Blog to share writings and musings related to the late Doris E. Roberts, PhD (Metaphysics)

Tag: poetry

Mother Nature’s Way – The Echoing Night

The Echoing Night

The night howled around me
As I laid upon my pillow
The tree it exclaimed tit-willow, tit-willow


The bush it sighed then croaked
As I slipped into the deep
A breathe of a breeze whispered cheep, whispered cheep


I drifted through water
As a spirit within my dreams
I spied an island so it seems, so it seems


My hair flows around me
Then from their tips has want to grow
Teaming life, moving to and fro, to and fro


Each strand shaping into beasts
All singing their lonesome call
Forth from within I’m one with all, one with all, one with all, one with all

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

Journalizing Time 12 – The Burst of The Budding One

Now, I’m aware you must have had a similar experience also, that astonished you. Something you couldn’t believe. They can be bad or good, but write one down now, no matter how silly or unbelievable it was.

Example: My mother once told me that while sleeping, she felt like someone she knew had come into her room and was choking her, but when she woke up there was no one there. Yet, she still felt hand around her neck, as if it were real. If you had an experience like my example then write it down.

If you have an experience, like what I described, know that other dimensions can overlap this one in feeling. In other words that person wanted to choke my mom so much that he or she did so in another dimension, and she felt in her sleep because there, it was real. But it did not take place in this ‘3D’ dimension we are focused in. Some people can actually see the overlap.

The next poem may sound a little bit funny, and may make you smile, or better yet laugh. Yet there is truth in it. It is a Ditty like “How Doth The Little Busy Bee” by Isaac Watts.

The Burst of The Budding One

How doth the little budding one
Improve her shining soul
Then gather goodies all the day
When she doesn’t have a bowl

How willfully she takes her time
to cover her mistakes
She learned the truth there is no crime
Just lessons that we makes

She found love wasn’t behind her
I would learn that too
To live life without a blinder
Now I know what to do

I want to be a budding one
But I don’t know which path
I’ll just follow the rising sun
Then in the rain take a bath

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved

Journalizing Time 10 – Creation in Our Hands

Now it’s your turn to write new words for the song, “Row Your Boat”. Change the words in the song to something that has a special meaning for you. Then sing the new lyrics you wrote. Remember, it is all yours. Do your words make you feel good? For this is your Soul’s Song. Play with the words if you have to, the right ones will come your way.

Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream.  Merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream.     

Change these words. Come on, I know you can do it! If you need inspiration, get on the Internet here: https://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/rowyourboat.html

About now, hopefully, you have begun to feel closer to your God. Yet, if you think God is male with a long white beard, then you are not close enough. You must understand that as a human being, you have both male and female energies. Since we are made in his/her image, so does God.

So the One God you require connection with in order to bring back your feelings is expressed in the next poem. Be careful, for your Ego may slip back into action. If it does, push it away or go back through some previous poems (posts) and begin again. When you have completed this creative assignment, it is time to move on to the (this) poem.

Creation in Our Hands

All women hands laid down creation,

Whose beauty brings us exaltation.


Every man’s hands gave women the spark,

That like the sun chases away the dark.


With each new life I feel a part of,

Altogether it’s made of our love.


Like the Earth is the womb of our Mother,

As the Sun is the spark of our Father.


Here we each live within a tiny form,

with the heavens sun keeping us warm.


Yet Man an be so brilliant like the Sun,

for that enery and he are One.


And Women as creative as the Earth,

For in that we will know our own Worth.

©2002 by Karen Lee.   All rights reserved.


Thoughts To Consider

Does (this) poem explain why man was created with an incomplete Y (XY chromozones)? Was it to bring them closer to the spark to be Male? Female is the Completion of Form for life on this plane of existence (XX chromozones vs. XY chromozones). Male is the Energy before Completion is complete. Nothing would be in mass and all would be gas and spark like the Sun if Earth had no Female Energy.

Personally, while bonding with my soulmate, I have checked within to feel his energy within me. I feel that strong spark of his. I have that same spark within me from him, like he has the female energy of form surrounding him. Yet, as a woman, my energy is the embodiment of Completed Form so that spark is often harder for me to reach. Ask yourself this, why do men when dying, call out for their mothers. It is because the female mass that makes up their body is leaving them. The mass created in the womb. Like unto mom’s energy. The female energy of God is leaving.

Take this opportunity now to reread (the) poem (above) again and again until you understand the differenct energies to realize and understand that God is in both male and female energies and every human has both of them inside and out. God is both the Incompletion and Completion of Creation.