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Road Signs

Road Signs

My journey continues though tired and weary of mind
Once I traveled alone, I had to make it my own.
Now I find in my vulnerability passers-by mean much to me
They have become more important than the road scenery

Somehow I discovered my humanness in a desperate moment
I exposed my underbelly in my time of pain and someone saw my
Fear, love, innocence, that I had covered oh so very long.
In a magic moment I knew love that permeates humanity.

I love the road, the adventure, the sights, the sacredness.
The old towns, the rolling emptiness that fills my heart with
Peace, loneliness, self contemplation and reminiscences.
Road signs to my emotions laid out on the pavement of time

Flavorful bits of humanity, though has imparted meaning
That I thought I was fleeing, but just another mind with
Similar glories, disappointments, and dreams left behind.
Ephemeral, nostalgic oasis, worth the extra time to find.

Brothers and sisters all of them, a small piece of time
My existence has been enriched to a finer plateau by
Their presence in my timeline of memories but don’t dwell
Stuck on the side roads never an entrance to be found

Nostalgia can be a quagmire of loneliness given too much time.
An extended boring introduction on too many pages and lines.
To you who I now own a remnant you had lost unraveled twine
Hospitality and commonality a piece of love that’s divine.

Carl James
6-15-17

Mindfulness and Mindless Theologies

Mindfulness and Mindless Theologies

There’s a new kid in town winning followers from all around
But if your game is bluster and retaliation you’ll be embarrassed
His charismatic voice and winning smile, kindness and love
Eyes that carry no controversy no way to argue, trick or trap

You must above all, tell yourself the truth of how you feel
Subjugation not necessary you can stand back up do not kneel
Love permeates your being , you are a part of all I’m saying.
You are divine in nature, a part of god that has matured.

We are all about love, compassion and kindness everywhere
We ignore god’s wrath, punishment and sinful shame for
Teaching a man must be done with no negatives for the
Yin and Tang both must be for balance and talents realized

“God is love”, “Suffer the children to come unto me for of
such is the kingdom of heaven, love thy neighbor as thyself
All these things you can do and more” words and ideas for
Us to wonder, what the meaning we ponder and wonder

What makes the heart grow kinder but compassion, a part
We are endowed to fashion a word or deed to the needy
Open your heart to love though vulnerability announces
Itself with open arms I fly to you again and again, free,

I cannot become a part of mindless theology that follows
A book because we were told in inspiration it was born
I see the thorns hidden in the pages written to ignorant
Followers blinded by usurped unholy authoritative men

I see the torture chambers punishing alternative thought
Wages of sin is death wrung in screams of torture and pain
What is this to gain but anger cloaked in false humility
True humility a path of godliness won by confidence

My directness comes from a mindfulness, self contemplation
Truths only of my own choosing spread on the living rocks I
journeyed to know my place in the place of all things I sense
My joy at acceptance from the life swarm about and through me.

Carl James 6-9-17

Last Love House on the Left

Last Love House on the Left

Last Love House on the Left, t in mounds of books and through two stacks glimpse
A fireplace set ,strong, heavy the best bought for me by my love who lay with me dreaming of children, ours, future, a drink, only a blanket, it is like new and it is so heavy with memories, dreams that came true, and those that didn’t and I have learned any love relation teaches us about people but does it have to be so whiplash sudden, like a bolt out of the blue and this house crammed with memories that burst into the yard full of flowers , starts from friends, relatives, a proliferation of love
loving friends and I will say come, take a part of this holy communion I remembrance of my love, and I will take with me a part but enough that embraces the love that was in this place and I cringe at the thought of saying by to the garden and I will teach the new your names, your beauty, your part in my life and my love. We will walk the sacred path, watch birds bathing , butterflies and walk through the wisteria that clings lovingly to our arms and legs. I will tell them what you taught m e that all life is exquisite, that you can see the universe in the black orb of a chickadee and realize your whole life has been a prayer as you ritually prune bamboo, that the glory of the universe can be seen in a flower and robins build their nests in the same place where they are loved.and sometimes I think I should stay here alone and life monastically but I so love the gentle stroke of a woman’s hand on my face.

Carl James
6-3-17

No Regrets

No Regrets

Life, a fabric constructed of our decisions.
Decisions made with limited information
Resulting in cause and effect unpredictable
Sometimes lucky and sometimes disastrous

Fear not the backlash for nothing is gained
Retreating from decisions for the graff of
Life is never a continuous upward line but
A series of zigs and sags, hopefully upward.

