PROSE by JamBodhi 
Nature, People and God have inspired the Muse inside. Some are like Haiku, simple others complex.
This Blog will be appended regularly with feelings in words and insights, as living prose felt and written down by me.
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Love life long
Give and take love, what have we always done?
Climb into my arms and around them again
Soon we’ll be taller, and smaller, don’t you tell!
The play and fun begin, like babes with love.
Care for each other, until the end.
Love, Laugh, cry, until.
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Imagine Love
Love for the moment, even for only a second.
Love for an entire day, with someone you know.
love for a life time of friendship and play.
…prose to be completed later today…….
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Love is a Verb
Inwardly hold onto the power of truth,
which is so strong that it exerts an invisible force in life.
We will all ask some day why we must love, laugh, and cry.
Life and love are not options.
Love is love eternal – don’t damn the River, along the path of love and life.
God bless us all, for we will always be blind to the full truth.
With gifts in life, intelligence or art, try to be sensible,
simple and honest. Give away your best wishes from the heart.
Sometimes life can make things almost impossible for God;
Sometimes God can make things almost impossible for life.
Everything earthly is transitory – but we hold on,
won’t release the precious past.
We must rest in the moment even when in movement.
Silently observe what is all around.
Add more care and sharing in this world of “Me”. Add No More pain to this world.
Try if you can to have some Faith, things could change. It will never Rain Always.
We keep in our minds our suffering and our bliss, which one would you, prefer?
Suffering is not getting what you want, whether that’s pleasure or pain.
Light Giving Power Expands, becoming great – change is Life itself.
Spring is Approaching, Joy and Forbearance bring high and low together.
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Love Oh Lover
Is it not my own inmost being that I recognized in all the beauty around me?
Love! It was light–and I had been blind! It hurt,
my heart beat so violently and my eyes burned.
The world was a fire, and all things were strange, and began.
What is Love? “It is Beauty, the earthly form of the formless,
calling up in you the rhythm of that movement by which you will enter into Oneness”.
Gently they clasp one another by the hand, and move on through life,
swayed by the same impulse, towards the same goal.
Call this love if you will.
Souls of those who love are like two white clouds floating softly side by side,
that vanish, wafted by the same wind, into the infinite blue of the heavens.
Love is not the desire to see the loved one absorbed;
love is the longing to be always with her;
the deep yearning for the blending of the two souls in one;
The leaves of the trees fade in autumn,
and the withered flowers droop sadly to the ground.
How can you love that so much which does not last?
A poet looks upon a woman; he perceives the beauty of the beloved in all things,
for the beauty of a woman is the same as that of Nature.
The pain in my head comes from my heart. But it is such an enjoyable pain to be
Alive with Smells and tastes so fully!.
Out of tears will grow strength, through pain attain peace. Poetry and Love are one,
sheltered by love which is eternal.
Be only simple of heart, and you will discover everything without effort,
like a child finding flowers.
All Nature is filled with sacred awe, and my soul too thrills with ecstasy,
for she has looked upon her beloved!
(Lao Tzu 50% and my Prose 50% in between and my Translations/Interpretation)
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Where is Love
Be with one with me, oh beautiful love and peace divine.
Fame and fortune in Love, don’t abandon or flee.
Resolve this longing in my heart to be in love and free,
bring fulfillment to my eyes so I can see.
I wish to adorn you, praise you with Love so fine.
Love you, hold you and merge yours and mine.
Oh Love that could be, share this joy in me.
With these strong hands and heart of mine,
please bring me a love so divine.
Oh dear God, hear my calls to thee,
Do not let Love miss it’s mark in me,
let me drink from this fine wine.
Tender tears fall softly for the world,
for the world should have joy and happiness.
Rain brings sunshine, and reborn anew.
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Red Heart
Any big red heart can become blue.
Be careful with love and all that you do.
Love with care, make it always new.
Treat each day as something special with you.
Someday we may leave this place from this view,
Your life must be full with more than something to do.
Love all things as precious as you; the world is our oyster,
Treat it as you.
There will always be pain and gain,
What else is there to do?
Everything is only scenery along the way,
your journey will end some day.
Be kind to all you know, let all things grow,
help all others, don’t be kind to just good friends.
All journeys must have an end,
no need for sorrow, my friend.
Paid the price, watched the show,
why the sorrow, we’re back tomorrow.
