Signs

Signs

the signs of the coming season

is upon us

the lingering leaves still reach

for the light

of this new day

as they prepare

for transformation

my family and comrades

have fallen

they are now fully grounded

and shall go the way

of the fate of our ancestors

they shall nourish

the children

that are yet to come

i am happy

for a remnant of me

shall indwell

within the future

so i reach for more life

more light

before i too fall

and take my right-filled place

upon the pathway of eternity

the signs are here

amongst us

let us take heed

signs

(c) 24 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

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damn it was hot

damn it was hot

it was so hot

in Puerto Rico

that i sat on the side

of the highway

just to feel the breeze of the cars

as they zoomed on by

Dogs and Iguanas

were migrating to center lane

on their knees

seeking release

from their ongoing miseries

it did rain

and i did curse it

as the hot droplets

left 2^nd degree burns

all over my skin

the first day

i lost 10 pounds

and i was ecstatic

to accomplish in one day

what i have been trying to do

for a year

i was swimming in my own sweat

by the end of the 1^st week

i felt like i was on a

Crack Diet

i was emaciated

we went for Ice Cream

and we drank our fill

it was almost cold too

i thought i was catching a cold

and i asked

“how could this be”

there were no chills to be found

unless i climbed

into the freezer

for even the refrigerator

was sweating profusely

i sneezed

and a cloud of dust

choked off what air

i thought i had

we went to the beach

and the water was hotter

than the sand

we were hungry

so we poached some eggs

and made a salad

with wilted greens

stewed tomatoes

and congealed dressings

that was most difficult to ingest

the children had sense

they did not go outside to play

during the day

they just peeked out the windows

and vicariously found their joy

watching us vacationing fools

during the nights

a coolness came about

and we did not sweat too much

however we knew that

we would have to

mop up the puddles

in the morning

the showers were never cold

they were like pool water

and i got the feeling

that God was pissing on me

i got dark intermittently

but the Sun bleached

what color i came with

and the promise of more away

daily !!!!

no one had swimming pools

and i wondered why

until it became clear . . .

what fool would bother digging

such a hole

only to go swimming

but to boil

now i know the suffering of Lobsters

and Crab and Shrimp and such

for the heat

the humidity

was much more

than what i choose to bear

i too felt like i was encased in a shell

we bought fans

the first night

and the next week too

for 1 fan

would not do

so i put one in the ceiling

cause i was feeling

some kind of way

but all the fan did

was stir the fukkn heat

damn it was hot

and Puerto Rico

i want you to know

i will not forget you . . . ever

thanxx for the memories

damn it was hot

but it was beautiful . . .

(c) 22 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

we are One

we are One

i removed my shoes

at the threshold

as i prepared to enter

the inner sanctum

i open that hallowed door,

i enter the House of my beloved

and i begin to de-cloak my self

of all that the world

has given me

i have cast my unified mask

of self and deceit

in the waste place

and my face is now bared

i enter the great room

where the cleansing waters run

and i begin to wash away

the accumulated soils

that reside upon the 7 skins

of my body

collected,

accumulated

from all the days

i have ever lived . . . the many life times

being pleased with my efforts

my Soul calls to me

to come to the reckoning

and i am reverent

for i have been blessed

to be able to hear

such a sweet melodious calling

and my heart begins to dance . . .