Regret a wasted emotion using up the time of
Our life that could be used traveling the road
Never looking backwards or too far forwards
Absorbed in the process of life around us.

Life that ceases not but moves randomly
Forward, immersed in the light of love
Light of sacredness and creativity unbound
Shackled not by fear created by regret

Looking forward we head towards a mark
Sometimes shimmering and fading out
A wisp on the dissipating, materializing
New goals, new opened doors, we push on

Always remembering life makes no mistakes
Only irrelevant decisions that briefly slow but
Never halt the sacred journey, the ultimate
Quest that positions us in the lite of life.

Carl James
5-31-17

Secretes of our Hearts

 
Secretes of our Hearts

You opened the door that led to my life and now you will know the secretes of my heart.
You, on opening it, know the sacrifice that must be weighed to know in return my love of
Life and my absorption into the energy that avails itself to we who knock at the door for
Opportunity is available to all for we are all one and the same having to seek afar for
What lay inside us all along illuminated by our light of being and our union with all.

A tree is a tree because it has been given the shape of a tree and its ancient memories
Are the same, interdependent, interwoven expressions of the same living tissues
We hold the secrete to this connection in our hearts for it is the same union as love foe
We all walk in the light of truth, understanding and love and our choices in life of people
Are the ones that we know who can best fulfill the union of our mind and soul and
Guide us along the path of illumination for we have the urge to become one.

Carl
5-7-17
Carl H. James liteworxs@yahoo.com

The Chasms of Our Minds

The Chasms of Our Minds

Chasms of our Minds, Bridges of our Souls
We came and built understanding growing close day by day
We grew connected to each other we lived in pure light.
Illuminating the world around us we colored it in our dreams.
We thought we were soul mates we reveled in sacredness
Love budded out in springtime but came the killing frost
Insecurity and obligations froze our dreams, cold hearts in kind
Union of body and soul must be nourished if it is to survive.
Giving all if necessary to build the bond of spirit
Erosion weakened the bridges, weakening our resolve
Silence has overtaken covering the bridges in drifts.
Overtaken with resentment, sorrow and emptiness
Perhaps young hearts will find dreams in corners of our
Minds and find our work worthy of another place in time.
Without the burden of past living to tear them apart
Souls will always remember in richness what we gave
Worlds will never be the same for we found part of the way

Carl James
4-30-17

OF Gods and Men

Of Gods and Men

She lies broken, torn, used, and abandoned and awaits in silent slumber,
Unknowingly protected here and there with a dirty shawl concrete remnant.
Hidden beneath the shawl, cracks appear, freeze, thaw, widen, crack, pop.
From the bowels of the presumed dead, an insidious weed shoves aside the
Pillars of the temple walls, and the roof implodes bowing humbly to life.
Then faster, no one to cover, to the railing, camouflaged by flowers, a joint,
Another year, a month, a day, an hour, the waters growing restless, smelling
Freedom to run, excitedly, one night of exerted effort, cloak of darkness,
Pow! A chunk, shrapnel, a jet of water,,,,hurry now! Push, a rail disappears,
boom!! thunder, no water, as the people downstream get on their knees and
Pray to the falling crumbling god they made as the frenzied freed water bucks.
Wild freed stallion, lays waste to crops, lives, but the river won as it joyfully
Picks up speed for it’s headlong dash into the seductive arms of the sea.

Carl James
5-9-1

Souls Layered In Time

Souls Layered in Time

For only a moment we lived outside of time
Precious were those moments of self discovery
Intimate were those glimpses of our souls divine
Joined in the nether world we lost our directions

I was misguided by your affections imagined
Like mine who thought they would carry us as
Soulmates of a kind to discoveries divine
Barriers to the present living locked in time.

Now you live for the future while I of mind
Still live in the moment’s light to survive in
Time and heed no future heartache if it returned
Must be considered in the moment it appears

Borrowing nothing of the future, my time is now
Reality may be realized perhaps for your time
But I cannot be there in the time of you for now
The appointed one beckons waiting for our hour.

Carl James
5-8-17

Pieces

Pieces

Pieces of love we thought was through
Pieces of love I find in you that cry
Never to die for love never ends it only
Begins again planted in the last remains
Pain that remains to mellow the heart
No one to blame, no shame, no strain
Just a spark , easier on a cold heart to
Kindle a smolder on a warm part than
Starting dead cold each time again as
We let it go and let it catch hold or out
It becomes an easy chair, a touch, a
Song or just an easy conversation no
Rush, no hurry, just a little extraordinary.
Quiet excitement till next time we meet

Carl James
3-11-17

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