Particular Moments

More Stars than There are

Tag: writing

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.
 

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.

A Dog Who Smells Like Fish

There’s a Joyous Dog next to me —

She smells like Fish
And the scent of Fresh Soil
After a good, long
Rainy Day.

Every paw-step she takes,
A rich breeze of Life
Follows;

She likes to Chase,
And she likes to eat,
With a crazed gobbling,
That is.

Somehow,
I sense that
She is more Alive
Than the likes of me.