A Feel; A Heal
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- A feel of real affection;
- A heal from emptiness;
- A feminine voice;
- A feather touch;
- Far beyond love,
- Bound in life beyond
- To break-through
- And to make good to all
- On a life boundary wall
- A life before and after life
- An stable chain
- Connecting soul to soul
- In a celestial hug;
- A morning conversation
- Over the mobiles across the nations
- Connecting poems and lyrics
- A mourning gripped silence;
- She touched in my rays of fire
- Entwine in days of sick and care
- Two to one heart, far and far
- Two to one soul, wingless angel
- Ever not to depart,
- Never to lose forever
- Silent are the words never spoken.
- She holds a golden pen,
- Sharper than a sword,
- Open hearts are ever broken.
- Lonely are the years gone by.
- Bittersweet the tears are cried.
- A love beyond soul love
- Lasting in stimulating Blues
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- BY
- WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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NOTE:
This poem was scribbled due to an inspirational thought conceived from a COSMOFUNNEL poetry friend by a long distance call received from that distant end, while I was on my prayers in the grave-yard near by my beloved FATHER  LATE GEORGE MAVELI on 22nd July Tuesday morning at 1330 hours Indian Time. Thanks to my Poetry Friend for the condolence message over the mobile phone. Souls talk to Souls, knowing their pulse of the precious moments in life when everything, but nothing lost spiritually : Regards & Love WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Poem posted @ 2300 hours on the same day.
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Sweet Williamsji that is a stunning piece and at such a sad time for you and your family, yet you can write something like this that is just so beautiful. God bless you sweety and well done for this piece. Be strong honey you are surrounded by love. I love you very much. G xx
Dearest Poetess Georgina Richardson,
Many thanks for your tribute poem on my the sad demise of my father, A day will come when, after harnessing liberty, the winds, the tides and gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And on that day, for the subsequent time in the history of the world, we shall have discovered fire of healing, My love and my thanks to you dear Poetess
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I agree with Georgina Mr. Maveli......STUNNING is the right word........and the back story of the phone call from your poetry friend made it that much more compelling........great piece sir.......tony xx
Dearest Poet Tony Taylor,
Many thanks for your comforting words and condolence messages. I shall visit your blogs, getting back out of the sorrowfulness and grief, Thanks & Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Hi William, this write is so soulful.And really I appreciate your will to pend own verses during deep pain.And I know pain fills the pen.Shine brighter than yesterday.Come back with triple strength
Cheers!!
Dearest Poetess of the Souls, Piusha Singh,
Curing of the body pain or healing of the soul's wounds - both are needs of time, which are urgently needed since man first began to exercise his free will and live out of harmony with the Laws of Nature. In co-operation with these self-same natural laws, systems of healing have evolved through every culture upon Earth, Dear Poetess of the souls, in your own style of commenting words and sentences, Thxxxxxxx a million curing touch, healing fever of love, you are the one who had filled my PEN and healed my pain by a long distance call of comfort on 22nd July, while I was in meditation for the departed Soul of my dear Dad, Late George Maveli, Â My thanks and ove to you dearest Soul of the Souls.
Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Dear William , love and light to you and your family dear friend.I feel so blessed by verses.Its my duty what I have done towards you William. I am assigned for this by almighty to spread light and love around.My deep gratitude to you my friend.Keep shining brighter than yesterday.
Love
Dearest Poetess of the Souls of the Souls, Piusha Singh
First of all many thanks for your condolence call, It has made much effect in my family
( Your poems on love of souls are your master-pieces, I really admire you, respect you in that aspect )
I am back to my own Poetry World in very normal after my ceremonies and usual death grievances, I shall read all your pending poems, I shall feature them in my POET'S PEN.
First off, death is not a tragedy that everybody thinks it is. It's simply another part of life. It's just a transition from one place to another; from this physical world, to a non-physical world. Physical death is meaningless, it's arbitrary, it's a joke, and it's irrelevant. The physical body is nothing but a temporary vehicle or tools that Consciousness, Awareness; Spirit uses to temporarily experience this physical world. The key word there is "temporarily". Billions and billions of physical bodies have died in the past, and billions more will die in the future. One way, or another, sooner, or later, everybody and everything dies. It's not a big deal. That's just the way this physical world is. It is a world of change and evolution. Nobody can avoid physical death. not a soul. When it's time to leave this physical world, it's time to leave. Do you know of anybody that hasn't died, or that won't die? Then what's the point of getting all upset about it?
We see our mother, father, or some other loved one dying, but the physical body you are worried about dying isn't even your "mother" unless you have the limited perception that the physical body is what she is. You are not the body, and neither is she. You are in the body, but you are not the body. If you can watch the mind and its thinking, then you aren't the mind and its thinking. You aren't the experience, you are the silent observer. Spirit, Consciousness, Awareness doesn't have a sex; it's not male or female. It doesn't even have a shape. It's non-physical, it's formless, it's timeless, it's eternal, it's infinite. The soul is eternal. In other words, it is never born, and it never dies. It is a timeless foreverness. It cannot be harmed or threatened in any way whatsoever, so worrying about death is a complete waste of time and energy.
So yes, sometimes the body suffers, but it really doesn't matter because that's not what we are. We only think and believe the body is "me" because we're unaware of the truth, and we're unaware of the truth because we continue to identify the body and mind as being "me" instead of simply observing and being aware of them. But now that you are aware of the truth, there shouldn't be anything to worry about. The body you see suffering is just that; a body. That's all, nothing more. That body is not your "mother" or "father" because you are not your body either. The real you was never born and it can never die. Never.
As per spiritual readings from Bhavath Gita " You were never born; you will never die. You have never changed; you can never change. Unborn, eternal, immutable, immemorial, you do not die when the body dies.
Love
WILLIAM
This is an amazing beautiful write dear friend sir Williamsji, love the lines
"Two to one heart, far and far
Two to one soul, wingless angel
Ever not to depart,
Never to lose forever
Silent are the words never spoken",
hope you are doing well sweetie, love to you nardine Sanderson xoxo
Dear Poetess Nardine Sanderson, a great Poetess of Life pains and wounds, Love to you, from this end,
Once we start to realize that we are all one huge family on this earth that we are all in it together, that we all have the same struggles and pain, we start to really feel that we are all our own brothers and sisters. The brotherhood of man prophesied for this new millennium cannot be brought into being until this happens, not only in our minds, as an intellectual exercise, but also in our hearts. The sisterhood of women will have to be realized in our hearts will then need to be expressed, and one expression of this is our love and compassion for those who are suffering. The barriers of race, religion and creed are ridiculous man-made barriers that must eventually come down for the new millennium or New Age of Peace and Enlightenment,
Thanks for your tribute poem on my Dad Late George Maveli and condolences messages,
Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI