Tag Archives: Spirituality

Stars

Stars, an audience–they look down and laugh,

We stare back jaw slacked, eyes of wonder.

How foolish they must find us,

Our mountains out of molehills;

Stressing and straining over our tiny little lives.

Nothing mortal could compare to that of the universe!

Keeping all of those glorious stars twinkling,

Brightening the slate black sky.

How tired the heavens must be

Inspiring romance, hopes, dreams,

The joining of lovers,

Receiving only occasional recognition.

What do we give in return?

Nothing–we continue to take

Just as we have always done,

Just as we will always do.

Perhaps the stars look upon us as the children we are.

Spoiled yet naive to the ways of this world.

To these sages we look for heavenly guidance

Offering prayers for blessings imagined.

This is in our nature

Looking for the Divine in that which we cannot touch.

Who has not looked skyward and begged for mercy,

Beckoned for release from an ill fate,

Cried out for intervention?

We think ourselves the center of all,

Master of our domain–independent, indestructible

Until we are overwhelmed, broken and drowned in tears.

Then we look out upon the vast audience above

Putting on the grandest of shows for their pleasure,

Hoping, praying for accolades

And furtherance from the stars.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Spirit Touches Me (Tanka)

Spirit touches me
Though I know not what to do
Seemingly aloof
And ever so elusive
I continue to struggle

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Pearls In The Nighttime Sky

Pearls in the nighttime sky,

Surely they must be the light of angels.

Visible to the mortal eye,

Things of myth and divine fables.

 

Twinkling hope from up above,

Promising man a life here after.

Quieting the mind and heart with love,

Giving joy with bouts of laughter.

 

Adhara, Nashira, Mira, Alcyone,

Shining from the heavens beyond.

Watching, protecting ‘til time on earth is done,

Guiding their charges to the calm.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Question

Whether from space or terra firma I feel minuscule;

A pawn in some cosmic game in which I am an illegitimate player.

Who is this phantom puppet master pulling my strings?

I haven’t a scintilla of an idea…

I never have–

Though I’ve never ceased wondering.

All this palaver of an omnipotent Being perplexes me.

Where is He,

Who is He,

I have not a clue.

I’ve spent my entire life grazing on the spiritual texts,

Looking for answers to the eternal question.

I suppose that it has not been all for naught however,

As I have become inure to many of the horrors of this world because of them.

Even so the questions come in waves

Like brontides they shake me to my very core.

Unnerving and unsettling are they.

As another day closes with nary an answer

I suppose I shall sit in my darkened room;

Pondering the meaning of life

While I am bathed in the fragrance of fresh cut chrysanthemums

And enjoy a relaxing spot of tea.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #14

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Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #14

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #14

The Curse

Prostate on the fetid jungle floor,

Draped in the red and orange ornamental cotton robes of a monk

He lay mesmerized by the tablets shambolic scribble.

What could this possibly mean?

Hands shaking as he held the tablet, deep down he knew.

Though menacing, with his henna facial markings,

He had an uneasy feeling that he could not diffuse.

Fraught with fear, he reached for his decanter of Holy Water,

Thinking he could protect himself from this Pagan curse..

Chanting, the lowly monk prayed that the grace of his God would save him,

But alas, the synthesis of prayer and paraphernalia could not shield his mortal soul.

Gasping his last breath and with devotion still in his failing heart

The lowly monk rose with tablet raised overhead and struck,

Shattering the curse over a rock that lay before him,

Praying that the tablets curse with him would die

Never to plague mankind again.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #11

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #11

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #11

O’ Ancient One

Andrey Bobir

Andrey Bobir

O’ Ancient One,

Holding the mysteries of the world in your hands.

That which you must have seen,

That which must have graced your ears,

I’m certain it amazed and saddened you at times.

Human nature is nothing if not predictable

Constantly revisiting past mistakes.

You have tried to teach us,

Leaving us your word on parchment,

Chiseled in stone,

Etched on the expression of your face,

But still we refuse to listen.

I take comfort in knowing that you have not given up;.

You remain steadfast as you have for o’er 2500 years,

A reminder of the “Great Way”.

Perhaps someday we will learn

Taking your teachings to heart,

But until then may the Tao forever be with you.

Namaste’

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #9 – “Lotus Song”

Each Tick Of The Clock (Tanka)

Each tick of the clock

Signifies a new “present”

No past, no future

There is only this moment

Why not make the most of it

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Simple Song (Shadorma)

Simple song

That no one can hear

In my heart

Bringing joy

And a fullness to this life

That no other can

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Mysteries of Life

Mysteries of life

Mold our history daily

If we would listen

Modernity dismisses

As nonsense through its science

How sad is our state

That we refuse to witness

All that is offered

Because our senses are blind

Sight. smell, touch and sound can lie

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Privy to Others Conversations (Sonnet)

Privy to others conversations, my ears are burning,

Listening to the incessant feeding of negatives hunger.

Voraciously seeking the sympathy, they’re yearning,

Causing me to wince, my nerves they shudder.

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Perpetuating hatred–conspiracy under guise of neutrality,

Practicing not what they publicly preach.

Choosing instead to live a different reality,

One that’s close-minded, but so in their reach.

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Why is it that man prefers deafness, to be blind,

Rather than change the narrowness of anuninformed course.

Archaic is their thinking of the most ignorant kind,

Thinking they can change others, spewing shallow discourse.

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If only they would look inside to goodness buried deep within,

No place could vile hatred hide, the world’s healing would begin.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~