Frankie

I have a dog named Frankie
He is a wiener dog
His coat is brown and silky
His legs are stalky husks
Like rotten toes his breath does smell
But Daddy’s toothbrush cleaned that up
And now my Frankie’s breath is sweet
But daddies breath smells just like feet!

~~ I wrote this poem for my daughter years ago when she was a little girl and we would read it and laugh and laugh! Oh, The Joy! ❤

Vision

I’m already there, in that place I’ve envisioned, sipping tea
whilst waiting restfully for my restless self to arrive.

Thank you, Sammi! That was fun!

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/04/24/weekend-writing-prompt-206-restless/

The Second Coming

I came to the wide and open space of darkness
Which for a millennia I had feared
Touted as a place of death and destruction
Very few ever even neared
And it’s true I died there in that place
So many ways in which my ego seared
A hot and burnin hell consumed my creation
‘Till underneath the god in Me appeared
For all beliefs that hid Me from this Knowing
That dusty casement of illusion disappeared
And shining there in all My reigning glory
I saw that All was One to be revered

The Healing

The cloud enveloped me
A milky white encasement
Drawing out the darkness
In swirls the shadows withdrew
Dissipating into the outer body
My essence embraced those sorrows
The immeasurable fertility of pain
Supercharged my Being
As the body succumbed to the healing
A wave of white energy covered All

The Power of Your Words

Your words hold All your Power
And yet you don’t trust them
You keep your spells harnessed
And restrained thinking they can harm you
When in reality they are your freedom
They cause the road before you to bend
And they move mountains from your path
But you have been taught that the harshness
With which you sometimes speak is an evil
And that unkindness is a sin
But those with the softest sugary ways
Are often times the most maleficent
They subdue you with properties they do not posses
And convince you to shed your armor
While they hide themselves from your view
But look closely and you will see behind their veil
Try and pick the fruit and you will find the tree is bare
The only true prayer is this ~ show them Who they Are
All else is a self serving request for personal salvation
The One who knows this needs no saving
The One who sees God within, sees God in All
And the words of that One never return void

Isaiah 55:11
so shall My word be that goeth forth out of My mouth: It shall not return unto Me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

Letting go

When the wheel of karma changes direction
The great equalization will occur
Time will once again bend in my favor
And all my heavy loathings will be released

~~ Letting go is an illusion held together by the thread of denial.
Only the cosmic balance of karma has the power to set you free.