who the Are”!

they come faithfully every morning

just at the Time

when God awakens the world

to show us once again

a magnificence

we did not fully grasp yesterday

and there shall be leftovers

for the ‘morrow

i sit here contemplating such a Gift

as they go about their duty

and i mine

writing of the faiths of creation

it is all about me

we the children have dogmatically held on

to our hope for a better tomorrow . . .

today

as we have done

every day of our lives

our hearts know this is possible

for we would not have believed so

if it were not

would we ?

i have smile

in the face of the morning Sun

for it gives me the light

that i may witness

this glory expressed

and i know

i too am seen

by the unseen

and that which is all things

in my heart a warmth resides

an i blossom once again

to embrace the day before me

with open eyes

and i do see

that i am truly blessed

for today

life is glistening in wonder

about me

within me

in the movement

in the stillness

in the noise

in the silence

a quiet repose

Saturday, January 5, 2013

oh Lorde

if i should die today

i pray that your name be upon my lips

as i cross over

into my wonderland,

the realm where thou dwells

in thy fullest regality

and sovereignty

i have seen Your face

in the splendor and glory

of life manifest

in all things

a test all men face

in this finite space

where our perspectives rule

for we are of the World

yet as are You

in all Worlds,

those we live in,

dream of

and those we have left behind

so are we

i have tasted the sweetness

the completeness

the repleteness

of your presence

within

and without

and without a doubt

i always knew you were here

with me

i have not always

seen my way clearly

to the path which i dearly dreamt of

that path of that ultimate love

i know belongs to you

to me

and i thank thee

for such a gift

we shall simply call “BE-ing”

i am seeing now

that there is a greater within me

begging to be set free

that i may shine

and lend my light

wherever i may

Yes Lorde,

grant my hearts desire

let me speak thy Name

and profess in the wilderness

for 40 Days by 40 days

into an eternity

that which has always been everlasting

i shall eat thy bread

while fasting from that

which is served to me

by the world of men

i shall sup from the cup

that Holy Chalice

made by thy Hands

and the mere vision of such things

inebriates me

beyond my understanding

for i am euphorically yours

Lorde, whisper to my Soul

that which i seek

and that is but to be in perfect awareness

that I Am as thou Art

for i am You

a creation of your edict

your dream

your Omniessence

for there is no fault in you

and thus my ‘i’

and let my once jaundiced eye see

with an absolute clarity

that which must be

and shall be

beyond the conceptualization of time

speak to me

thy Name

Oh Lorde

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Thursday, January 3, 2013

come my child

let me adorn thy dreams with wings

that you may remember

that you can fly

touch the world with you beauty

and make that call

from thy center

loudly

that thy Brothers and Sisters may hear

the Master has returned

we pour our spirits upon the Earth

for the time for Aquarius is upon us

She is awakening within us

a New Dawn

greet thy Sun which resides in thy center

and speak of Holy things

for Thou Art Holy

speak with that “Still Small Voice” . . . now

my child

it has been calling you for aeons

and has patiently awaited your response

let us dance with unbridled joy

in the spirit of the wonder

of our absence from the realm

where we once ruled

space and time

let us know that it is not

as we are naught but . . .

The “I AM” manifest

let smiles light up our cities

as we join hands in love

one to another

without inhibition nor restraint

come my child

your future is now

let that universal light

that twinkles in thy vision

thy eye

become the life

you have always knew it was

be the magic for common men

and show them their way

as you remove thy bushel

that all in this temporal room may see

come my child

there is no cost to eat here

the bread and honey and milk

have no price

let thy Soul delight itself in fatness

that it may bear a sweet fruit

that all . . . all . . . all

will learn to embrace their divinity again

awaken my child

and come

your presence is required here

come my child