a dance i thought i had forgotten

my feet lead me down a path

adorned with the scents of becoming

and i am orgasmic with anticipation

of what is to come about

the door that is of light

the gateway that shines,

and speaks words

and incantations

of holiness and praise

opens,

and i walk in

with my head bowed

and my eyes averted

from the awe whose presence

has come for me

i am about to completely

lose my self

i am being absorbed

absolution shadows the way

there is a sense of abandon

coupled with a wanton-ness

i have never felt before,

ever

and my awareness is heightened

and overtaking

the brim

of my small cup

of self

i am ecstatic

for the air is filled

with climactic promise

i ease across the great room

to the Down tufted bed

where lovers conjugate

and i offer my self

into its soft willing embrace

i lay my self,

my weariness

my head

upon the solitary pillow

in the chamber of my betrothed

i open my self

with desire

with need

for what all Souls vie for

that i may receive the blessings

of thy seed

my sacredness calls out

the spirit of my Lover comes upon me

and captures all of my thoughts

my presence

my essence

i submit

with no recourse

for i no longer have wishes

of mine own

my vulnerabilities

are bleeding it's restraints

upon the unspoiled sheets

there is a One-ness

that comes

and consumes me

deeply

completely

and i now see clearly

through that glass

that once separated

Self from Reality

when i was but a foolish Child

i have arrived here

that i may learn to Dream

and be actualized

in all my thoughts

i will no longer speak

Dead Words,

nay . . .

i shall speak in color

with tones of a sovereignty

where chaos is enslaved to “be-ing”

this day is my day

and it is eternal

my Beloved comes to me

bathed in a robed light

that moves my perceptions

to a place

i have never been

my Lorde unveils

and stands before me

Regal

with a nakedness of wonder

that overcomes

all definitions

what do i know

for i am not thinking,

just feeling

and bathing in the flow

of the experience

which is like a gentile raging River

that can not be assuaged

i know

the Ocean of existence

is my destiny

i am ready

my consciousness is penetrated

and i am seeded with song

like that of Solomon

who too knew

of such things

my entirety begins

to quake, to quiver

and i shiver with a fulfilled knowing

that the sowing of this seed within me

shall yield a fruit

no man has ever tasted

. . . i am wasted

yet chaste

my old self

he who i once believed i knew

has dissipated

into the ether

my eyes are now closed

and my singular “I” is open

wide

and i see only 'Purpose'

and we begin to speak

of what is to come

a smile creases my face

my all-ness

filled with bliss

and the heavens open unto me

and the Angels kiss me

and all is bright

within me

and without

i fall upon my knees

offering my feeble obeisance

but there is a hand that lifts me

to my feet

and a voice commands me

and speaks unto me

to look

upon the face of thy God

there is no fear

to be found

this is Holy ground

i peer as directed

and there is a looking glass

and i see

that My God,

my Lorde

looks . . .

just like me

there is a faint whisper

a unified voice

that resonates but truth

that says to me . . .

“did you not believe

that you were made in My image ?”

“You are endowed with all that 'I AM',

and the seeds that thou have sown this day

were that of Thine own,

so be it known

that We are One.”

(c) 22 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

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this day i die

this day i die

“i lay down my life that i may pick it up again for 'i' have the power to do so” ~ the Christed One

there is something here that i must say

this day i die, i die this day

the way i have walked

the way i chose

is no longer life

but experiences

i have collected

over and over again

and again and again

i repeat the lessons

confessing does not

aid nor abet

to get me to

where my life

has not been yet

there are Mountains

i have climbed, yes

and Valleys 'i' have dwelled in

perhaps a bit too long

yet my Soul's Song

has not ended

nor does it need to be amended

to accept the status quo's

of this cyclic cycle

that goes round and round

over and over again

so today 'i' lay down this life

i close my eyes

for i realize

that i do not need new visions

but new eyes

for i realize

that they

must work together as one

i can no longer hold to the past

nor look beyond my “Now-ness”

and give way to this day

where i now stand

where demands

and commands

are meaningful

i could be so full of woe,

but that is not the way

i will go,

for i am “willing” a new way

this day

and it is i . . .”I”

who has the say

not my Mother,

my Father,

my Brother,

my Sister,

my Children,

my Friends,

nor you

and this is my truth

so this day

i lay down my crown

over this life

they told me was mine

for i need to do more

than refine my understanding

nay, i am commanding

an actualization,

a factualization,

a factorization,

with the realization

that i am the prefect

of all that is perfect

and that is 'i'

