Sentience, Sanity and Sanctity

God’s in the way I think, feel, and live my life. Grace soothes my soul and enriches my every experience. With a smile on my face, with fresh enthusiasm and vim discovering and expressing more of my special qualities and skills each day confusion and self-doubt give way to new understanding.

Tissues of my DNA where patterns of suppression took up residence will no longer be a refuge for toxic and turbulent activity. My brain wave will emit vibes of peace, harmony, love and a life of laugher, joy, fun and vitality.

It’s party time

Awake my soul; sing and make help mind make joyful melody as I continue to forgive myself .

That is the greatest way I can reclaim personal power to be me. This also is how I can heal the ‘wounds’ of bondage. I accept responsibility for choices that I made out of ignorance and or fear. I stop beating myself with the belt and whip of self recrimination. I forgive myself for judging circumstances or what seem to be lost opportunities. I resign from adopting false notion of accountability

When I experience troubling emotions, I can choose to remember that it is important to not repress or deny them. Instead I continue to practise allowing myself to fully feel them- for then I enjoy the peace that passes all understanding and long periods of joy.

It’s party time: Awake, my soul; sing and make joyful melody!

My Mind and Body Marries to Spirit in silence with God

Well…well...well God you really have a way of making sure that I run out of things to say to you and words to write not because I am a clanging instruments with noisy notes, but because you want me to hear you loud and clear.

I have been banging on your door to ask for a dose of clarity about what to do about how to make the Our Father and Psalm 23 take on new meaning and oomph in my life.

It’s like you are saying to me that you are not going to increase your decibel one bit louder so I can hear you… right?

Well hush my mind so my heart can make more sense to me!
I know you can, so please do.

And I will stop hollering at you…maybe!

Clearing the Mental Traffic Jam

Ignoring my souls and heart’s groan to be one with God can overload and exhaust my temple. In order to restore the temple, I have to purge that which is not in alignment with God.

A crowded place- be it, mind, environment- and God just didn’t mix well at all. For it is in the silence and stillness that the Spirit can be heard.” I still all thoughts, concerns and build-up of clutter in my surroundings; I may also discover mental and emotional clutter that is ready to be cleared away.

Improvement of my clarity, serenity and harmony with God will take the place that has been vacated off all the dross of high volume of thoughts, feelings and beliefs life that bombarded and almost choked my soul.

Releasing my most painful wounds yields mighty currents of change; thus, sweeping through my body on all levels and clear the lower frequencies of discord.

Time After Time

In both familiar and unfamiliar places and situations I will revel in awe and mystery so God’s bigness can be revealed and magnified… Time After Time

Almighty Father
Fill my mind with your wisdom
Restore my wholeness
Release all worry
Chase away fears that cons joy
So I can hang out with you
Time after Time

Maintaining an attitude of gratitude

Gaining new insight into the inner world of my thoughts as well as the clatter of busyness of the business of living is something for which I want to acknowledge and maintain an attitude of gratitude. Drawing upon the wisdom of God, I have better management of my thoughts, and intentions and in so doing re-establish God-order in my life.

If for no other reason than this, I have all right to maintain an attitude of gratitude for all my yesterdays, today and tomorrows!

Thank you, God!

Hello, Happiness

Oh the sigh of relief that I can experience while gliding through yet another storm.
Practising to slow down when I am most tempted to fast forward time is more than enough reason to greet happiness.

I know that my body is enjoying the way I treat it; well as for God, there is a carnival in heaven that makes Psalm 150 come alive in full circle.

God knows I have all the time in the world to sing “hello happiness” and watch the tension between what self needs and what ego wants fade, as temporal, tangible treasure makes way for everlasting happiness.

Against All Odds- God shows me the way out of confusion

Childhood memories laden with innocent blooms
Weary minds salvaging through empty warranty
Moments straddle amid tension of joy and grief
Thoughts of hope provokes me to keep going
‘There is reason to keep enduring, you know’
This is what makes each day more meaningful

“Everyone then who hears these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who built his house on rock. The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on rock.”- Matthew 7:24-25

Sitting on a cloud

Using my intelligence has had more rewards than frequent flyer points could merit. I can go anywhere at anytime for any period of time I want to all in the richness of my imagination.

Had I been solely dependent on when I have enough money or enough points to take a well-needed trip to the moon or to take a ride on the wings of cloud; I would be still waiting, maybe even waiting in vain.

With an imagination that is as rich as it gets, I enjoy going places, seeing new things or even old things in a new way, thinking more thoughts of possibility all during a few moments sitting on a cloud and watching the world from an upside down view; and I am not even dizzy!

Wow!

An Even Deeper Yearning for God

I don’t even know why I want to yearn for God except that I know that only God can save me. I suppose that is enough reason to want to enjoy an improved relationship with the one in charge of the Universe and all that is in it.

