Foundation.
Based on a simple question.
What form does paradise take?
Is it simply when one doesn't suffer the mental confusion between unconscious, and conscious desires?
Such as finding love, friendship, material or spiritual wealth, etc. Etc.
Paradisus (L)
Consciousness and Unconsciousness
Rests and bows in peace
As tranquility flows
Through the good heart's
Altarpiece
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Copyright John Duffy
Paradisus translated:
Paradise.
Remember me
Your beloved mother
In the low hours
Whenever you are feeling weak
And have lowered
Your powerful barriers
For it's then I can only be truly seen
Remember me
As that tsunami of furious fire
That once reenergized you
In dark years
When you were alone and tired
To be wholly free
Remember me
By looking at my picture
Of us together
Your now favourite
Black and white one
I sent you
As my holy scripture
That you'll only need
Remember me when you too are old
Standing brightly as the early morning sun
In the darkness of old age
Even though your beloved memories are getting cold
Before God turns your page
So you can fade away
To join me
As the hours and seconds
Run away
Remember me
So I may stay
In some strange spiritual way
To give you comfort
Until you too are recalled
To float away
Someday
Remember me
My poetic love
So I can come to you
In dreams
Walking down to find you
Through the ethereal blue rivers and green
Underground streams
To reach you to swim
Together
Reunited
In the Holy Sea
Until the early morning sunrise
Remember me
As your true spiritual devotion
Who you met in physical flesh
As one
Who wrote down
In a pre-life road map
With a spirit guide
In another
Far away nation
“I want to meet someone so extraordinary
A child of mine
Someone so special to be a member of my own tribe
Who will show me such poetic wonders”
“That my heart will open up its velvety doors and ask to be possessed as it pleads to confess
Before I once more walk
In those heavenly tides
Of the Holy Sea”
And then I suddenly met you at birth
Mesmerised
By all I could see
So that's why I pray
For you
Each night
So you'll remember me
As I wait here
Walking barefoot and alone
In the swirling tides
Of The Holy Sea
Waiting
for the one to love me again
I once wrote down before I was born
The only one I'll ever need
Just remember me
It's why I left this letter in my will
For you
My beloved to read
Just remember me
Your beloved mother
Who loves you like no other
(C)
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(A regal female voice whispers to eager faces)
“Try love”
Said the Queen to her Pawns
As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns
“Before the Sun fades
Or goes away
Open up your souls and see where it goes
Just try love once
Even if it fails”
Said the Queen to her Pawns
As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns
"For,
From as far as Babylon of Old
To Istanbul
Standing still in the Cold
All my old pieces have tried love once
Before they were took
By Death's cruel hook
To stand away forever
From my black and white lawns
Lost in the shadows
As the stars fade, when the moon comes out
Praying in straight, black and white lines
For a second chance
At a new dawn
So try love once,
My beloved Pawns
Even if it fails
Take a chance
Before you're removed
From my black and white lawns
Just try love once,
My beloved Pawns
(C)
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Press play.
(A lone voice whispers)
In this life
What you choose to let others feel
By practicing these three key major principles linked to love
Care
Understanding and
gratitude
Can be the difference between appearing fake with a pious platitude
Or being real
Don't let indifference steal what could help you
Or someone else heal
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
“Let all that you do be done in love.” — 1 Corinthians 16:14
A spectacular quote if one praises the lid off
Love doesn't always relate to romance, but can reflect similar attributes.
Such as care, understanding, and gratitude.
1. Care.
Sometimes, doing something for someone or an institution because we choose to.
And
2. Understand
By doing so: we are possibly helping them and more so,
We can embrace
3. Gratitude
Because we like the sensations we receive silently, by sharing our light. Through inward acknowledgment.
Wouldn't a mindset like that help one to ascend?
(A "pious platitude" refers to insincere or empty talk about religion or morals, often used to appear virtuous or moral without genuine conviction. Source. Google)
(A lone voice whispers)
If only they, today, embrace this whole poem
Just like the Seal once broken long ago in Golgotha
We all have a way home if we realize as a society
That old control is over, and we all have the chance to follow the old words
Once given to Noah
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And from each human being, too, I will demand an accounting for the life of another human being.
Whoever sheds human blood,
by humans shall their blood be shed;
for in the image of God
has God made mankind.
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Validation
(A lone voice whispers)
Are there two types of characters in this world
To be seen
Ranging through love
To business, and everything else in-between
Those who do take risks, and those who hate taking chances, and making mistakes
Which one are you?
A.
A risk-taker
Or
B.
An idolater of stepping on the brakes
For sometimes,
Is it better to have known something
Briefly
That might have had real potential, to be truly special
Or would you rather linger lost
Forever
Taunted
By self-doubts, many whispering, red devils
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Foundation.
Would you rather be haunted by self-doubts, about taking chances?
With introspection?
Like an idolater who worships, stepping on the brakes?
Or are you courageous enough to take chances, and risk all, on something special.
With a high chance of making mistakes?
To never be lost, forever taunted
By self-doubts, many whispering red devils
Who'll appear right out of the minds, many gates?
(If you're reading this far, you must be a type A.
You have my Validation of being a risk-taker.
Hit like if you are. Salute)
(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)
So my old record plays
As the early morning mists slowly
Drift in
And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin
The politicians
Government's
People
Lovers and haters
Oh, how the air is rich
With such irreducible tension
As they all wander around with delicious apprehension
Gossipping
Feeling self important and all the while never knowing
They've been all bewitched
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Foundation.
With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.
Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill
Between two immortal powers?
Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?
(A lone voice whispers)
Dare you name them, or are they just fleeting memories or impressions?
For muses come in many forms, and this relates to all those emotional tributaries.
You consciously or unconsciously carry.
In mental interdimensional abstracts
Which waits patiently to flow rapidly, only to make you perspire when you dream.
From fear, love, and all things broken, in-between
Do they all stand knee-deep, huddled together in small circles
In quiet conversations
Until you dream?
Then agree which one will enter your mind-eyes, fast-flowing streams.
To interact, maybe inspire and be seen?
And recount whatever was said and shown, within that small conversational, huddled circles
As they all gathered together for the days grand rehearsal
Before greeting you at night
In the deep recesses of your mind
As so many others watch
Viewers forever with you
Living in The Black and White Lodge
Waiting for their turn to cross over
From their own compartmentalized tombs
To be the new muse
Standing with you
In silence
Waiting for interaction
Within your Amygdala's darkened red rooms
(C)
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Have you fallen into the oldest of traps, before?
(A lone voice whispers)
Be Illuminated.
Don't be like the many and fall into a readers' mindset, and believe everything you read is true.
Be sophisticated and ingenious.
And when reading poetry, be conveniently adventurous.
Don't always think it personally relates to the author:
For that trap is the oldest of the old.
Going back to poetry's first beginnings.
Poets do sometimes relate their stories to be told, but generally, perhaps:
They're just creating secret escapes.
Imagery, emotions and landscapes, for those seeking shelter.
From the cold, unforgiving, light of living.
(C)
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