The LION of The Tribe Of Judah(by MM)

Eyes that do not see, ears that do not hear…
Voices that have no sound, minds that can not think…
We are looking but we don’t see, we hear but we don’t understand…
Is this what we have become beloved children of God…
Lomhlaba uyazamazama zizingqi zotshaba oluzayo…

Transgression that leads to contradiction that contributed to controversy…
Forgive me Mr. Bishop if your soul is troubled by these words…
I am busy tracking back my steps to the Shepherd and Bishop of souls…
The Government laws that contradicts with laws of The Governor.
Lomhlaba uyazamazama zizingqi zotshaba oluzayo…

Forgive me Mr. Preacher man if this Gospel contradicts with yours…
The birth of Christmas day and Sunday as a Lord’s day, the devil is a liar…
Is your Jesus the Jesus of the Easter, lies from pits of hell…
Was your Jesus crucified on a Friday, are we reading the same Scripture…
Lomhlaba uyazamazama zizingqi zotshaba oluzayo…

We are faced with a deadly weapon of the mixture of lies and the truth…
Can we counter-act the counter-feit from the father of lies…
Are we truly worshiping God the Creator of heaven and earth…
This is the time to destroy in order to rebuild the True Church…
Lomhlaba uyazamazama zizingqi zotshaba oluzayo…

For the final war his army is gathering against the True Church of God…
The mission has always been to deceive, steal, destroy and kill…
This is the time to call upon the Lion of the Tribe of Judah…
The final war is upon us the True Church of God…
Lomhlaba uyazamazama zizingqi zotshaba oluzayo…

Clouds appear
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
Basho

A giant firefly:On a rock in the rapids
sits
a fallen camellia.
Miura Yuzuru

Deep within the stream
the huge fish lie motionless
facing the current.
J.W. Hackett
that way, this way, that way, this -
and it passes by.
Issa

There are thousands upon thousands of students
who have practised meditation and obtained its fruits.
Do not doubt its possibilities because of the simplicity of the method.
If you can not find the truth right where you are,
where else do you expect to find it?

Dogen

My Mother..

What would we be without our mothers, the one that gave us life?
Who are always there for us, in times of joy or strife.

Who else could make a peanut butter sandwich, exactly like you wanted it to be?
Covering all corners of the bread, Along with good old jelly.

The mom who heard our joys and sighs, when teenage trials seemed mighty
Who always listened to our dreams, even when she thought us flighty.

The mom who stood with us, as our own babes were born
Continuing the thread of family ties, the strength of love goes on.

So, thanks to you Pretty Mama, for giving my your love
And watching over me still, from the heavens up above.