A part of me enjoys the fact that I yearn for God and a big part of me questions why I even find it rewarding to yearn for someone or something that seem so farfetched.

Holy tension!

That’s the best expression that I can use to describe the murmur and the drum rolls that pulsates in my heart.

Nurturing my soul, body, mind on a mini vacation with Nature

Oh Mother Earth and Father Time, what would I do without you in my life to take me to places where I can hear my tears drop while the wind readily approves.

I find solace in the most morbid or supposedly most morbid of places- among the dead!
I literally stage my own concert among the tombstones of those who are now the source of nutrients to the soil, which in turn feed the daffodils and evergreens.

Oh the circle of life… the links of the chain!

Even the dead- those who have literally returned to the dust from whence they came from- are very useful after they are deemed finished, gone, done, carput!

Mother Earth and Father Time I thank thee!

Makeover

Every now and then, my poems get a chance to enjoy a bit of recreating: a makeover that totally enhances the detail without changing meaning and/or emphasis.

Sometimes I write the poem and many times the poem wants to write itself. The latter was initially a bit challenging because I wanted the poem to express my self and not it self. Of course, it would sometimes let me; and, other times it will rework itself by, either directly rewiring my brain cells or by sending some medium on its behalf. I know so because I find that the newer versions align with the author of my heart- no arguments from my mind!

Thanks to my many supporters, encouragers and fellow poets/writers!

Divine Guidance

Many bridges to cross and many more to burn. knowing that much- that’s the easy part

Which ones do I burn and which ones do I walk, or run, or even frolic across? That’s where God comes in and since God likes to spring surprises and play peek-a-boo, I have not much clue what to do.

I even have run out of ideas of how to pray or talk to and with God in a way that does not make me shudder at the thought of how I approach God these days.

I am in combat with holy fear and foolish fear at the same time and I do not seem to have any endearing edge. I know with God it is not about winning or losing because that would make God a liar and while I have my doubts about God I do not dare call God a liar because then I would be yearning for a relationship that is unauthentic.

What is there to defend when I cannot even feel dignified to stand firm on God’s promises, eh God!

Please guide me along the path that you and only you know how to lead me on because these days I cannot tell the difference between your discipline and the punishment of the world and that is too scary for comfort.

I need some more reason to count on you buddy!

Can you do that!
Thanks!

Hey Nympha… this is God here! Your heart is ready!

Your heart is ready!

Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis, thank you for giving me the chance to be more present and real in your life; and, for your willingness to restore your heart! I remember the day you brought me your heart as an offering! I took one look at you and went oh-yo-yoy! Only someone who had run out of gift ideas would dare bring such a mangled heart to me.

You know what! Your sincerity was written all over it... so I accepted it, my dear. I was very happy that you brought it to me! I knew what you were thinking as you kept creeping back to me. What could God do with such a ramshackle, maligned piece of me? The nerve of me to figure that if no one else wanted it I could at least give it back to God. Little did you know that is just what God wanted!

A humble heart! Completely surrender yourself to God’s direction and purpose for your life and watch the ordinary activities turn into magnificent accomplishments.
I have completed the work I began in your heart. I have filled it with wonderful thoughts and desires. Be willing to follow the voice of God within your heart and witness all limiting thoughts and ideas vanish.

Jolly Well!

When I first began writing structured poems, I thought oh evay!

My best medicine so far, besides praying is writing... which in looking at the pieces I compose, they too are prayers. For decades, writing poetry has been my channel between my heart and God's ears, except initially they followed no grammatical or poetic structure and sometimes, no theological content. Thank God for my indispensable interpreter, Wisdom, for polishing them so they gain access to God!

Haiku has become a poetic style that I credit for teaching me to keep things simple- short, sweet and to the point, without removing the cream of the crop.

My collection of structured poem and haiku are increasing and so is effective communication!

Thank you Dear God for the gift of genuine expression of thoughts and deeds!

Jolly Well!

Staying connected- my tithe offering

When it comes to the things that matter, staying connected to my core is nothing to settle for less than embracing my intimate self.

Though matter what happens I am always going to be in touch with my spirit for when heaven and earth passeth away this is all that I will have left. In fact this is what God is checking when I give an account of how I spend my life and its priceless investments.

In order to stay in touch and connected with God I have to promise myself and not only promise myself but also to fulfil that commitment to give God the first hour, at least the first hour- my first ten percent of everyday.

Acceptance… Total Acceptance

I am practising to respond to people and circumstances with greater understanding and wisdom for this is God’s current purpose in having me in the Refiners’ Fire while in Heaven’s Intensive Care.

Circumstances and people are tactfully reminding me that acceptance, total acceptance of what is the best way to live fully. In so doing I am even readier to enjoy new, emerging opportunities, and all the expected and unexpected resources to assist me fulfil my divine purpose.

