What is it you see
Trapped behind my pale blue eyes
Spark of God in flesh?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is it you see
Trapped behind my pale blue eyes
Spark of God in flesh?
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Drift amongst the stars
Each one a spark of heaven
In the form of man
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There’s nothing to fear
Death cannot hostage my soul
For it’s immortal
Born and reborn many times
Until reaching perfection
When it is released
Into the Lord’s loving hands
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Drink the frigid morn
Feel your body come alive
With each vivid breath
This, the invisible force
Visible to be honored
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
You reach out for me
My vessel–something to hold
But it’s illusion
You cannot touch who I am
For it is not this body
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Body and soul joined
In a focused asana
Yoga for the self
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Temper your rage toward others dear one
It blinds you and fogs the mirror.
Incapable of seeing yourself in others, hate festers,
Turning gangrenous, unable to heal.
What angers you is that which you cannot admit;
You are Siamese–connected by a tiny spark,
The spark of the soul, beyond our human frailties.
Anger, hate, race, creed, color melt away
When viewed in the brightness of Divine light.
Unconditional love takes up residence
Welcoming the essence of all into her warmth.
With this, differences can no longer survive…
And for once we can live in total peace.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Between birth and death
Lies the place of our struggle
Pain our companion
Yet through all this there is love
Lurking beyond our egos
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Unconditional
Many strive to attain It
Though few ever do
Human temptation obstructs
Luring us with its promise
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Left to our own wants
This incarnation is doomed
Destined to repeat
Maybe the next time around
We will find the purest love
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Living by ego
Stunts communion with the soul
The Divine awaits
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What color is blood?
Red as crimson to the dullest eye.
When stripped of skin,
What is left but muscle, sinew, bone
Held together by a thin designer suit.
At birth we enter the world the same way.
At death we return the earth each the same.
Why is it that we vandalize each other
Throwing names, bullets and missiles,
Destroying our sacred selves?
More alike than different is the human animal,
Though ego prefers to separate.
Look beyond the skin in all its wondrous glory,
Reach for the soul deep within
Dismissing the prejudice of our senses.
Honor our sameness in peace and love
Remembering the wisdom of the sanskrit greeting
…Namaste’.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~