Poetry: In Progress
by Liam
Is Progress alone enhancement?
Progress truly is only advancement.
So to enhance, is it equivalent to advance?
Progression takes us beyond the knowing to the knowledge
From the understanding to its skillful implementation
This progress is the way we grow
Enhancing, before advancing closer to the me
I’m striving to become wonderful
I’m progressing towards absolute
With you tangled in my braids.
Poetry: Reveal it
by Liam
Do we ever reach the end of what we could know?
When what, there is to know, is endless
What truly applies to who we are and could become implies finiteness
When, where and how awareness or consciousness dilates to accept the moment
Yes, we have been lied too, used, abused and disappointed
Those were neighbors, not guests which jolted the journey
Each a piercing stab at the recognition this life
Creates the requirements we are called to transform
Permeate this intrinsic experience with a vibrant vision of an energetic unity
Not unaffected by life but emotionally liberated from being it’s victim
Free in the joyous recognition that
Home is where the heart flies
The love is where the home lies
Reveal it.
Poetry: Dreams
by Liam
Take your dreams each a chapter true
Each unique to open in the story book of you
Upon the playing field of this dear life
Patience, allow time, enjoy the spice
Allow, all the magic mana falling from this grace
For in a moment of serendipity
We understand the context and the omega
Don’t ask why or how , laugh with the idiosyncrasies
Tomorrow’s mystery awakens in me now
I calling say, “Today, let this vision be the way to create anew, the me I’m dreaming of.”
Poetry: Skylark
by Liam
Your wind sweeps past and through me
Lifting my skylark wings till they embrace the blue
White clouds we ask, laugh and why?
My 1000 questions
Leave me with Gods glance to
Support the proofs that cannot hinder nor define
Caught in the reflection of heavens glass
This Ruby red will pass my lips to find
Answers deep golden nuggets imbedded within the bedrock of my soul
Quietly awaiting the wind
Patiently awaiting the wisdom.
Poetry: I meets U
by Liam
Beyond the halls, the walls & wisdom of my knowledge
The magnificent mystery of the world rotates
Indeed we learn this we understand that
Individually, what I truly know is but a infinitesimal fragment
Let me recognize
Let me enter into the vast mystery of myself
Let me unite my recognition of how universally unknown
The I
I am is
Now the mystery meets the magic in the moment
Each in awe of awakening
Each in recognition of how amazing life
Is
Poetry: If
by Liam
If you want laughter, accept these smiles
If you want friendship, enjoy the while
If you want the moon, feel the night
If you want the stars, open up to the light
If you want the rose, thorns too will create pain
If you want love, be true to yourself gain
If you want the moment, leave the past before
If you want the self, look only to a cosmic door
If you want Grace, step into the inner space
If you want peace, be with Gods grace
Poetry: Trumpet
by Liam
Taking the trumpet of life
Blowing notes with high joy
Gods music reveals needs into each one
At times passion, sometimes pain
Will ring out across this life
Look find your harmony
Look, feel your rhythm
Remember, reminding myself of whose lips
Grace this melody of me
Of whose miracle is playing the instrument
You see.
Poetry: Quest
by Liam
As words begin the dancing
A spinning in my mind
There comes a leap of magic light
Words come tumbling out to find what’s right
They fill these lines, now to be read
With all the manna mystery falling gently upon my head
There, up on the threshold
The window open wide
A pirouette within my chest
Arms outstretched begins the quest
To find a home where these words will rest
So sing my friends, my partners of this you feel and know
Poems are but words alive
Alone you, make them real
Alone you, make them grow.
Poetry: Time
by Liam
Ripples follow the waves to shore
Pebbles roll in the crash and roar
Our seconds, your minutes, all days till life’s done
March forward forever this time conundrum
A babe be born, life’s time to defend
To wear loves crown seems to condescend
Quickened life laughs, will still stumble and fall
Time which gave, again takes all
The flush of youth, passions high felt cry
The old mans stick, beauty too will die
The bolt of light from whence we came
The funeral pyre as we return again
Cruel the hand which swings the scythe
Let hope live on in my rhythm alive.
Poetry: Blue
by Liam
A tree its such a grandiose thing,
Swaying in the wind
The leaves of green they dance and sing
This movement of a living thing
So huge, so vast so symphonicly
Subtle, sound rustles from its wing
Fly too, indeed it might with those clouds
White, skidding across my view
High up it’s leafy fingers grasp the shredded
Blue, I wonder lying on my back
Just, what is what and who is who
Tree Sky Cloud Me Blue
