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This Air

This air

A breath

This cacophany

Of stillness

 

What i know

Becomes me

When i no longer seek

This acquiescence

 

Becomes freedom

This mind

A reflection of all knowledge

Just that

 

But through

All things

Only love

sounds

 

my love(rough draft)

My love is a yellow rose

A wash with the bittersweet disposition

Of harlequin prose

The colour of my indecision

 

My love is a brook in spring

Where fish commune

She meanders lazily

Beneath the verdant moon

 

My love is a gale in summer

So the boats may sway

                                                                Let not the good Lord keep me from her

                                                              Only this i pray

 

                                                             My love is silent and true

                                                                  A voice to calm the worry

                                                              Deep and stolid as the ocean is blue

 

through him alone…. rough draft

God is my anchor
On this sea of folly and despair
When i see others drifting
I tether myself to him

God is my witness
In times of denial
When i see myself waning
I call out to him

God is my cure
In times of sickness
When my heart seems laden with sin
I seek his balm

God is my answer
In times of confusion
When the lies of the world encompass me
I rest in his truth

God is my light
In times of darkness
When the shadows of despondency seem to envelope
I am lit from within

God is my strength
When through my frailty I falter
Through him alone can I endure
On him alone can I depend

 

There is a Stranger……

There is a Stranger…..

There is a stranger standing
Outside my door
He often knocks when i am sleeping
I wake up and in a hurry look to see
But i never see him

There is a stranger who stands outside my door
he endures the cold rain and the hot sun
I often hear him knocking
When i am busy
at work in the fields
Sometimes i become indignant and wonder how could anyone be so rude so i  stop and in a hurry i go to see
But i don’t see him

There is a stranger
Outside my door
I believe my neighbours often see him knocking
because they call me up and tell me to go and look
I always rush out to see in a hurry
But i don’t see him

There is a stranger
Outside my door and he has been knocking
For a long time now
I wont bother to go and look because it is late
The sun is going down and it is too dark
Besides
My habitual friends have already assured me
There is nothing to see….

john konnor

 

Poem after an epistle on prayer….rough draft

Poem after an epistle on prayer….

Let your prayer
Be the fruit of your Holy ardency
Offer it up ungrudgingly
Ripe with unconditional love

Let the tree of your prayer be rooted
In Holy fear
That you may be diligent
And constantly aware of your mortality

To realize time is short
Will enhance your plea
Refining it so that your presses
Be abundantly overflowing with sincerity

At the outset of your supplications
The fruit will be green
Bitter from the attachments
Of your desires

Let your hope rest in eternity
Engendering it to everlasting life
Make your hope the upright trunk
Rooted in dread and humility

When the fruit is ripe and free from any desire
It will become food for the King
Feed the tree with faith
And protect the fruit from the birds of the field
With works clothed in prudence

john konnor

 

IN the ground of the soul

In the ground of the soul

Entrenched

I dug a new foundation

From the dust of humility

I raised myself to the bottom of all posit and negation

From here i saw where

I needed to wander

From the broadline

Where chequered breezes drew heavy

A simple dart

Of longing love

As i lay dying

Pierced the mist

Ascending from the living torrent

Untrained

By no secret device did i unveil

Naked and secure

Bound by  law but unlawfully did i descend

To the double abyss

Free from direction or space

I became all things

And undid myself

Without artiface

 

Some Original SPiritual Poetry…johnkonnor

Pretend…a spiritual recollection(rough draft)

Pretend as you work
That your hands are
Offering the gifts
Of the mass

We proffer our standards
Together
Into the crucible of faith

Pretend that your words
To others
Are the words you will speak to God
When you see him

We communicate our wishes
In unison
By the living Word

Pretend
That the ignorance you perceive
In others is a fault of your own

Pretend that the eye you view the world with
Is God’s eye
And all these things you see he wishes you to see in order to relate his grace

Pretend that everyone’s dream is your dream
And that kindness is  the only gift you can give that will never run out

Pretend that your life will never end
And you will live forever through love
Because love has no reason but only itself
It belongs to the world beyond definition or limit

Pretend and it will be
Humility is your guide
And truth is nothing more than what you know to be real
As revealed by the mind of God

God is the sky and the spark….

God is the sky and the spark we are the fire
The fuel being our works

The fire must consume the wood
And make it one

At the outset there will be smoke and contention
Crackling
Of opposites
As the fire and wood ignite

To become one
Is the goal
As God is one
The object of our desire

The father of the fire is God
The fire is grace
Which perfects our nature
And so our works are born amidst the conflagration of truths
And are made one

The other sparks
Our brothers and sisters in God
Will what God wills
And so become one as the fire consumes the wood

Until nothing is left but the ash
The grief of our struggle
To become one

And so the fire’s object is the sky
It cannot help but proceed up since its naked desire is to be one with its father
Which is the sky
And so the fire is extinguished by the ethereal coolness of the sky
And reverts back to its beginning
Which is its father
The sky

All things have journeyed……

In the end
All things guided by grace
Have journeyed
Seeking their source

The great magnet
That is grace
Draws us
All journeys court redition

Seeking communion with their source

Because i sought my source
I became a brother with the wind and the sun and stars
They all reach out for love
The scent of the wild flower
Flowing through my veins
Seeks its source through me

The gnarled jack pine reaches out with its spiked branches
As i reach out for love
We are reaching out into the mysterious stillness that we all once knew
Working in the darkness of faith we do what we can guided by grace

And all things are connected
By this desire for rest  in love
The happiness of fulfillment in perfection
The protection of love
Because we yearn for unity
The oneness of heaven
That exists in God

And we all were univocally one
As a thought in the mind of God
In the beginning

One Poem ….written at an internet cafe

On the streets of Kuala Lumpur
Walking by all the shops
Seeing the worldly goods
I noticed a broken beggar
With his withered body
Beaten by the sun
And all the worldly eyes passing

On the streets of Kuala Lumpur
I saw a man
With his wounds
Beaten by the sun
His broken cup beside him
Open to receive the dregs of the Worldly
The coins the tokens of ignominy

On the streets of Kuala Lumpur
I saw Jesus with his withered body
With his wounds
With his broken cup beside him
Beaten by the worldly eyes
I saw Jesus and my heart wept
Heaven hides but is readily found by those who look with the eyes of Love

Johnkonnor

 

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