Poetry: Who is the Author?
by Liam
Life is a pen in hand
Writing me across the pages of today
Giving me the opportunity to question
Not only the author but also the plot
The moments of recognition and inspiration
Where my context is set against my content
Should I laugh or cry?
Should I live or die?
Rough the winds which blow my way
Or could I ride the gusts
Which thrust against me, stay
In quiet peace
A place to write the script
With which to create the way.
Poetry: Beauty
by Liam
Always succumb to the power of your beauty
It will lift your insights
From the mundane to the multiplicity of experience
Take you from the simple to the ecstatic
Beauty is inherent
Beauty is intrinsic
Beauty is ingrained
Pulsing willfully just beneath the thin skin of your awakening
Poetry: Of no Matter
by Liam
My eloquence is of no matter
Words, letters, poetry will come green in spring,
Will sing, then fall again from the tree
What’s in you matters, not in these
Scratches which quaver wet across a page
It’s in thee, which these words profound have found
Awaken the experience of universality
Cloak this gratitude fain about thee
For it will feed thy life
You create, free the humble day from strife.
Poetry: Thoughts
by Liam
“Have I considered the Intention of life?”
Despair had drained me
Doubt had numbed me
Fear had paralyzed me
Insensitivity became my status quo
Lost I then found
Intentionality became my new paradigm
Gnawing on the tattered fringes of my awakening
Intention whispered “ Love me!”
The seed pod bursts into life
The shell splits apart for the chick
The light shines forth through the cracks
The dearth of my past
Became the plentitude of my present
Through the intention love gives to life.
Poetry: The Scribe
by Liam
Take you, this feathered pen
To the black liquid ink
Think,
Hold quiet your soliloquy
For the lines you here create
Form words which manifest the mystical
Capture thoughts which personify the unimaginable
With Love what more,
Fulfills my need to write, in symmetry
Scribe this poetry.
Inspirational Poetry: My Mind
by Liam
I often go a wandering
To that distant place in me
Some days it’s golden fields
It’s the growing corn I see
A far, a distant vista
Of an ocean blue and wide
Days of carefree childhood, of family, of pride
Youth, when Love first kissed my lips
With tumble touch and fun
Independent adult, responsibilities my calling to come
I often go a wandering to this distant place in me
Yet, it’s much much more than memory
Create the vision that you see
Awareness flows to energy
This brain is but an organ
Intensely healing and benign
With it we can enter into cosmic mind
I often go a wandering to this distant place in me
Unite with this inner-universe
The same one found with thee
Imagination in the matrix field
Here creations wish is free
It’s pure, it’s this
Infinity eternity
The mind in me.
Poetry: Edge of the World
by Liam
At the very edge of the world
Amongst stars and oceans
We unexpectedly met
So I asked, “Who are you?”
The answer was profound, “ I am the design of this all!”
Again I pondered asking, “Who am I?“
The reply was badass, „ You are the desire of this Design!“
Laughing I leapt
into the void
Feeling the cosmos in ecstatic motion.
Poetry: Each
by Liam
Each, will one day
leave on their journey
Asking questions,
Then finding the answers
The stillness of the road bears, witness to those secrets revealed
Avoid advice from those still sitting on the fence
That pain of waiting is an answer unto itself
Let your passion be a compass
For Love will manifest as you move toward it
Bubbling up as pure nectar from the fountain
Flowing unceasingly from the heart
Just start.
Poem : Utterance
Written by Liam
I found the words then smiled
For behind the idea of your talk
Is the reason for your utterance
It’s here we met
Within this space
Without this silence
It’s been ours together always
Even though, we only have just met
What we experienced was much much
More than the sum of our individual thoughts
More than the collective of our individuality
True universality.
Poetry: The Creator
by Liam
The truth subtle and vast
Whispers why
We become what we love
Filling our lives with health, happiness and hope
Inside, the heart light shines bright
For us, each and all
Showing the way home
To a fountainhead from which we may sip
Celebrating the creator we have become.
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