Particular Moments

More Stars than There are

Tag: poems

A Call To Champions

Sun Will Shine

Broken Hearts are not forgotten, not in this Operation. Karmic justice is swift on those who hurt the defenseless.

Sacred Heart

The Golden Jubilee

Let go of your scarcity complex; the Tree of Life holds enough for everyone to enjoy, to share, and much more. Raise up and reach for the hanging Goodness. Don’t get obsessed looking down at the dirt—I’m not a financial advisor, but it’s high time to look into investing, if you haven’t (look into Ripple, Stellar Lumens, and XinFin, and how they tie into the ISO20022 new online banking protocols to soon sweep across the entire globe. Put some spare cash into these things and wait for a year or two—abundance awaits). Photography credit goes to Clay Banks, find his work on Unsplash 🙂

YOUR PASSIVE EXISTENCE

A simple reminder — let your actions be guided by absolute intention. Have you forgotten your Purpose?

She Loves Like An Elf

— Feb. 2021, Heres Pang.

 

Must We?

Had a little fun with open source photography — stunning and tranquil image credited to “duckman1992” on Unsplash 🙂

 

A walk and a song, before dawn

Every so often, you may find that
The humans, in their various manifestations
Of desires, vulnerabilities, shortcomings, and even
Hopefulness and Beauty ---

Are simply far
Too Heavy ---

You immerse in it, daily,
Like wading, knee-high, in an air
Filled by Molasses.

But every so rarely, you may discover
Creature companions of sorts, 
Whose dimensions only spare them
Very plain needs:

To eat, to drink, and if ever so lucky,
To wander and play, 
Mindlessly ---
Free from Love and Grief,
Free, in the absence of time,
Nowhere, and Everywhere.
 

Quest of the 144 Star Clusters

17, 17, 17
Everywhere - the air has become Charged.

Could We now go back
to Sleep, this death row slumber,
of slow but certain
downward demise ---

Is it possible
to now close your Heavy
Shell-shocked Eyes,

Once We've been Called
to Awaken and Rise, and
to Cast Thy Net
to The Right?

Have the Brave
Engaged themselves, for Our Sake,
In the most Pivotal Conflict
of the Times...?

This War that spans
Across Space and Time;
that Decides the Fate of Man ---

Which Path shall Our Children
Set sails on,
Enslavement, Chaos, or
A picturesque episode
of Blossoming Peace?

And Who are the Enemies?
Inter-dimensional demons...?
Hahah - Surely they were
Tough to Beat.

(Have you had Visions,
Seen the Foul Smelling
beasts...crawling Beneath
the deceivingly vacant Deserts?

Have you...had your hands bound
as you witnessed the raping
and devouring of your Kin
Under the the blackened sun...?!)

Having survived the gory
Eclipse,
Where is Your Righteous Anger?

Shall We be Valiant
In Memory and Honor
of the Good, the Exploited, and the Fallen?

Shall We take on the Sword
of Vengeance,
After We've mourned
The Innocence destroyed,

White Flowers Inflamed,
Ravished?

.
.
.

Fellow Men and Women,
The Prophesied Age of Aquarius
hath Dawned Upon Us
All,

After having been maliciously
Denied
So many times (dark hands).

The Warriors of the Past
Who risked Everything to
Usher New Earth forward ---
1860, 1960, once more 2000 ---
Are they now smiling,

Now that We draw nearer to victory
This Time, Once for All?

No more resurrections
to the vile. Hydra's head
Severed, cut down
Under Cyrus' Command.

Brace Thyself.
Normalcy as We knew it
Gone out the window,
Everything up shall be Revealed
to be down;

Hidden Treasures are to Sprout.
Fact shall be overturned by Truth
Logic is to be rectified by Love.

Open your Mind and Souls ---

Do you see
The Fountain holding
The Water of Life
Rising, soon to burst,
Freely?

 
 
 

Shall We Become Like Flies?

Have you been Alarmed
By the specks
of Tragic Truth
That have peered through
The Fog of terror and anxiety
In this Year of years,
2020?

“They are dropping like flies.”

Who are these unfortunate Souls,
Who let go of their Names,
Their Friends and Families—

Their Loved ones,
and Exchanged
Their Significance and Purpose

For an irreversible membership
In the Nameless Club
of Decaying flies?

Who are you?
You Individuals now turned
Empty seats?

You, The Hole
In our Hearts?

If God Willing,
You are still here,
Help Us, if you cannot help
Yourself —

Help Us,
So we shall not shed
More Tears,

So we aren’t further
Sobered and Yellowed
by your Departure.

There’s plenty o’ Pain
Here,
We’re sure —

But it’s still bearable
and Beautiful
With You Still Here.