Meditative eyes
enliven heart’s sighs,
seeking to embrace,
outpourings of grace.
When heart lotus blooms,
rapture within zooms,
as we so become,
one with love’s bliss hum.
Before heaven’s gate,
what is our blink rate,
in the heart of God;
sight that leaves us awed?
Love and light fills form,
birthing a bliss storm,
within body urn,
where in joy we burn.
Having been, so known,
this sight to us shown
no wonder we hope
to again elope.
These words which we write,
of soul’s wingless flight,
is for each to claim,
in their life’s endgame.
Spine is a thirty three stringed harp
upon which God plays when it’s dark,
imbibed by our toroidal heart,
whence bliss ignition does so start,
piercing every body vector,
causing flow of soma nectar,
savoured by presence in delight ~
such dear friends, is soul’s wingless flight.
Walking the pathless path,
requires resting thought flow,
that in staid stillness slow,
we see without mirrors,
our soul’s innermost glow.
Walking the pathless path,
means we befriend the void,
whence delusion’s destroyed
and we imbibe pure bliss,
no longer by fears toyed.
Walking the pathless path,
we see the road appear
and God’s presence draw near,
provided we let go
of erst desires held dear.
Walking the pathless path,
is not for everyone
but if we come undone,
relinquishing concepts,
we are with God then one.
born into this world
this
magnificence of nature’s gifts
he has stolen many a heart
he has a smile that lights up
the darkest of days
his eyes
sparkle
more
then
the brightest star
this
angel without wings
this
sweet innocent one
taming the wild beasts
like an angel brought down from heaven
with the innocence of virtue
sending treasures of silver and gold
their gifts of jewels
lighting
the dark world
Wingless Bird
I wasn’t taught
Reach for the stars
I never knew
It’s not too far
I knew to stop
Look both ways
And never touch
A burning flame
Encouragement
Was never heard
I left the nest
A wingless bird
Survival was
My only school
Doctorate in hit
And bachelors in booze
I left the nest
A wounded bird
Then found my wings
In written words
Bill MacEachern 11/28/23
to get to the source
no mountain peak stands too high
for our soul grows wings
transcending limitations of body-mind
our Father
awaits our embrace
and we can’t keep Him waiting
lest heart breaks
infusing
His breath in organic form
vast space becomes an ocean
and as we swim the path appears by itself
the pain of separation
followed by joy of union
makes the game worthwhile
enlivening heart
wither
away not
to thee gifts reason
of art
wingless dove bestilled
on halfpace empyreal thy breast behooves
thee further
o'er yond clingiest fairgrounds
moor dawning flora
promising showboat sanctifying lightness
up from their beds and
to their feds and down
to their peds
all the same maternally presence clement
intimate cavernous fire claimants contest
a fleeting gesture
of unattainable love
Ah Peace,
You disheveled outcast
Hiding in the heart
Of wingless doves
Shivering in cage-less
Confinement
Clinging to a charred
Sunrise
Smoldering
In the madness
Of god-less
Gods
Astonishingly are the reflections of moonlight
Colors dancing from prisms taking wingless flight
Waters' second nature is so abundantly bright
Spectrums turning the sheens of wrong into right
Aquatic mirrors paint a tapestry within the night
Singing visual melodies, waves glittering with light
As the sun rises across, the morning takes its own slight
Just listening to its rhythm causes my pen to write
From time to time pops up a reminder,
to paint on the canvas, words that enchant
our heart and soul with melody kinder
than cacophony which ego does flaunt
betwixt carnal cravings that in dreams haunt.
In solitude we rest with bliss beats curled,
delighted as hues of love are unfurled,
layer by layer, revealing God's light,
so here we are, in but not of the world,
having so embarked on a wingless flight.
16-October-2022
Will penetrates, grace permeates
Mind moderates, heart resonates
Love alone opens heaven’s gates
Grace permeates, will penetrates
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir
Love scented myrrh makes bliss beats purr
All’s enabled if we concur
Nodes within stir, boundaries blur
Soul’s wingless flight, toward the light
Soft white yet bright, seen in plain sight
Our destiny thus we re-write
Toward the light, soul’s wingless flight
14-September-2022
(Swap Quatrain)
Wingless fly without any fear
God is holding our hand
As His child, to Him we are dear
Our wish is His command
Reclaim now, our soul’s light
Felt as bliss throb delight
Pulsating day and night
Do or die
Wingless fly
20-July-2022
Quietus
They were soft whispers
her prayers
but loud enough
that God could hear.
King James Bible
opened in one hand
a lit candle in the other
and the sound of urgency
affixed to her lips
in a flow of rhythmic cadence
she recited the psalms as
her faith soared to reach its mark—God’s ears.
The pain of labor
never her experience
but her opened heart was
full of maternal love.
She was my ‘wingless angel’
now ethereally winged
assisting the God she loved.
Her faith
she passed on
by showing the way through
gentleness and unvoiced guidance
radiance and wisdom
that example I’ve become.
I sometimes imagine
a familiar whisper
echoed in a warm breeze
and I wonder
is that you, my angel…
do you still pray for me?
To wingless fly, just vaporise
Melding with the vast void
Grace then in-pours to our surprise
Our presence by love buoyed
Let’s never say never
Whatever, whenever
For we have a waiver
Ego decry
To wingless fly
26-February-2022
It’s Matthew Slice with his throwable dice
And his spiky hair filled with wingless lice
But they save the day not once, not twice but thrice.
They spit on his face, so he pays the price
The lice are heroes. Please take my advice
All hail the heroes, defeating a zero
All hail the heroes, on the planet of Shiro
It’s Matthew Slice, who’s looking so nice
Along with his best friends, the wingless lice.
Planet Shiro’s lice are greater than Nero
Here comes the one from the burning sun
Here come the ones who are having some fun
The goons’ remarks are just weighing puns
Those filthy goons have nowhere to run
Screw the goons with their pointy guns!!!
It’s Matthew Slice with his throwable dice
And his spiky hair filled with wingless lice
They’re the bravest heroes of the insect race
They’re the bravest heroes from out of space
It’s Matthew slice and his wingless lice!!!!
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