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Real
People know each other visually,
the eyes tell us who is cool!
They are outward appearances,
a fabulous fashion show.
Who knows what’s inside? It’s beyond the view,
it could be nice or not at all like you.
Talk to each other, but never taking the time,
to unwrap the person, the real me inside.
Who I really am has little to do, with my face,
or my looks, just like you.
There’s millions of faces, some sweeter than others,
but often people can be so shallow.
What if you got to know someone,
and there was no view?
Could you appreciate them, respect them,
find them vibrant with you?
Could you come to love the real person,
in someone, rather than the shell?
What if we were two blind people who met,
somewhere in the world.
After thoughts and laughter and cry’s to forget,
we might come to see what the other is made of.
Could you come to love someone who you respect,
someone who doesn’t praise as might a pet.
Minds merge in compassion and sympathy,
or trivial issues will always be there.
What would I think of you, and how would I feel,
Your feelings about me, what would we do?
Could I come to feel love too,
could this happen to you?
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. . . a little myth. Bardo. Rebirth. Angels.
I rented a move a few years ago about people in Heaven.
Sometimes life can be like a movie, not all the same. But you get the idea…..
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Imagine two angels in Heaven, happy and in love. ….
No worries or cares, just play and simple love.
One day the train to earth, comes along to send her back to Earth again.
Sadly, she enters the train, and her lover goes before God to plea.
Reasoning and crying he makes a strong case.
God see’s how much he adores and cherishes the angel that was sent to a new home below.
Of course even God must follow God’s own Rules.
God spoke gently, “Go to Earth and find your lost love, I must make it hard
for those who are above. You will not be able to tell from her looks, and will not send you too near.
Your challenge is twofold my son;
- first to find such a one, and second to secure the same fate.
And how will you tell her that she is your old mate? It will not be easy for even you to know!
The angel descended and awaited his fate, reborn, remember the cause,
so many obstacles, he might give up or pause.
Maybe not ever recognize her or her fate. Or she him if by chance that
they meet. Imagine hard it would be if there was no street, only bits and bytes of someone from a past life.
. . . who knows?
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Friend
I miss our time together, dear friend of mine.
Don’t be too shy, or removed, I’m real, not bits or bites.
We used to cry and play in the electronic sandbox,
and share real thoughts out loud and laugh.
If some day we all must die, please God try to explain why.
I don’t want any expiry date on love and lost is just too much.
Just doesn’t seem fair, why God can’t let us be.
How does this seem fair and right?
Just because were in God’s Sight.
Doesn’t help at all, when I’m left all alone.
In Spite of Complaints from me, why all the respite?
But if we all refused and went on Strike,
what would God do?
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Haiku of Song
Music so sweet, and beautiful, as though sound from heaven,
descended below.
I was in tears of joy and felt like the Goddess of beauty surrounded
and enveloped me into a sweet cloud of ecstasy.
Venus, as beauty and joy all merged for long moments.
Everything changes even beauty and love,
or their would be no contrasts.
Black defines white, woman defines man, night define day,
where you end, I begin, then we are completed again.
Love is like a rose, you pine to hold it in your hands,
it hurts when you do, cry when it’s gone.
The soul is feminine and the Divine,
What could be more gentle than a woman,
which bears and births, man or woman?
Life is about seeing love and life combined,
together like wings of a bird.
To be truly great, flight is only possible with both heart and mind,
not ego.
Woman is close to God, but this can be obscured by
her observing her own self, her local beauty.
Exterior beauty is what the world see’s, and responds,
not the divine inside. Some have paid the price to see
the truth and are not blinded.
Men are lost the second they look into a woman’s eyes,
lost in interest, can become love/lust,
it’s hardwired by the maker.
All paths are tough, wrong ones or right, or in between.
Look, breathe, listen and pay attention only,
but not as thoughts as senses.
The world is full of magic, but there is dust on the eyes -
What we see reminds us of the beauty of all,
but this is like roots under the flowers.
is it the flowers or the roots? Which will grow again next year?
It is not you that man see’s love, it is deeper,
it is the universal and the man is confused and thinks its the woman.
Our mind is all we are, not faces, or people,
like an invisible jelly fish, felt in the heart,
not with the thinking, you will never figure it out
with the brain.
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Jambodhi … ♥ …
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