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Bio: My name is Rawle Iam James. My perspective is rooted in the belief that I am a student of life thus life is my teacher. I am a Personal Leadership & Spiritual Coach, an advocate of the human spirit and a storyteller through my poetry. In summary, my multifaceted vocation lived experiences and fundamental beliefs coalesce into a comprehensive ethos aimed at nurturing both the individual and the collective.
Rawle Iam James: Seize the Moment
Salvation of my Religion
Spoken into existence, I am
drawn out of the dark into the light
birth from the womb of imagination
into a blink of linear time and space
Thy spark ignites painted thoughts
imprinting my ethos upon moments
in this maze of duality and ignorance
living the trial of tribulation’s design
A servant to the pen, poetry my tool
at the convergence of feelings and reason
logic and emotions stand at the ready
for it is neither intellect nor profound
Within the communion of memories
chaos finds comfort at death’s door
while a symphony of thunder and lighting
serenade the salvation of my religion
In a breath of life’s tabulation
I am the consequence of a choice
an answer to infinity’s question
the joy in midnight’s sorrow
I Dance with my Serenity
Iam, my soul, embodied in Light’s poetry
limitations unbound, a spark of inspiration
ignites a thought of forgotten innocence
lost in confusion, memories of my youth
From desire’s intoxicating parables, I awake
to reside within the chorus of this longing
a whispered melody of the mystery unfolds
into the eyes, a portal to this destined story
A moment, in a kiss, anticipation unlocked
an invitation to let go of my victim’s wiles
to blossom in the unweaving beauty of love
as the sweet fragrance of an unwritten sonnet
Toward the horizon, under the unapologetic sky
out of the scary nature of change, I embrace
being lost in the moment; found in life’s capacity
driven by purpose, I dance with my Serenity
A Feather in Love’s Opus
Along the ocean’s edge
all are wild in the wind
a feather in Love’s opus
in songful bliss afloat
Life’s focus fades in and out
still in the absence of time
shadows play by design
majestically in the clouds
Hope takes flight without wings
to gaze back without regret
unfolding in an orange-amber sky
awaiting the coming night’s reign
The daylight slowly retreats
into the moon’s loving embrace
atop the mountain, all is seen
the beginning and the end
Nirvana’s Cradle
A sage insight untethered from the soul
into droplets of words at the morning’s dawn
one at peace in the oasis of his knowledge
thy ignorance nestled in Nirvana’s cradle
To awake from the emptiness, into this dream
a bearer of light and dark, my karma echos time
through the door of possible, moments unfold
as I embrace my shadows in the valley of souls
I am a servant to a calling, for battered minds
amidst the lust-filled hunger of blinded eyes
my warrior’s pen medicine for this dis-ease
a spark of poetry to the inner art of the weary
My mind’s eye, a motif of alternative realities
each heartbeat a key that unlocks a knowing
I am the light and dark of my memories
from pain’s purpose, my resiliency built
Out of revelation’s past, wisdom found
into the womb of moments, the bearer of life
in the mirror, I see the illusion of my reflection
an illumination of truth that rose out of my ashes
My vigour renewed in this realm of perceptions
for I am the power within the desert of mind’s
my breath propels me into this impermanence
as I venture forth into the unknown light
And as death’s intention draws closer
to fulfill its purpose, a place for all things
I am the maestro of my evolving life’s opus
in Nirvana’s cradle, my battered soul rest
