Pray with me


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I can see


by justme 

I stood before the ridging waves
falling down then rising up, rolling forward effortlessly.
Feet lowered in sinking sand as tiny tickles spread my toes
Foaming white lusciousness, popped and fizzled
Tiny objects pushed forward then pulled back
Salt upon my lips left behind by a soft hidden breeze.
Always sun upon my face.

No man could plan this scene
No man could create the sand, the sparkling water,the taste of salt.
Not even one grain of sand can he create.
Yet it is everywhere.
Infinite intelligence waved the wand
From some place else it did conceive
For now, I can but look, and see myself.
Silent joy as I am part of this picture.This scene.
Where else shall I look that I might believe?
What else did I miss before me?
Through these eyes of light I now perceive
My god, my god, look my friends.
I can see ! ∞

Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved;

Black Cats

To live with Love

Koalamamma och bebis

by justme 

What is it to live with love?
To combine, to commit,
to converge, and to see.
To understand you can’t change that,
which is already,
so definitely free.
To know that fault lies only,
with ones little idea
called me.

To ponder for just a moment, the unknowable,
and then fully, let go.
To awake from slumber, not by words,
but by action, not show.

To approach the day with an expectant pledge.
To force that which is unmovable over the edge
with an unstoppable, undeniable force.
To realise it’s not you,
but the invisible,
God source.

To understand that to mend could only mean, something is broke
To laugh at the image and discard it
and remove
that illusory, human cloak. ∞


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Somewhere between the stars

‘Somewhere within the space between the stars, held within the moment is my place. A perfect place, a quiet place, where I belong …’

This quote is part of the poem-prayer “THE DREAM OF LIFE” by justme.

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by justme

Space is that in-between, you cannot grasp
Silence is like space, spirit also
Nothing fills the space, or blocks it neither
Spirit is like space. Space it overflows and yet
Be filled, or emptied.
Spirit is as space.

You cannot paint the space
Though you thought you did.
Or a trillion men paint with brush at hand
You cannot colour.
The spirit neither

Space is the holder of everything
Of all that has gone and all to come
Space has no inside and yet everything is held within
No outside, yet incorporates everything without and more,
And less.
And much and nothing.
Spirit too is the holder of everything
All to come and is here and gone, before.

You are held within the space, and more
You are spirit, and you are space
Minute, yet huge, unseen, undisturbed, ageless
like spirit, like space, like now.

Credits: Poem: © justme; Image: © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved