Monday, 18 October 2021

Murray's Poetry 21-25

 21. buddhism


      i have seen my buddhist family grow up
      with the light of buddha upon them
      and shoes on their feet
      washed findows to look out of
      and a fire to gaze into
      pots were always full
      and dishes were always attended to

      shoppers could never pass my buddhist family by
      they were always selling their crafts
      and in blossom time
      bees would attend the womens hair
      as though they had honey in them

      the days were short and crisp
      summer days were long and sweltering
      but i say that my days with my buddhist family
      were filled with reward
      nothing took their place in my life

      now i am a happy great grandfather
      i will soon be going to my spiritual home with buddha
      i am blessed
      i am ninety three
      i can say that none of my family died and went on before me
                                                                 to buddha before me


A variation. When you go through enlightenment processes
and you need to understand something in a different way
you can turn your attention to comparative religions and
possibly get the understanding that you need to have. That is
j;ust one reason that I am putting in here variations in my
poetry. A person just might get the understanding that they
need to have by looking at the small shades of differences
in the variations.

Thank You
The Lord Buddha Murray S. Fenwick.

A variation from Buddhism to Christianity from poem 21.

21. variation

      I have seen my Christian family grow up
      with The Light Of Christ upon them
      and shoes on their feet
      washed windows to look out of
      and a fire to gaze into
      pots were always full
      and dishes were always attended to

      shoppers could never pass my Christian family by
      they were always selling their crafts
      and in blossom time
      bees would attend the women's hair
      as though they had honey in them
      like the honey was to be found
      in The Rock Of Our Salvation Jesus 

      the days were short and crisp

      winter days were short and crisp
      summer days were long and sweltering
      but I say that my days with my Christian family
      were filled with reward 
      nothing took their place in my life

      now I am a happy great grandfather
      I will soon be a going to my spiritual home with Christ
      I am blessed
      I am ninety three
      I can say that none of my family died and went on before me
                                                           to Jesus Christ before me


22. buddhism

      buddhism and the stove person

      tomorrow is a warm day
      that never came
      today is a cold day
      and it remains
      a box of matches is what buddhist had

      buddhist passed by some warmth
      the warmth was a beautiful stove loaded with good things

      the stove person asked
      has tomorrow come buddhist
      buddhist knew what the stove person meant

      buddhist knew what the problem was
      daddy pitch fork
      was guarding the coral
      sister clear eyes was near by
      and could see it all
      sister sun-rise hair was living in tomorrow
      brother spit was hanging off the tractor wheel
      and momma pot thrower was in the kitchen

      it was obvious that daddy pitch fork
      was guarding the coral
      and that sister clear eyes saw the world
      right from her belly up out of her eyes
      and that sister sun-rise hair was living in tomorrow
      and that brother spit had been told to spit on me
      and that momma pot thrower had a pot in her hand

      the stove person could not warm buddhist up
      buddhist went home with his box of matches

      tomorrow never came


23.buddhism

      tibetan man lived by a path in the mountains
      he lived near tibets sacred mountain
      it was a windy mountain path
      but the flower called lotus walked with him
      they did not grow by the path
      through buddha they grew within him

      tibetan man was a good man
      his fragrance filled the air
      it travelled in the air currents of the mountains

      there were no flowers on that path
      there was no need to be
      tibetan man was there
      stars were not in his eyes
      a good man was
      his look was as tall as the mountains
      and the sky he looked up into
      through buddha
      was not as high for him
      as it was for others

      he was lit by the light of the moon of witchcraft
      he was also visited by the spirit of buddha
      buddhist man was a good man


      tibetan woman lived by a path in the mountains
      she lived near tibets sacred mountain
      it was a windy mountain path
      but the flower called lotus walked with her
      they did not grow by the path
      through buddha they grew within her

      tibetan woman was a lovely woman
      her fragrance filled the air
      it travelled in the air currents of the mountains

      there were no flowers on that path
      there was no need to be
      tibetan woman was there
      stars were not in her eyes
      a lovely woman was
      her look was as tall as the mountains
      and the sky she looked up into
      through buddha
      was not as high for her
      as it was for others

      she was lit by the light of the moon of witchcraft
      she was also visited by the spirit of buddha
      buddhist woman was a lovely woman


24. the gods of ancient egypt were the twelve archangels
      and the elemental spirits that are named a little differently
      at times due to the fact of where they like to live
      for example there are elementals that like to be called
      The People Of The Forest because they like to live in the
      forest and to live in and about trees etc.

      her means the world in general
      life itself means Jesus Christ
      Hell and Soft Hades means The Witch Of
      Soft Ladies
      the building means Jesus building a life of
      strong strength into The Christian
      people means Christian Believers in Christ

      I, Murray S. Fenwick, would like to write here about some
      of the good things that Spirit Side has shown to me about
      The Spiritual Development that was brought about in the
      people of Egypt through-out all of Egypt's quite long history.
      Spirit Side chose to work with certain people who lived in
      Egypt at different times. Spirit Side did develope The
      Egyptian human race a whole lot. Pharaohs were changed
      to become Enlightened God Men. Egyptian women gave
      birth to charming families. Great pyramids were built. A lot
      of good land was cultivated. Many different types of birds
      and a very big number of different kinds of animals were
      also looked after very well by The Egyptian People. Spirit
      Side made all of these nice things to happen for The
      Egyptians. Spirit Side is The Spirit Father and Spirit Mother
      who did bring about all of these good things that did happen
      for The Egyptian People.