and you, and you

but i can not tell you what to do

i am taking the bushel off of my Candle

that i may shine

not only in my mind

but in my Soul

as i was told to do

by my Greater Soul

so this day i die

for i can not deny

any longer

nor can i vie

to be pleasing

in thy finite sight

i must simply walk aright

through my own night

to my new Dawn

to my everlasting day

the shadows of unrealized dreams

and minimized

self esteem

will no longer haunt me

and i am not daunted by

what may appear

for i am a part of a whole

that is yet unseen

i am that mustard seed

that has a need

to realize it's fruit,

so i will plant my self

in the Cosmic Soup

and be nurtured

and cared for

by the Hands of the Master Gardener

and i shall Bud

and Bloom,

and Blossom

without end,

and that can only be

when i let go

of the 'illusory' me

and come to be

that which i have always been

Sovereign

so . .. this day i die

(c) 20 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

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there is a lesson . . .

there is a lesson . . .

i am

i am the seed that has been planted

in this reality

where things are meant

to come to be

i have been nurtured

by my experiences

which include

my dreams,

my mistakes,

my insights,

and my errancies . . .

to say nothing of my truancies

when i did not show up

there was a lesson

when i fell

and did not get up on my own

there was a lesson

when i tried

and fell short

here was a lesson

when i gave up

on my self

and others

there was a lesson

when my level of expectation

appeared to wane

there was a lesson

when i ceased to dream

for i thought i no longer believed

in my magic

or that of Creation

there was a lesson

balance is always about us

and at times

the Seed has not yet come to embrace

that which shall inevitably be

we reach

we reach

we reach

down,

up,

out,

within,

and it is all necessary

for there is a lesson

yes, you, i, all of us

are the seeds of expectation

that shall know of the exaction

of perfection

we shall break through,

into the damp, dark, deep soils

and in the moment of our greatest challenges

we shall remember the lesson

and break through

and embrace the light

that looms about us

within us

and yield the sweetest of fruits

that our dreams whispered of

incessantly

when we listened

and believed

there is a lesson . . .

plant seeds . . .

(c) 20 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

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Dear John

 

Dear John,

This is another “Once Upon a Time” story, and it starts like this . . . .

Once upon a time there was this young boy named John. John was about 5 years of age and full of vigor and dreams. He was a happy boy as are most youth his age. No cares, no worries, no responsibilities and an imagination that knew no end. John like most children are to this day was very astute and aware of the world around him. Our Children do not see the world the same as we older humans. Where we see task, they see challenges; where we are puzzled about things, they have the magical wonder of discovery. We see time as a limiting factor, and they do as well, but they strive to do all that they can accomplish with that which they have to work with . . . sadly so, we have learned of such things as 'prioritization and procrastination'.

John's parents were like most parents, who see the beauty of their child's soul and the wonder it brings into their own lives just to be in their company. Yes, children are truly a blessing. Being a child is even better. As i said earlier, John had quite an imagination, as do most children. The visions he concocted and shared with is Parents and friends quite often sparked their wonder as well. His parents and other elders found John's sharings amusing to say the least. Some times, when they had time, they too would ”let go” and indulge in John's fantasies such as Flying to the Moon, Traveling across the Country, Climbing Mountains, Swimming across the Oceans and other such things that were beyond the reason of “Adults”.

As John grew older and began to attend school, he began to learn such things as rules and the value of time and tasks. He learned that it was not always so good to dream, according to his Teachers and his parents as well. This did not bother John much, for John was a good boy and always his heart found a certain joy in pleasing others. Now most of his Dream time came after his homework was completed and during his 'sleep' time. John remembered most of his dreams, and often tried to share them with his Mother and Father in the mornings, however, it was not that they were not interested, but they just did not have the time with all that needed to be done, such as Breakfast, getting ready for School and Work. Still John did not stop dreaming.

