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The Ten Demandments

 1) Love "LOVE", as everything you are; and more than anything else you could ever be!
 2) Do not create, worship or submit to any images as a substitute for the fullness and purity of "LOVE" Itself.

 3) Be not frivolous, or half-hearted when invoking "LOVE's" blessings.

 4) Allow yourself at least one full day each week for gratitude for Life. And rest in, and Love, fervently, the unique Life, that is the "LOVE" you are.

 5) Bestow "LOVING" respect upon your parents, and all elders, so that you too, after living many years, might receive the wisdom, the order & the necessity of that same Loving honor.

 6) Do not terminate, (beyond the need for self-defense), any other human life created by "LOVE".

 7) Be faithful to your commitments made in the name of "LOVE".

 8) Do not take what is clearly, (or even questionably), not yours as being an entitlement from "LOVE".

 9) In the name of "LOVE", let your voice & your heart speak only truth concerning your neighbor.

10) Lust not after the blessings that "LOVE" has seen fit to bestow upon others. But, be overwhelmingly thankful for your own blessings provided by "Love"- no matter how humble.

    -Brian K. Johnson, Sr. 
Mountains Moved

Mountains Move with Each Handful of Soil
with each toil and grimace,
with each refusal to flinch,
or recoil an inch
from the task
that would ask of
The Life called You.
The Mountains Move
with each gift of time
wrapped in a fine bow,
gracefully bestowed upon your dream.
A beautiful truth
beyond the seams of doubt,
sown with flawless care.
Mountains Move with each handful of soil
lifted to foil the daunting stare.
The anointing oil
you dare to sip from the grail,
as you fail not through weeks-
though days may plead
for a balm that heals inertia.

Yet, hope claims no defeat.
For days, become weeks, becomes months…
as breath and hand endure
fit to follow the yearning
to carve out paths,
and behold the vision
that beckons beyond the barren ominous towers
now quietly flowering wealth  
from the bowels of lessons.
...piles posturing behind.
Now, guarding flanks.
Now, holding ranks
for further advance,
smart and formidable 
 as you witness the physique of your labor.

This tests, 
the chance
to enhance dormant gifts, 
with gratitude.
The chance to cherish the romance
of fulfilling dreams.

As we stand, now, 
before New Mountain Peaks,
and softly speak
our hearts' command,
to imbue the Love of the Soul.

Copyright © 2012
 Brian K. Johnson, Sr. 
 Mays Landing, New Jersey BrianJohnsonPoetry@yahoo.com