      Readers: Spirit Side did ask The Egyptian People to give their
                      thoughts over to the type of thinking that God, Spirit
      Side, wanted to be involved with them in all things in life. Spirit
      Side told The Egyptian People that Good Spirits wanted them to
      be their personal friends and that they wanted The Egyptian
      People to work towards developing a good Spirit Minded Civilized
      Civilization who really did like being involved with Spirits On The
      Other Side. The Egyptian People did like this idea that Spirits On
      The Other Side did talk with them about. Therefore The Egyptian
      People did agree with Spirit Side to work in harmony with them
      towards developing, building, A Spiritual Community, then A
      Spiritual County and then A Spiritual Country. The Egyptian People
      did try to bring The Good Spirits On The Other Side, The Gods Of
      Egypt into their daily lives.

     The Girl, Hell and Soft Hades

      i loved her more than life itself
      hell and soft hades

      i held her, the world, in my arms
      and embraced her blood soaked lips
      and swallowed down her invisible death

      i loved her more than life itself
      hell and soft hades

      i slipped my feet beneath her secret sands
      where ever she may lay
      and disappeared like a mirage
      beneath the warmth of her breast
      when i was still a young man
      i drank and ate of her in her grave

      i loved her more than life itself
      hell and soft hades

      people wondered how
      i lived the way i did
      and thought the way i had
      but when her soft souled shoes
      that crossed the dessert sands
      to bring me a warm hand
      led me out into the hell region
      where invisible thoughts from her eyes comforted me
      i went with her

      i loved her more than life itself
      hell and soft hades

      i came from a metropolis
      which had grown up out of hard heaven
      and nothing about it was real
      even though the church building stood
      so when she, the world, passed my way
      i went with her

      i loved her more than life itself
      hell and soft hades

      people think that i am a criminal
      and call my name judged
      people think that i am a killer
      and call my name hanged
      but i am not a criminal
      nor am i hanged
      but because of your unreal community
      even though your building stands
      you are both judged and hanged

      i loved her more than life itself
      hell and soft hades

      her warm hand never burned to the bone to me

      i loved her more than life itself
      hell and soft hades

      and the woman
      in the sand there
      i lifted up
      unto upon my knees

      and when the wind blew there
      it met and mingled with the trumpet sounds
      of the falling singing sands

      and with the woman there
      i saw the place of our living
      where when in life upon the earth we chose to live

      i loved her more than life itself
      hell and soft hades

      and the woman
      in the sand there
      i lifted up
      unto upon my knees

      and when our death ship came in there
      into our burial place named nagada
      we were all ready to hear the trumpet
      as military people made of sand about to take leave
      our spirits as ready as the wind to be lifted away
      our bodies left behind to stay

      and with the woman there
      i saw the place of our dieing
      where when in life upon the earth we chose to die

      i loved her more than life itseslf
      hell and soft hades

      the falling singing sands
      are located in the nation of egypt
      by the nile river
      the sands there when falling through the wind
      sound like a trumpet
      maybe an old egyptian trumpet
      maybe a new one
      it is the place of love, the singing sands
      endeered and enduring forever

      our place of living
      is all the nation of egypt
      a place of life

      our place of dieing
      is a place in egypt named nagada
      it is an old burial place near the river nile
      the needed nile the natural water main stay of egypt
      called the water life of all of egypt
      the nile is often used as an egyptian spiritual symbol of life
      people often went there
      when alive in this life
      and saw the place of their dieing
      it prepared people for this lifes last ship the death ship
      for when their death ship sailed in
      they were ready to go across that river
      and on into eternity
      and have their body laid down to rest
      in the love of the singing sands

      the sound of the trumpet
      is the sound of the spirit call home

      when their last trumpet called
      the egyptians were ready


25. Ireland

      as The Indian Man descended the stairs to The Irish floor woman
      He saw teats sticking up like cannisters filled with explosives
      He demanded of The Irish floor woman where her lips were
      she said between my legs
      where Indian Men say I speak from
      and the carpet of my lips hair
      that Indian Men walk on is there also

      The Irish floor woman was supple
      she moved with the grace of the travelling sun
      across her mirror finish
      The Indian Men saw themselves there
      dirt that needed to be swept up

      The Irish floor woman could not go anywhere
      she was nailed down
      she even caught her own breast milk
      that was spilled by The Indian Men
      she was always told that she was dirty

      The Irish floor woman is where The Indian Men boasted themselves
      they even had closed doors
      behind which The Irish floor woman was kept
      in some houses she was everywhere

      whether night or day
      The Irish floor woman was used

      Ireland

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