Nature's Lecture Hall

Sitting on my balcony soaking in the sun while meditating on God’s brilliance was the best way I encountered Nature’s Lessons this morning, live and direct.

I watch the sun stand its ground while the cloud glided away like a giant cotton ball. The sun made no fuss; the wind gentle whiffed its morning breath to remind me to stay alert and watch what happens!

In a jiffy, the sun gilded and its rays married the wind and together they massaged their glory into every cell of my body and I was immersed with the best feeling of love from the Universe- unconditionally!

I knew that class was adjourned and the lesson well digested when the sun winked at me and the gentle breeze soothed my nerves.

Well done!

Purpose-purifying process

For the last few months God had been getting earfuls of questions and whinges from me about what’s taking so long and why so many detours, delays and for crying out loud, the disasters that are supposed to be roadways in the wilderness!

I wanted to know what God had in store for that was the only clutch on hope I had left. God began to ease the plight and let me in by giving me a glimpse the size I asked for; a request I made back in July when the darkest cloud I ever encountered threatened to stump me off God’s track.

I hollered: God, what do you want from me?

I suppose even God was scared that this time I would not ever want to have anything to do with everlasting bliss as I vowed to give up on the quest of finding this God and somehow live long enough to enjoy aliveness. Although I was by then convinced that the only way to enjoy my life is to find OmniGod, I was running out of the oomph it takes to comprehend God.

Conversely, God knew that I was serious about wanting to know exactly what my Divine Purpose is.

God responded… sounding more like a replay: In order to understand what this purpose is, you have to trust that there is no delay or trick in God’s plan and purpose.

So much for my meticulously planned goals… I had to scrap them. They were not mine! I shrugged and decided that if this is the only way then this is the only way and I have to just do it! So I scrapped them and created my own. Even mine needs tweaking here and there now and then.

That was not easy… it is possible!

Drumbeats and Heartbeats... Synchronizing with my Essence

I do not know what this music is about God let alone how to create a choreography that goes well with it.

All I can do is dance to the rhythm in a manner that reflects what I make of the beat and let you do the rest.

Who knows. as well as you. what each note represents in the music of life and whose lead must I follow with such poise, if not my Essence?

My heart can never go wrong when it hears the sweet tempo of music and laughter so let my sense of humour and love for music bring on a dose of healing magic!

God's Take On Development

Lately when God pull heaven’s rocking chair closer to mine I tremble!

All I have been praying for seem farther and farther along the road to happiness and holiness and this seem so paradoxical because I believe that each time takes me this close; I end up in the wilderness; sometimes further ahead on the road less travelled.

I ask God exactly what doe that mean and as usual God has an answer for every question I pose.

The answer to this one is, “hold on tonight girl, you are developing.”

Frankly I do not like to argue with God as much as I like to question Gods’ reason because ninety-five percent of the time they make no sense in my schema

I suppose God’s ideas are very organic and I have to stretch my brain cells or is it my heart muscle to begin to begin to comprehend The Message.

So long as those growing pains are significant to wholesome development then development it is God, even though I am this close to praying that you take your cup of suffering; and ‘you know what to do with it!’

Dreaming with my eyes wide open

Thoughts of wholeness blossom and create harmonious vibration. I visualize my life at my most innermost connection with God. I cast the weight of the world unto the OmniGod; laugh at things that once bothered and even frightened me. These days I use them to create new themes to stir up my dreams.

Relearning how to dream with my eyes wide open has strengthened and improved my relationships especially with God and myself.

It sure makes a vast difference when looking at occurrences with eyes wide open!

Scarecrow, Goliath, The Burning Bush... How do I know?

God has been reminding me that whatever I go through is something that I can handle! Whatever it is can be only one of these three things: a scarecrow, a giant or something that leaves me baffled and relieved at the same time. It is getting easier to differentiate them, especially the scarecrow and the giants. What I still feel challenged with is, knowing what the inconsumable burning bush wants of me. How can I figure that out God? I know that the tell tales signs of the scarecrow because they generate a false sense of fear and you have given me the spirit of sound reasoning to deal with it.

The giants? Well, you have given me the talent to act proactively. That leaves me with the burning bush, which I feel I can only understand when I let curiosity and ‘trial and error’ surge my urges to check it out! And then comes ‘the what ifs!’ Which is for me, and which is for God to accomplish!

Oh evay, God!

How do I fully know when I have to get out of your way and enjoy the miracles of life, without money, without strife? Eh God?

I have come this far. There is no turning back now. So going forward God, when you call I choose to say, like Moses, and in my own originalness, “ Here I AM, I AM!

Open and receptive to Wisdom and my inner guidance, I trust that I will be channelled on how to proceed- real-time.

