OUR ESSENCE - Honey Judith Rubin

The Essence is all that is unique
It's Names are our descriptors,
and all our titled beings
with their platitudes and plans
are but the shell of a seed
to be transformed
as life
gives birth
again

RESURRECTION OF THE PRINCE WITHIN

And when the prince has toured the world 
In search of the glory that he had lost,
Led astray by the illusions of his ego,
He comes to the threshold of reality
Always and ever waiting for his knock.

And when the prince abandons his ego,
And in humility accepts his fallacies,
He unburdens his mind of its illusions
And open in him a room for revelation
Of that which has hitherto been in him.

And thus in humbling of the little self,
The prince is exalted to higher realms,
Where he shall unite in identification,
With the true self and essence he truly is,
Always have been and always will be.

Oliver Mbamara © 2003
MORE POEMS BY OLIVER MBAMARA

LOOKING THROUGH A BUM'S EYES
Joycelyn Solomon

I am a bum.
I am your worst nightmare but I do not care.
I have great insight and wisdom so let me share.
I have seen night and I also seen day. 
I have seen happiness and I have seen pain. 
I have witnessed the sane and the insane. 
When you are thinking that you are really intact with the 
world you are really living in this whirlwind.
So when you see me on the corner
Please pay me some mind. 
Maybe you can see the world 
through more than your eyes.

SONNET FOR THE SELF
Maybe for a thoughtful moment once
Bid myself a selfless question pose,
Asking for what the purpose it is
That Spirt does in surplus bestow
Blessings and sources in me to have.
To waste in me alone the all wealthy,
Or to share with others, the all needy?
To boost the pride in me inferior,
Or to test the conscience in me superior?
And if the answer on this to myself,
Grant not sincerely to me by self,
I deceive no one then but just myself.

For what gift I waste, is what I owe, and
In Divine accounting must someday balance.

- Poems of Life 2ndEdition

SPIRIT OF SOUL, by Oliver Mbamara
"The heart of love knows the spirit of Soul, 
And by the present practice of this perspective,
Shall the journey home be commenced,
And someday our destination shall meet within
To discover again, the true substance we are."

"And what am I but Soul,
And what is Soul but that I am;
The substance of beingness,
Expressing the consciousness of Spirit.

BOUNDARIES
Dhaneshmkumar

The four walls fortifying the realms
make it to yell beyond the walls,
The fetters that build it to quell
the fondle triggers a wobbly,
Staggering changeling.

This child edify natures
statue that which bonds
till the pyre, an incredible
Crinkle deep in the roots,
An infamous urge 
To crackle the chains.

Passionate bird that
migrate miles;
A jubilant dolphin
that divulge to ether;
A giraffes head
that jettisons out;
All of these are
Mothers credential.

HEART TO HEART
Ralph Maduike

Heart to heart we must live
With no stress nor strain
And with no limit but in infinity
As our hearts mingle and co-join

Heart to heart we shall dwell
And pay no rent to any landlord
We shall have peace of the soul
And no hindrance shall hinder

BACK TO TOP