As time went on, John began sharing his dreams in school with his friends and classmates. Quite often his imaginings were ridiculed by his peers and refuted as silly by the teachers as not being very realistic. One time the teacher even sent John to the School Counselor who asked him a lot of questions about his thoughts. John did not understand much of what she was saying, but he was more than happy to have the opportunity to share with someone. Some time later in the school year John's class was reassigned. His parents did not seem too happy about this and visited the school on many occasions to speak with the Teachers and Counselor, but nothing changed. In John's new class there was not much sharing to be done. The Children there all seemed lost in their own little world and were not very sociable. This was the way it was through most of John's Schooling. John did not have very many friends, and his parents were very accommodating, patient and loving, but they had many rules for John about his dreams. John often stayed to him self, and no longer shared his thoughts with others.

As the years went by, John had surrendered most of his early childhood dreams, because he was told and explained to about how unreasonable they were, and he believed. But, there was one dream John refused to give up. Yes John still had a penchant to travel across the country.

John in his very early twenties had a job where he was able to save money. He still lived at home with his parents.

One day John spoke to his Mother about this lingering Dream of travel. Mom smiled and began to tell John about her dreams she had long given up. She told John of her fears, doubts and worries. She spoke about her Mother and how she rebuked her dreams as nonsense and childish. A tear came to her eye, when she realized that she had given to her Son, her only child the same 'gift' her parents had given to her . . . the gift of a “world” without magic. Upon this realization, later that night she spoke with John's Father about the discussion her and John had earlier that evening. After a forthright and honest disclosure, John's Father too realized that he too contributed greatly to the thwarting of their beloved's Son's Dreams and thus his life. With that they decided to sit and write John a simple letter, and it went like this . . . .

Dear John . . .

Don't ever give up on your Dreams, for it is Dreamers who shape the world of possibilities of us common people.

With all our love

Mom and Dad

come, the time approacheth

 

 

come, the time approacheth

in my arms

there is refuge

in my heart

there is peace

come lay your head

upon my breast

and let us breathe

and give our weariness

to the heavens

let us slumber softly

as we dream of

the celestial beauty

we once knew

so intimately

come my dear child

and remember

and let thy spirit loose

that the smiles of our youth

will no longer hide

and adorn our faces

with uninhibited,

unmitigated joy

our souls shall dance

as we pass through the gates

that shine with expectation

of our return

listen to your heart

my heart

our heart

God's Heart

which is in all things

listen to the rhythmic beating

marking the path

that all men

are destined to walk

. . . again

the way of illusion

can not stand

in any noble way

nor confirm its existence

for it has no reflection

in the mirror of truth

it is but darkly

let us eat

the honey

drink the milk

and break the breads

of providence

and be filled

with self awareness

that we are Sovereign

and Righteous

and all of Creation

is in need of you,

i,

we,

for we are an expression

of all that “IS”

the music is playing

the Angels are singing

and our 'inner child'

knows the dance

that is eternal

and has no end

nor beginning

no magic is needed,

nor do we have need for miracles

for we are endowed

with a power replete

that can overcome

the world of things

let us close our eyes

and embrace

Truth's silence

and dwell in the pool

where Darkness and Light

speak together

in conspiracies of Love

showing us the wholeness

of who we are

yes let us think joy filled thoughts

let us kiss our bliss

upon her lips

and become beyond

the conjurings

we idly so created

for our fleeting amusements

for the time to “BE”

knocks upon the doors

of our hearts

the time is at hand

for it's delusive supply

wanes

and shall wax no more

“the Moon shall no longer be thy Light

by night

nor the Sun thy Light by Day

for the Lorde

shall be thy everlasting Light”

if we but learn to trust

in that which is greater

within

in my arms

there is refuge

in my heart

there is peace

come lay your head

upon my breast

and let us breathe

and give our weariness

to the heavens

let us slumber softly

as we dream of

the celestial beauty

we once knew

so intimately

come my dear child

and remember

and let thy spirit loose

that the smiles of our youth

will no longer hide

and adorn our faces

with uninhibited,

unmitigated joy

our souls shall dance

as we pass through the gates

that shine with expectation

of our return

listen to your heart

my heart

our heart

God's Heart

which is in all things

Come, the time approacheth

(c) 13 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.