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RESURRECTION OF THE PRINCE WITHIN

And when the prince has toured the world
In search of the glory that he had lost,
Led astray by the illusions of his ego,
He comes to the threshold of reality
Always and ever waiting for his knock.

And when the prince abandons his ego,
And in humility accepts his fallacies,
He unburdens his mind of its illusions
And open in him a room for revelation
Of that which has hitherto been in him.

And thus in humbling of the little self,
The prince is exalted to higher realms,
Where he shall unite in identification,
With the true self and essence he truly is,
Always have been and always will be.

Oliver Mbamara © 2003
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WISDOM OF THE HEART
Oliver Mbamara
A wisely life he lives, and
A kind that really thrives,
Whose heart by loving live.

He knows to twist and turn
All stumbling blocks of present,
Into stepping stones thereafter.

In dreams of his set to obtain,
He knows to see and make useful,
The gems of wisdom found along.

In goals he sought and so aspired,
Charitable seeds he deem to sow,
And joyfully rewarded in manifold.

By the heart he does listen, and
From the heart his words proceed.

From the Book - Poems of Life
The Color of Noontide - Laila Amatullah
The Fear of Death - Oliver Mbamara, Esq.
Here Before Us - From the book - Poems of Life
Natural Mystic - Doghudje Doghudje
Wisdom of The Heart - From the Book - Poems of Life
Who Am I? - Heather FairFax
We Never Die - Oliver Mbamara,
The Least One- John Onyido
Rainbow - Doghudje Doghudje
Odyssey - Doghudje Doghudje
Friendship - Michelle Gibson
Spirit of Soul - Oliver Mbamara
Marvel of Nature - Ralph Maduike
SONNET FOR THE SELF
Maybe for a thoughtful moment once
Bid myself a selfless question pose,
Asking for what the purpose it is
That Spirt does in surplus bestow
Blessings and sources in me to have.
To waste in me alone the all wealthy,
Or to share with others, the all needy?
To boost the pride in me inferior,
Or to test the conscience in me superior?
And if the answer on this to myself,
Grant not sincerely to me by self,
I deceive no one then but just myself.

For what gift I waste, is what I owe, and
In Divine accounting must someday balance.

SPIRIT OF SOUL, by Oliver Mbamara
"The heart of love knows the spirit of Soul,
And by the present practice of this perspective,
Shall the journey home be commenced,
And someday our destination shall meet within
To discover again, the true substance we are."
 
"And what am I but Soul,
And what is Soul but that I am;
The substance of beingness,
Expressing the consciousness of Spirit.
WE NEVER DIE
By Oliver Mbamara
We never die for we never were born
We have been from the begining of time
Bestowed with love, by God's greatly grace
And in God, we live and have our being
SONNET FOR THE SELF
Maybe for a thoughtful moment once
Bid myself a selfless question pose,
Asking for what the purpose it is
That Spirt does in surplus bestow
Blessings and sources in me to have.
To waste in me alone the all wealthy,
Or to share with others, the all needy?
To boost the pride in me inferior,
Or to test the conscience in me superior?
And if the answer on this to myself,
Grant not sincerely to me by self,
I deceive no one then but just myself.

For what gift I waste, is what I owe, and
In Divine accounting must someday balance.

And Soul we are, for Soul we've been and always will be
The Color of Noontide - Laila Amatullah
The Fear of Death - Oliver Mbamara, Esq.
Here Before Us - From the book - Poems of Life
Natural Mystic - Doghudje Doghudje
Wisdom of The Heart - From the Book - Poems of Life
Who Am I? - Heather FairFax
We Never Die - Oliver Mbamara,
The Least One- John Onyido
Rainbow - Doghudje Doghudje
Odyssey - Doghudje Doghudje
Friendship - Michelle Gibson
Spirit of Soul - Oliver Mbamara
Marvel of Nature - Ralph Maduike
OF PROPHETS AND PROPHECIES
(THE VOICE WITHIN)
By Oliver Mbamara, Esq
He came to me and claimed to know
What God has said to me lately.
I turned and took a look around
To see the one who owned the voice.

He had long beard with dimly eyes,
And his cassock that touched his feet,
Bore a sign that in bold letters said,
"I am your prophet, repent and listen."

But then a voice within me said,
"Beneath his garment, and revered impression,
Lies a part I know, as I know the secret you,
And if you will listen, I will speak to you."..
WISDOM OF THE HEART
Oliver Mbamara
A wisely life he lives, and
A kind that really thrives,
Whose heart by loving live.

He knows to twist and turn
All stumbling blocks of present,
Into stepping stones thereafter.

In dreams of his set to obtain,
He knows to see and make useful,
The gems of wisdom found along.

In goals he sought and so aspired,
Charitable seeds he deem to sow,
And joyfully rewarded in manifold.

By the heart he does listen, and
From the heart his words proceed.

From the Book - Poems of Life
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POEMS OF SOUL
Friendship, by Michelle Gibson, Virginia
Every time the moon races the sky,
We think of things worldwide.
We think of things we cannot hide,
Of emotions, trapped deep inside.
With tears in our eyes and fear
In our hearts, we think of the end,
Where it starts. We think about all things,
Discrimination, occuring from nation to nation
When dark clouds bring in the rain,
Still harsh air brings back the pain.
Through all the tears we've cried,
God has promised to stand by our side.
WHO AM I? by Heather, FairFax, 8-11-02
Who am I? A person of faith
A person who believes
In the heavens above...
Someone who keeps courage
And strength within the self
And those around...
Who are you?
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LOOKING THROUGH A BUM'S EYES
Joycelyn Solomon

I am a bum.
I am your worst nightmare but I do not care.
I have great insight and wisdom so let me share.
I have seen night and I also seen day.
I have seen happiness and I have seen pain.
I have witnessed the sane and the insane.
When you are thinking that you are really intact with the
world you are really living in this whirlwind.
So when you see me on the corner
Please pay me some mind.
Maybe you can see the world
through more than your eyes.

RESURRECTION OF THE PRINCE WITHIN

And when the prince has toured the world
In search of the glory that he had lost,
Led astray by the illusions of his ego,
He comes to the threshold of reality
Always and ever waiting for his knock.

And when the prince abandons his ego,
And in humility accepts his fallacies,
He unburdens his mind of its illusions
And open in him a room for revelation
Of that which has hitherto been in him.

And thus in humbling of the little self,
The prince is exalted to higher realms,
Where he shall unite in identification,
With the true self and essence he truly is,
Always have been and always will be.

Oliver Mbamara © 2003
OUR ESSENCE - Honey Judith Rubin

The Essence is all that is unique
It's Names are our descriptors,
and all our titled beings
with their platitudes and plans
are but the shell of a seed
to be transformed
as life
gives birth
again
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