Sustainable Living... in the wilderness

As I review the many years that God condensed down to four days, I am amazed... even more amazed at Omni God

There is never any uncertainty in God’s power so long as I continue to erase the negative thoughts on the blackboard of my mind.

Transcending societal identity of lack, limitation and scorn of better than- otherisms, I arrive to the place in my heart that reminds me that God gives everything freely… in God’s time.

This reassurance has been very uplifting, serene and, amidst the tempest that rages all around me these days, I still feel secure in spirit, mind and body.

The light I saw ahead of me looked like I was approaching the tunnel; however, it turned out that it was a candle doing it best to keep me looking on the bright side.

The overflow of lessons from the deep recess of my heart proves that when the darkness
threatens to disorient my bearings, even the faintest echo is still dominant and so I continue to follow my heart.

Sleeping Besides Still Waters

There was a time when I was the champion of constantly keeping busy. It is funny that now I cannot imagine how I was able to keep so busy. These days what once felt like the strangest phenomena to me is welcomed to take over- restful sleep. There is nothing that needs me to pull all-nighters, getting up early and going to bed late, when God longs to rock me to sleep and then watch over me while singing love songs.

Being still is the gateway to feeding my imagination and letting God recreate my life back to its original magnificence.

What was I waiting for to RSVP to God? I know not, I am just glad that it was not too late!So here I am sleeping besides still waters!

Grazing in the Shepherd's Pasture

God prepares a table for me and he sends all his sparrows to invite me to sit and dine.

At first I was a bit out of sorts about God’s extra tender love for the sparrows; I almost wish and prayed for God to transform me to one of those sparrows if that is what it took to get my fair share of his milk and honey. I suppose that is why God chose the sparrows to serenade me; it was to encourage me and not to taunt me. Once I figured that part out, understanding clapped in unison with Wisdom and I began to enjoy a new felt sense of what David meant when he wrote Psalm 23.

Personalizing the messages of scripture is one way that God adds new meaning to my daily business of living and I intend to keep up with my interviews and dialogues with God; subsequently, I will know my highest purpose as God intends.

Synergistic Support

The detailed process of remaining steadfastly committed to self discipling of patience and perseverance as tools to boost my determination to bounce back and move along.

Plasticity of passion to celebrate aliveness is immensely satisfying whether I am smiling, laughing or, crying throughout the journey of creating trails or following mind-boggling paths, staying the course is what makes experiencing the live version of alive a euphoric expedition with its varying degrees and expansion of far-in height nearer than father dimensions of success, happiness and resilience.

All forms of being add substance to the adventures and universe helps determine the right measure, intensity, and duration of intervention to assist me to cocreate inventions and create originalness of my blueprint with the nowness and howness of manifesting actuality.

When the student is ready...

… … God makes sense! A whole lot sense!

There have been times when watching someone walk away from me was like plunging a dagger in my chest. Even God-confidence was not enough to console me….

I would beat myself up for feeling convinced that something was definitely wrong with me. That in and of itself made acceptance of what is an acceptable lesson. Having some conditioned cell programmes to believe that I may never live long enough to fix that something was more than enough to make me create my biggest dream. If only for my sake I decided heck with all adopted acclamation as I calmly and quietly build my own heaven right here on earth. I was already beginning to feel like a failure in love and being loved by God. The word ‘loser’ and lost and sometime the combo lostloser precariously perched on the rim of my mind each time I looked in the mirror!

Was I feeling loved, will I ever know love besides God's, that is?

Did God forget to create me with selflove ability to go with the compassion that was becoming limp. God giggled, and when God giggles I know that my ideas of myself were not funny or true for that matter. They were downright unacceptable, and untrue; at least in God's eyes and sometime even in the most subtly scripting of my soul I know I was more than what was cunning me.

Well Hello… anybody home…anybody home to love the one who is herself cackled the God who already knew why it made me the way it made me!

Well the game was on me! Yauwch!

I had some work to do on myself in that department and I had to get it all- precisely! Though matter who comes, stays for a while or take the next flight out, I would always have to love and enjoy being with me even when hell freezes over and there seem no one who can love me and be loved by me, unconditionally. Running away from my whole self, or encouraging or assisting my soul to depart from my self was not an option.

There are various lessons to learn and most of it has to be taken in the “dark room”, alone! Thank God for laughter. Both God and myself laugh so hard it lit up the dark room enough to indicate my newfound level of self

No matter what I did or did not do, I had to learn to really love, forgive and, accept myself. That's when I secure building the firm foundation. Who I am as a child of God’s creation is a gift from geniusgenerous God and I am therefore choosing to not feel threatened by human footsteps growing fainter as they disappear in the distance.

This called for God-sized distinction in loving one’s self and I passed!

That was the best bull’s-eye I ever hit! Hallelujah!